Home Delivery by Spitman © July 2009

The supermarket was just off the freeway. Mandy's directions were perfect, as usual. Julia smiled to herself. What a pity Mandy was busy today. It would have been a lot more fun to investigate this place together, but it was going to be interesting, all the same.

The cookout last night at Mandy's place had been cool, and lively as usual. Her back yard was virtually the size of a City park, and she had a dance troupe on the stage. Her guests were mostly hunks, professional athletes she said, and who could argue. Julia couldn't care less where they came from as long as they could fuck.

Mandy's barbecue was just the thing to get everybody in the mood. Six spitted beauties, ready to roast, delivered punctually by Hill's Meats at the start of the evening, their eyes blinking to prove that they were freshly spitted. By the time the party really got going they were cooked to a turn. The meat was as succulent as ever, and it was definitely uncool to notice if any of the roasts had been girls you knew. Julia had a strong suspicion that she knew one of them, but she kept it to herself. There was great wine, bread, sauces and heaps of salad to go with the meat. The best thing though, was eating roasted girl before you had sex. Whatever part of the spitroast you ate, somehow it always made you feel incredibly sexy.

'Hey Julia, come and meet Frank and Jeff,' she called.

Julia grinned. They certainly looked capable of what she was looking for.

'Hi guys,' she said.

'Hello Julia,' Frank said politely.

'Nice tits!' Jeff said, straying from protocol rather closer to the point at issue.

Julia grinned at him. Obviously he was one for action rather than conversation. And he did have rather a good view of her tits, adorned only with a simple pair of plain nipple rings. Below she wore a microskirt that offered tantalising glimpses of the meatgirl tag suspended from the ring that was crimped through her left pussy lip. That was as much de rigeur as black tie would once have been for the men. But not here. They wore fashionable harnesses and straps, but nothing to impede their sexual activities, or conceal their attributes from the admiring gaze of the girls. And now what she saw was a particularly impressive erection. Jeff was obviously both capable and ready for business.

She offered her hand, but Jeff had other ideas. Whisking his leather whip-like leash under her skirt, he hooked her pussy ring with a neat flick of his wrist, and tugged her off towards the barbecue. Mandy looked jealous as always, but that was the point of a party. The hostess had to watch while her guests enjoyed themselves.

Just then the band struck up, a decent rock number with excellent rhythm. Jeff was an excellent dancer, and knew exactly how to remind her of her place with discreet tugs of his leather leash. He manoeuvred her towards the barbecue pits, turning her, then closer until she felt the searing heat of the flames betwen her legs, burning the moist flesh of her vulva lips.

'Aaah!' she gasped, 'Jeff, it's too hot! I can't stand it!'

Laughing, Jeff twisted her quickly away, but then suddenly back until she squirmed with pain.

'See how it feels to be roasted,' he told her. 'That's hardly a  taste of it'.

Sure enough, when they turned away again, she saw the flames searing the tender flesh of the spitroast who was turning barely inches away, the girl's eyes following Julia's contortions with what looked like a smile as fat dripped from her sizzling bottom and breasts. Damn, Julia thought as she recognised the girl as Tracy, who had worked at the public library. But she gave no sign of recognition as Jeff tugged her towards a convenient table.

'Can I have your attention,' Mandy called. 'Now we are going to draw the ladies' ticket lottery."

Mandy's parties were famous for that. Every girl had a ticket that went into the draw. Like all the girls, Julia's heart missed a beat as Mandy drew the winning tickets from the tub. There's nothing more exciting for a girl than a meat lottery, Julia thought. Mandy's own name always went into the tub with the others. Sooner or later she was going to get a big surprise! But she guessed that Mandy loved the thrill of it as much as any of the girls.

The winning girls screamed with excitement, and ran to the Hill's Meats truck, tossing their skirts aside as they went, while the crowd applauded appreciatively. Julia imagined how they would look once they were spitted. Close to perfect, she thought. Soon they would have their wishes granted and their questions answered. There was nothing more for a girl to know after she had become a spitroast. Julia felt a little jealous, tingling with excitement.

By the time everyone had freshened up their drinks, the excited girls were ready to be spitted, shaved between the legs, cleaned out and leashed by their pussy rings. The twin Jessicas were on a raised platform, and the band played with a heart-throbbing beat while the girls were led into position and strapped onto the spitting machines.

Everybody cheered while the spits opened the girls sexily exposed pussies and pierced their wriggling bodies. Julia watched as the spitted girls were lifted onto their barbecue pits, and felt Jeff's hard muscular body behind her. He lifted her effortlessly onto one of the picnic tables and without a word, his massive hands grasping her bottom cheeks, he held her firm while his cock rammed deep under her skirt and into her inflamed pussy, thrusting energetically as her mind saw only a  pointed spit as long as a truck and as thick as a beercan sliding smoothly into that wriggling, gasping girl's body, further and then further until it came out of her mouth.

Later, much later, when most of the guests had gone, including Jeff who had soon lost interest once his spunk was released and the meat was served, Mandy spotted her. Julia really should have known better, but Mandy was Mandy, and she couldn't resist a challenge. Her curiosity was far too strong. When Mandy told her about that supermarket with a mysterious difference, that was it. It was probably a Dolcettish front, like most scenes in California these days. Any excuse would do to attract girls to a processing plant. Julia was cautious though. She had a strong sense of self-preservation. Mandy was always the one who led the other girls into trouble, she thought ruefully. It was a miracle that she had survived as long as this.

The parking lot at the supermarket was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the girls arriving one after another, comfortably dressed like Julia in fashionable short , tightly clinging skirts and tops that emphasised every pretty curve, chatting happily to their friends as they walked to the supermarket entrance.

A large sign said, 'Free Home Delivery, all tastes catered for, spitroasts a speciality. Queue here for our free introductory tour!'

As the queue moved slowly forward, the girls chattering noisily, the girl in front of Julia collected a trolley from the nested stack. Julia watched curiously as an attendant showed her what to do. She reached down and pulled a chain out from the front of the trolley and clipped it to the meatgirl tag between her legs. With an audible click the trolley released. Oh, Julia told herself as the girl pushed the trolley towards the store entrance, she will have to return the trolley to a similar stack before it releases her.

Then it was Julia's turn. With a strange feeling she went to the stack and pulled the chain free from the next trolley. When she pinched the clasp it opened quite easily. There was a disc shaped recess between its jaws. She understand. It would fit perfectly, if a little awkwardly, over the meat girl tag she wore through the ring in her pussy lip. The moment she released the spring it locked, and with a click the trolley was released. She had a peculiar light-headed feeling as she wheeled it into the store.

Inside the entrance each girl was handed a list of shopping.

'Home delivery,' the attendant told her. 'This is a new store and we are testing our systems. Please collect these items as you go through the store.'

She watched as the girl ahead took an item and held it against the console built in to the trolley. The console beeped and she dropped the item into the trolley. Julia did the same, and felt the pleasant buzz as the console updated her tag. Smiling, she passed round the store, up one aisle and down another, collecting a perfectly ordinary trolleyful of shopping. Gradually she went through the list as she followed the chattering girls through the store.

As she approached the meat counter, she felt suddenly self-conscious. Meat was the last thing on her list. The girls ahead of her were queueing with numbered tickets, so she took one too.

The front of the meat counter was a long, covered display cabinet. Julia trembled at the sight of neat rows of girlmeat cuts. There were plump lipped vulvas arranged invitingly between firm looking breasts, rumps ready for the oven, slices of leg meat pressed onto long steel skewers ready for the rotisserie, and large packs of fine looking steaks and racks of rib, red with spicy glazing for the family barbecue. Liver, kidney and tongue were labelled and displayed too.

Behind the counter white-aproned staff came and went, arranging more meat ready for sale, but curiously the girls ahead of her didn't seem to be collecting anything. As she pushed the trolley forward its wheels suddenly locked into slots in the floor, and it began to move steadily forwards on its own, except that Julia was chained to it behind, and there didn't seem to be any way to release the clasp between her legs.

The girls ahead of her turned between two counter tops, and suddenly she was tugged through after them. There were swing doors behind the serving area, and a moment later she gasped as she found herself in a large meat processing room. She could hardly believe this was happening. Damn Mandy, she thought. This was looking rather ominous. The trap was not in the store, as she had expected. The trap was the store, and she had walked right into it.

'I'll take this now, Miss,' a white-aproned attendant told her as he collected her trolley, reaching down with a small box-like instrument to release the clasp between her legs. Relieved to feel the chain fall away, Julia made no protest as he secured her wrists deftly behind her back, then he reached down between her legs again. Suddenly she felt a sharp painful tug between her legs. She looked down to see a thin but strong braided steel cable locked to her ring, pulling her forward. Resistance was useless. This was not the first time she had seen a meat processing plant at work, thanks to Mandy, but it looked as though it was going to be the last.

As she passed another pair of attendants they unfastened her skirt and blouse, then pulled off her shoes and tossed them all into a bin. Clippers snipped the rings free from her nipples. Just then the girl ahead of her was dragged to the right. Julia saw her drop into a kneeling position over a familiar looking metal frame, with pads to support her at thighs and neck.

When the next tug came she know exactly what was going to happen. She had watched those awful Jessica machines in action many times before as they transfomed lively, unresisting girls into spitroasts. She was approaching the next in a long row of Jessica machines, arranged neatly side by side.

The cable tugged her down by her pussy ring until her knees and ankles were forced, wide apart, into the deep leg grooves in front of the block. As soon as the clamps locked over her ankles and knees, an attendant pushed her down over the block until he could tighten the straps over her neck, and then her waist. The cable dropped free as the ring was snipped from her pussy lip, and she knew that nothing could help her now. She felt a sharp prick at each nipple and liquid flowed into her breasts until they felt as if they were bursting.

Teasing, caressing, irresistible sensations began between her legs. The girl on the next machine was already wriggling wildly, gasping with pleasure and now the machine on the other side was also occupied by a gasping, wriggling girl. Moments later Julia felt her own orgasm coming, the pleasure flooding through her like a tidal wave.

She knew exactly what was coming, but she twitched instinctively at the touch of the cold steel between her pussy lips. She clenched her vulva desperately to resist, but slowly, steadily it forced her lips apart and opened her until her silky, slippery cunt was stretched around the shaft.

She felt the point at her cervix and dared not move as it stretched the opening to her womb, she felt her cervix pop and moments later a sharp, awful pain as it eased forward into her belly. It took possession of the soft core of her body as if it was coming home, as if merely to provide her wriggling meat with a strong, firm support to squirm around. The slithering sensation as it pushed forward through her cunt was awful but amazing, a complete revelation.

Oh! She gasped as the spit reached her throat. All she could do was open her mouth wide. It slid forward. It compressed her tongue. It was awful but curiously comforting to be silenced for ever.  No screams would disturb the erotic spectacle of her roasting. She wriggled tentatively, but the the rigid spit immobilised her almost completely. She could barely squirm on the shaft, but sweet sensations blossomed from her clitoris with every shifting movement.

She felt the knife as an attendant reached under her and opened her belly, the coolness of the air as her entrails fell free, then a curious lightness. He turned a spigot and water gushed through her, cleansing her cavity, and she felt each prick and tug of the sailmaker's needle that closed her belly with twine.

She was resigned, helplessly immobilised on the spit, but still she wriggled as attendants bound her limbs to the spit and lifted her from the machine. They ignored her struggles as they lowered her closer, closer to the searing flames of the barbecue pit. The heat was impossibly fierce. She heard a click, and the spit began to turn. There was no escaping her fate now.

Was that Mandy watching? She felt a pat on her fire-seared bottom.

'I always knew you'd make a fine spitroast, Julia!' Mandy whispered confidingly.

Julia enjoyed a satisfying vision of Mandy herself turning on a spit, the centre of attention as always. She was going to get her comeuppance, one of these days.

The pain was exquisite as the searing heat burned deep into her flesh. Soon she was conscious of the appetising, familiar aroma of girlmeat roasting. Julia was hungry at the thought of it, her belly empty. Her clitoris tingled with the heat and the pain. She exploded with searing sensation. Her flesh grew gradually numb and she felt the life receding from her flame-seared surface until the remnants of feeling were deep within her body. The change flowed through her, calming the last twitching movements of her fire bathed limbs. Her thoughts sank, dissipating until at last there was nothing left but meat.