The Kate in the Park

© Spitman, November 2011

It was early on a warm summer's weekday afternoon, a perfect time for her visit to the park. Judy locked her car and stepped purposefully on her way, attracting curious looks from less adventurous bystanders who had little interest in straying far from their vehicles.

This was Judy's first chance to visit the park since the installation of the wickedly exciting Kate machine several days earlier, and she had deliberately chosen a quiet time of day, when most women would be doing other things.

She made a fine spectacle, with her pretty, friendly face framed in pixie-like, short brown hair and striking curves that were almost too good to cut from marble. She had long, shapely legs, fine, well tanned thighs and a firm, well conditioned belly, all set off beautifully by her outfit of a fine white, ultra-brief leather skirt, shoes and a halter that barely contained her lovely breasts.

The breeze made her shiver as it caressed her bare pussy lips. Her ultra-brief skirt revealed glimpses of the sturdy ring and meat tag that tugged at her pussy lip as she walked, and the "Grade A Special" grade stamp that adorned the upper part of her right bottom cheek. At twenty-five years old, she was as ripe and ready to harvest as girlmeat would ever be.

Like most young women, Judy had watched with fascination as the Congressional Committee had debated the Kate machine's introduction. Its purpose was unashamedly Meat Acquisition. For the girls it was a revelation. Instead of being forced onto old fashioned, cruel and crude machines designed with no concern for their feelings or comfort, the Kate challenged them with pleasure, and it was a challenge that most women eagerly accepted.

Judy was certainly not planning to get spitted, and certainly not today, but there was a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. After all, the machine was there to spit girls, and usually it succeeded. Why was she doing this, Judy wondered to herself? In her mind was a kaleidoscope of fragmented images. The screams of pleasure were incredible, and she loved to see the girls struggle after they locked the clamps. She was fascinated by the look on a girl's face when the spit emerged from her open mouth, but the moment when a spit met and parted the lips of a girl's helplessly positioned vulva was enough to make her instantly wet with excitement.

Nature was all around her, the patches of woodland alive with birdsong. Butterflies fluttered over the colourful flowers blooming in all their beauty. She smiled at the scent of the flowers.

The path, lined with cherry and almond trees, took her up a gentle gradient between two patches of woodland. The barbecue area was not much further, she thought.

Around a corner she emerged into a wide grassy area the size of a playing field, with barbecue pits and picnic tables scattered across from close to her path, to a small parking area behind. A few of the pits were occupied, with spitted girls turning over the searing hot coals, their tits and asses sizzlingly displayed, and the delicious aroma of roasting girlmeat filled the air. There was something about a girl roasting on a spit that made her pussy tingle. It was wickedly exciting, but pretty scary too, to watch the girls wriggling and heaving restlessly on their spits, with sexy looking breasts jiggling as they turned. Her heart beat fast as she contemplated the scene.

Judy watched as two muscular chefs moved a steaming girlroast to a carving bench in the middle of the barbecue area. The dining area was busy, but with spitroasts cooking all day long you could hardly shut down between lunch and dinner! Some families seemed local, but there were several tour buses in the parking area. It was a fascinating sight. Some of the family groups seemed to be enjoying a festive occasion; probably a birthday, she thought. Miniskirted waitresses circulated among the tables, serving drinks, and looking pretty suitable for roasting themselves. Attendants were busy setting up roasting pits and basting the beauties squirming sexily on their spits. What a job, she thought as one of the attendants headed her way.

Further up, the path disappeared again into woodland. There was an overhead conveyor in a gap in the trees, delivering spitted beauties to their roasting pits. Judy watched one of those spitted girls on her way, wriggling helplessly until she was deposited on a vacant roasting pit. Immediately an attendant began to baste her from head to toe. It was a fascinatingly ordinary barbecue scene, but Judy was aroused beyond words. Her heart thumped traitorously.

'Hello, Missy!' The approaching attendant called cheerily. 'Can I help you? You look lost!'

'Oh, Hi!' She answered politely. 'I was just watching what you are all doing. Is that okay? I'm not lost. I'm just on my way to .... '

'to see the New Kate!' He finished for her.

'Er, yes.'

'It's going to spit you; you know that! And then you'll finish up here.'

'Er, no, I'm just going to look!'

'They all say that,' he grunted. 'Girls up and down here all day. Mostly up,' he observed.'

'Well ....'

'What's your name, then?' He asked.

'I-I'm ...,' she started. 'I'm J-Judy,' she finished distractedly.

She gasped as he lifted the back of her miniskirt to see her bare bottom cheek.

'Hmmmm. Grade A Prime. Can't say I'm surprised!' He said after examining her grade stamp, and feeling the smoothness of her nicely rounded, unblemished and rather delightful bottom in the process. While Judy was utterly speechless, he cupped each of her breasts in his hands as if he was weighing them. 'Half a pint in each, I'd say. They're pretty near perfect!' He told her.

'Hey, stop that! Who do you think you are?' She demanded indignantly. 'And what do you mean, half a pint?'

'I'm Tom, and I'll be your Roasting Pit Attendant, when you get back from that darned Kate machine. I'd say, it'll pump up those tits around half a pint each. They won't take more. Make them nice and tight, it will. Now let's have a look at your cunt! Open your legs for me!'

'W-what do you want?' She demanded, but there was something in his voice that made her do as he asked.

'Just seeing what you've got there, Miss Judy, before it's stretched around the spit!'

She gasped as his fingers reached underneath her from behind and traced the neat division of her bare cunt lips, making her shiver with excitement.

'Very neat, Missy. I've not seen better. You'll stretch nicely around the spit.' he told her calmly.

'B-but!' she protested. 'I'm n-not!'

'Tell you what, I'll give you a bit of extra spitlube. That'll help, where you're going!'

'Ummm,' she said hesitantly while he got a large tube of spitlube from his pocket. Before she could argue, he inserted the applicator, and squeezed a generous amount of it between her cunt lips. It was shiveringly exciting to feel his fingers helping to spread the thick, slippery grease evenly over her cunt walls. It was a damnably addictive sensation, she thought.

'Like that, do you?' He asked with a knowing, almost conspiratorial grin.

'Y-yes, thank you! It's nice' she admitted.

He caressed her a little more, then ran his knowing fingers through her slit from the front, curving them up into her cunt to pinch her meaty vulva between his fingers and thumb.

'All right then, Miss Judy! Squeeze me now, as hard as you can!'

Not daring to argue, Judy obeyed.

'That's a prime filet you've got there, Miss Judy. You'll enjoy it on the spit. Squeeze the life out of it, you will!'

'Oh!' She answered, not quite knowing if he intended it as a compliment.

'Now come with me, Miss Judy! I want to show you something.'

Tom led her down a line of roasting pits, all occupied by very sexy looking spitroasts. Suddenly Judy stopped abruptly, frozen with shock at the sight of a particularly juicy looking girl turning on her spit over the flames.

'Oh my God, it's Fiona!' Judy blurted.

'Sure it is,' Tom answered cheerily. 'Nice tits, hasn't she!'

Now that he mentioned it, Fiona's tits were little short of spectacular, but Judy's eyes were drawn to her shapely bottom, adorned by a familiar looking "US Prime" Grade Stamp, and the gorgeous, shiny black spit that disappeared into Fiona's cunt and reappeared out of her mouth. For a long moment Judy was shocked and confused. Only that morning the two of them had chattered excitedly about the new machine in the park, and here she was, as perfect looking a spitroast as Judy had ever seen, with a delightfully smug look on her face as she squirmed to impress her friend.

'Join her soon, you will!' He told Judy. 'Come on, it's not much further!'

'Oh, all right,' she answered, reluctantly following him away from Fiona's roasting pit.

'There you are!' He said, indicating a vacant roasting pit with an excellent view, quite close to the most popular tables. 'Number 8! It's the best pit I have. I'll keep it ready for you.'

'Will you indeed!' She answered haughtily.

He grinned. He'd been there before. They never learn, he thought. Still, this was a sweet one. She'd cook up a treat, and she'd make a great show for the tables nearby.

'You'd better get on then, I'm thinking!' He told her, leading the way back to the path, where a signpost reading, "New Kate Machine" pointed on up the hill and through the trees.

'Umm, well, thank you, Tom, I suppose!'

At that he lifted her skirt again, and gave her a firm but friendly slap on her bottom. It stung a little, but it was enough to set her on her way, feeling thoroughly unsettled. How could he possibly know what was going to happen, when she didn't know herself? His knowing fingers had conjured the most delicious sensations while calming her with utter professionalism. She had hardly dared to breathe while his fingers worked their magic, and the way he had cupped her breasts to weigh them! He knew everything, it seemed. At least, he thought he did.

The path turned, and there it was on its plinth, hidden from the roasting pits by a row of trees, with a gap for the overhead conveyor. There were bleachers on both sides of the Kate machine, occupied by spectators which included all-male groups, couples and families, and a few groups of girls. There was a buzz of conversation, which quietened when Judy approached. Appreciative eyes focused on her beauty as she removed her clothes and mounted the plinth.

'Excuse me, Miss! What's your name?' a girl asked politely from somewhere down below.

'Oh, hello! I'm Judy!' Judy replied.

'I'm Tanya.'

'I see,' Judy said. 'What can I do for you, Tanya?'

Tanya looked old enough to be roasted, but you couldn't be quite sure. She certainly looked mature enough, Judy thought, with nice breasts that filled out her blouse beautifully.

'Oh, I'm just watching the girls being spitted. It's an amazing machine. You are so lucky!'

'Why do you say that?'

'You'll have lots of lovely orgasms. You'll be screaming for ages before it spits you!'

'But I'm not planning to be spitted; at least, not today! I just came to look at the machine.'

Tanya smiled. 'Well, don't let me stop you. Go on! You'll love it!'

'Why are you so interested?'

'Oh, it's my birthday today, and I want to choose a spitroast for my party. You'll make a great spitroast. I'm sure of it!'

'Well, the machine hasn't caught me yet.'

'Don't worry, it will. It catches all the girls. That's the whole point of it. I've watched five girls, and it spitted all of them. Don't worry, they all loved it, and I'm sure it's what they all wanted.'

So much for the good news, Judy thought, but after watching the several film clips from the Congressional Committee which had approved the supply of Kate machines for the use of the general population, Judy was not terrible surprised. They were advertised as "Advanced Real Meat Acquisition" machines, and if that was what they did, a girl could hardly complain.

'What about you, Tanya, aren't you tempted to try it yourself?'

'Oh, that would be so cool, but my dad won't let me,' she confided. Next month I'm going to get registered, now that I'm old enough, and then he won't be able to stop me.'

Based on the look of her shapely body, Tanya would make a great spitroast, Judy thought, and if that was what she wanted, nobody was going to stop her, especially her dad.

'Are you sure? You seem very young to decide something like that!'

'Oh, don't worry,' Tanya told her. 'My dad's a stickler for rules and stuff, but there's nothing he likes better that a good spitroast. My mum got roasted soon after I was born, and last year we roasted my older sister. She'd have loved to be spitted on one of these new Kate machines.'

Judy grinned. A lot of guys were like Tanya's dad. They'd never turn down a good spitroast!

'Just looking at a spit like that makes my eyes roll up!' Tanya confided.

'I know exactly what you mean,' Judy answered, her eyes meeting Tanya's for a long moment.

'Well, I'd better let you go!' Tanya said. 'I'm sure there's a roasting pit waiting for you.'

Judy grinned bravely. 'Yes, I dare say there is,' she answered, remembering Tom's promise to her. 'But we'll see what happens. I'm not going to promise anything.'

'Well, I'm sure you'll have lots of lovely orgasms,' Tanya said finally, 'and I'd love you to be a spitroast for my birthday party. Won't you agree? Please!'

'The Kate will have to catch me first! But it's a very kind offer.'

'It will definitely catch you,' Tanya said assuredly. 'Don't worry about that.'

'Well, thank you anyway for the kind thought! I'll tell you what. If I get roasted, you can ask Tom, down at the barbecue area. He'll find me for you.'

'Thank you, Judy!'

Tanya grinned as she went back to her seat in the bleachers. Judy was going to give a really great show, for sure!

'What was that, Tanya?' her father enquired.

'It's nothing, Daddy. I just asked her to be the spitroast at my birthday party.'

'What did she say?'

'Oh, she was fine with it.'

'Well, that makes it a little more interesting. She looks as though she'd cook up a treat.'

It was scary being naked so close to the beautiful, glossy, midnight black spit that projected so menacingly, with her cunt so generously greased to receive it. She grinned. The machine couldn't know about Tom's grease job! At least half of the length of the shaft was hidden in the housing of its powerful motor. She wondered how many other girls had received Tom's helpful attentions! She reached down and felt the point. It was hard, and scarily sharp. The taper curved smoothly in from shaft to tip. It looked incredibly strong. She could barely close her hand around its girth. Her cunt would love it, she thought wickedly, especially the way Tom had greased hert. It was extraordinary how easily a spit went through a girl.

The widely parted leg grooves were lined with a soft looking material, with powerful looking clamps ready to close over a girl's ankles and behind her knees. Seams betrayed the recesses where other mechanisms were retracted deep inside the block.

The block itself was made from a glossy black material that might have been obsidian. It was strangely curved, with recesses for her breasts, and curious mechanisms retracted deep inside that she hesitated to examine more closely. It curved up to what could only be a chinrest.

Towards the front, on both sides, were curved indentations where the girl's arms hung down to clamps at its base that lay open, like the petals of a flower. Judy knew vaguely that when a girl's wrists got too close to those clamps, it was all over. Instantly the machine would lock her whole body in position, ready for the spit. It didn't seem like such a difficult thing to avoid, she thought. A girl could just tent her fingers, and hold her wrists away.

She wondered how sensitive the clamps were, but they didn't react immediately to being touched. Perhaps they were activated by a girl's weight on the block, she thought.

She stood for a little while, her heart in her mouth, but as the moments passed, the urge to mount the machine became stronger and stronger. That was why she was there. It was no use pretending otherwise. It wasn't even a question of courage. The Kate was ready for a naked girl, and she was the naked girl. It was as simple as that.

Tanya and the other spectators were ready for a show, while scantily dressed waitresses served ice cream and burgers. Judy wondered if the burgers were made of girlmeat.

It was difficult for Judy to concentrate, with thoughts of being Tanya's birthday party popping into her head every time the gleaming black spit caught her eye. She would almost be sorry to disappoint the youngster. Without really thinking about it she stepped through the gap between the spit and the block and knelt down in the grooves. The soft lining held her legs quite firmly as she leaned forward over the block, taking care not to put her wrists anywhere near those wicked clamps. It wouldn't do to get too comfortable, she thought.

The feel of her breasts slipping through the recesses was delicious. It was a little less easy to move after that, but she loved the feel of the slippery-smooth, form fitting polished surface against her bare skin. She heard a quiet whirr as the block adjusted to fit her body, and there was a tightness around her breasts, holding them firmly in position. The padded rest lifted her chin. She felt comfortably confined, rather than restrained. It was incredibly relaxing.

Only her arms were really free to move. Carefully she tented her fingers in preparation for what she knew was coming. Immediately she felt better. She loved the feel of the beautifully smooth and seductively curved warm block against her bare skin, as well as the gentle confinement.

She shivered at the thought of that beautiful black spit, so perfectly poised to enter her cunt. It was awesome to be positioned so perfectly for it. Her pussy lips were already as wet as could be, and she was perfectly aligned to receive it.

It was just a quiet whirring sound at first, somewhere between her legs. And then she felt it; a delicious caress from a smooth, sensual feeler between the lips of her pussy, and then another.

'Oooooh!' She breathed. Every touch was sheer magic.

Little flicks at her nipples, a rubbery sting, instantly they stiffened, only to be sucked into little cups. Feathery soft whisks teased her breasts until she was distracted with sensation, her arms frustratingly out of reach, but it felt so good. She wanted it to continue just a little bit longer.

She quivered as the wonderful, irresistible sweetness came from the utterly pampered core of her pleasure, then spread and intensified until it brought her close to a crescendo of sensation. She felt a climax coming, the subtle vibrations building her pleasure until she didn't want it ever to stop. She tented her fingers stiffly to keep from locking those wickedly deceptive cuffs.

The block bucked just as it had done in the film clips, and feelers combined to tease her clitoris. She shivered with excitement as she orgasmed once again.

The delightful torment continued, like an intoxicating sea of pleasure. She gasped, enjoying one sweet, delicious climax after another. She was in a haze of delight, barely remembering to keep her fingers carefully tented to avoid being caught.

Something slid down over the ridge of he clitoris, pressing deep on either side.

'Yeeeowww!' She screamed, squirming violently as a sudden shocking pain gripped her clitoris.

There was something she was trying desperately to remember, something important, but it was too distracting, her imprisoned nipples exploded with pain and suddenly the block was moving. She grabbed at the block and then she remembered, too late.

'Klack!' The clamps closed instantly and locked.

There was a murmur of appreciation from the crowd, and some applause.

Instantly she orgasmed, in a moment of utter intoxication. She fought the clamps, more to enjoy the comfortable mastery of the machine than with any realistic hope of getting free. The clamps were reassuringly unyielding. The spit was lined up perfectly with her slippery wet pussy lips. It was ready to thrust through the soft core of her body. Then she would be on her way to the roasting pit. That would be the end of her story, once Tanya and her friends had enjoyed their party-piece. Her heart thumped fiercely as she contemplated her situation. She grinned. At least this thing is built to hold its meat, she thought. Ironically, nothing could have impressed her more than the efficient way it had made her a captive.

Becoming a spitroast had always been the stuff of Judy's dreams, but the Kate had surprised her. It had seemed easy to resist its devious tricks, but she had totally underestimated her own limitations, as a woman whose responses to pleasure and pain were far more powerful than she had ever imagined, and distracting enough to take her mind totally off what was happening.

Wands popped out from the padded chinrest and curved in to press lightly against her head. She knew immediately what they were for. The pleasure mechanisms had given her some nice orgasms, but neural feedback was on a different level entirely.

At first there was just a single feeler caressing deep in the folds of her pussy, stroking the sides of her clitoris ridge, and then gently touching the tip of her clitoris itself until it brought her to another gasping climax. Then there were more feelers, which seemed to be everywhere and another orgasm was coming. She gasped, thrashing wildly against the clamps, but it was going to happen again and she climaxed in an unstoppable convulsion of delight.

Then it was vibrating tendrils, tuned to the pleasure frequency of her clitoris, covering the whole of her pussy, wriggling in the crevices of her pussy, over her clitoris hood and between the lips of her cunt. In seconds she was screaming as the orgasms came in an unrelenting succession of blinding, white hot convulsions that continued and intensified until they had wrung the last remnants of energy from her body. She hardly even noticed when it stopped, leaving her heart pounding, and pleasure still coarsing through her like blood through her veins.

It was shocking when the hollow needles pushed painfully through her nipples and deep into her breasts, which tautened as cool liquid filled them. Half a pint in each breast, Tom had told her! Once her breasts were prepped the needles withdrew, much to her relief.

There was a quiet whirring sound, which she could not place at first. It was not at all what she had expected from something as powerful as a spitting motor. The moment was intoxicating, and a spasm of pleasure convulsed her again.

'Aaaah!' She gasped in shock as the point of the spit reached the slippery wet lips of her vulva. Instinctively she tipped her hips up a tiny fraction. As the spit teased her cunt lips apart, the sensation was so delicious that she orgasmed again instantly. The sharp point slithered between the lips of her vulva, gradually stretching her open as it thrust deeper. Then it was in her soft, velvety cunt, her lips stretched wide around the shaft, and for the first time she knew how it felt to be impaled, a prisoner of the spit that was steadily fixing her meat on its shaft.

She felt another sharp pain as the point of the spit pierced her vagina wall and entered her belly. There was more pain as the spit enlarged the opening and pushed deeper, forcing its way easily between the slippery coils of her intestines, but still the slithering movement through her vulva was breathtakingly exciting, her entrance stretched to pull her clitoris closer to the shaft. The continuous rubbing was so exciting that she quickly climaxed again.

She could never have imagined that being spitted would feel like this. With every inch that the spit advanced, her movement became even more restricted. It filled the core of her body and as far as it went it held her rigid, but its movement through her slippery cunt was an exquisite sensation, one that continued to conjure orgasms from her sensitive young body.

There was a sudden pressure as the spit met the wall of her stomach, and then it released as quickly.

Judy felt an urge to twist her chest as it passed through her stomach, then back again as it entered her gullet with that same slithering movement. She felt a moment of panic as it moved steadily closer to the point when it would silence her for ever.

There was nothing she wanted to say in those last moments, until she had a sudden thought.

'Happy Birthday, Tanya!' She yelled.

Then she heard a small voice calling back.

'Thank you, Judy!' Tanya said happily to her birthday roast.

Then the spit was at the back of her throat. She opened her mouth wide as it ran smoothly over her tongue and on and out of her mouth until a good two feet of it had emerged. It was hard to focus on the shocking sight of the point, still streaked with blood from passing through the core of her tender body.

Mechanical arms lifted her arms and held them to her sides while the banding began. The ball hook pushed firmly into her ass and locked itself to the spit. At last she was lifted onto the overhead conveyor, for the short, bumpy journey to her specially reserved roasting pit.

Then emotion got the better of her. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She had taken so much trouble to make sure she was ready. Now she was on a spit, as she had always imagined. She didn't blame the Kate. After all, she was meat and obviously ripe for it. It had handled her perfectly. There had been no chance to give it any trouble. It was a wonderful machine, she thought. A girl didn't even have to make up her mind. She only needed to be there.

Being on a spit was not the most comfortable experience, especially on a bumpy overhead conveyor, but feelings had nothing to do with it. A spitroast was meat. Meat got roasted, carved and then enjoyed, and if it was very lucky, it provided a centrepiece for a birthday party. There would be pain, but all the spectators would see was beautifully silenced, spitted meat squirming erotically over the searing flames. Nobody cared if the meat suffered pain. Nobody at all. Judy wished she could look down and see her taut, newly expanded tits, but it was impossible.

'Right you are, Miss Judy,' Tom's cheerful voice came. 'See, I told you!'

He gave her a friendly pat on the bottom while she settled into position over Pit No. 8, enjoying the sight of her neat cunt lips nicely stretched around the shaft of the spit. Then he got busy with the basting brush, starting first with her sensitive nipples, and her tautly stretched clitoris, grinning when he triggered an eruption of pleasure that she didn't quite know how to handle.

'Don't worry, Miss Judy! You are a fine looking spitroast! Tom told her quietly as she quivered.

The searing heat penetrated deep into Judy's flesh as she turned, her nipples quickly hardening. Her bottom hurt more than a severe caning, but the pain was everywhere. Her breasts felt hot from the cooking liquid that heated up easily, but being cooked was bound to hurt, wasn't it?

She had always known that she was meat, and ever since she had seen her first spitroast, that was what she had wanted to be. There was nothing more sexy than a spitroast. Everybody knew that. It was the most perfect way to present the meat and cook it evenly, but it was far more important than that. Every attractive girl wanted to put on a show in front of the public. How better than with a spit up her cunt, and roasting over the flames, with the fantastic aroma of roasting girlmeat. There was really nothing that could beat it. She loved the feel of the spit inside her, especially the part that she could squeeze with her cunt.

'Are you Mr Tom?' An inquisitive young voice demanded.

'I certainly am,' he responded cheerily. 'What can I do for you, young Miss? Who are you?'

'Umm, well, I'm Tanya and that's my Birthday Roast!' She told him.

You have never seen a roasting pit attendant so flabbergasted.

'Yours?' He demanded. 'What do you mean, yours?'

'That's Judy,' she told him.

'So?'

'I met her over there at the Kate and she said I could have her for my Birthday Roast.'

'She did?' He answered in surprise.

'Yes. I said she was going to be spitted and she said she wasn't but I told her it's my birthday today and she said that if she was spitted I should come and see you and you would find her, and then she was, but just before the spit came out she wished me a Happy Birthday. I know she wants to be my Birthday Roast.'

'I see. Now that's quite a story, young Missy. Is there anything more you want to tell me?'

'Yes. When I'm old enough I want to ride that Kate. I've watched it six times, and I love it!'

'Well now,' he said in a kindly voice. 'How long do you think you will have to wait?'

'Oh, not long!' She said importantly. 'I'm going to register myself next month!'

'When the time comes, young Missy, you come and see Tom. I'll take good care of you.'

'Why thank you, Mr Tom! I certainly will.'

Tom rather fancied giving her a somewhat premature inspection, but thought better of it.

'What do you say if we ask Miss Judy about being your Birthday Roast?'

'B-but sh-she c-can't t-talk with the spit in her mouth,' she said hurriedly.

'Don't you worry about that,' he told her with a grin.

He waited for Judy to turn towards him.

'Miss Judy, I have a visitor for you!'

It seemed almost as if she smiled, but it might have been another climax.

'Can you hear me? Blink once for yes, and twice for no.'

She blinked once.

'Do you remember talking to young Miss Tanya here, over by the Kate?'

She blinked once.

'What's this about you agreeing to be her Birthday Roast? Is that true?'

She blinked once.

'Well I'll be. That's a first. All right, Miss Judy, I'll see to it.'

She blinked once.

'So Miss Tanya, you have yourself a spitroast. I dare say you'd like to help with the basting!'

'Oh yes, please! She answered eagerly. 'Thank you, Mr Tom!'

'Don't thank me! Thank Miss Judy there. She took a liking to you, and I think I see why.'

'Thank you, Judy! I'll take care of you now. You look so sexy and delicious,' Tanya told her.

Judy almost wished she could tell her how it felt, but maybe it was better that she couldn't. Soon enough, Tanya was going to find out for herself how beautifully exhausting it was to ride the Kate and become a spitroast.

Tanya was scrupulous with the basting, once Tom had shown her how to do it. Judy had lots of nice orgasms. Gradually Judy turned brown, and finally, she just faded away.

Tanya's father was impressed at the way Tanya had organised the meat for her party. Several of her friends had come, and she told them all the story. What she didn't tell anybody was what had transpired between herself and Tom.

Eventually the faint crackling sound told the chefs that Judy was ready. Tanya's friends were the first in line for some very special meat indeed.

Tanya was heady with excitement when eventually she got home. It was her best birthday ever.

And Tanya's last birthday if she gets herself registered and rides the Kate in a month. Great story.