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Charity Fair at the Park

Part 1

Charity fair at the Park

by Splyf

 

   The sun was shining from a clear sky on the fifth of May this year, and the many hundred people gathered for the big charity fair in the park couldn’t have hoped for better weather.  Tents were up everywhere on the big lawn, selling all kinds of food and offering lottery tickets for the afternoons drawings. The Brettson family got there at noon.  John Brettson parked the car and his wife, Beth, their son, Lou, and their daughter, Trine, all got out and started towards the market place.

   “Say, isn’t that Christina?” asked Lou and patted Trine on her shoulder to point out her best friend standing by her parents at a burger bar.

   “So it is!” Trine cried out and went over to meet her friend.  Trine, being the smaller and leaner of the two, hugged her big-bosomed girlfriend, while Mrs. Brettson talked to Christina’s mom and dad, the Johnsons.

   “Do you know anybody being offered at the auction this year?” asked Mrs. Brettson and Mrs. Johnson nodded eagerly and whispered back.  “We’re going to enter Christina.  We think her body is fully ripe for roasting and after all, it’s a good cause, isn’t it?”

   “Hmm, sure is!” ,smiled Mr. Brettson and looked up and down his own daughter, measuring her 18 year old body up and trying to imagine it on a spit.  “Maybe we should enter Trine as well!”

   “Shhh, not so loud!” hushed Mrs. Brettson and tried to smile in a natural way to her daughter who stood and talked to Christina a few yards away.  “Christina doesn’t know yet?”

   “No, but she will find out soon enough!” Mrs. Johnson said with a devilish smile.

   “Mom, can we go around a while by ourselves?” Trine shouted and already started away with her friend in hands.  “We will meet you here in an hour again!”

   “All right, see you!” both mothers smiled knowingly to each other.  “Meat you, indeed, he he he!!!”

   “I’ll go with them, just to make sure!” Lou said, having understood the plans of his and Christina’s parents and ran after the girls who went down the line of tents.

 

 

   Lou could hardly look at the two teens now, without seeing them as meat, and he decided to test how appealing the thought of ending up as roasts or pot-stews was to them.  The girls stood by the candy floss bar and giggled, when he came over to them.

   “Have you seen the meat tent yet?” he asked as matter-of-factly as he could and nodded in the direction of the tent put up by Butcher Larson from town.

   “Mm, no..., anything there?” asked Trine and licked her candy floss.

   “I think I saw a girl from your school go in there with her mom just now!” lied Lou and this got the girls going.  “She didn’t look too happy about it, though!”

   “Come on!” said Christina and almost knocked Lou over to get past him and over to the meat tent.  In front of the cooling desk, many people were gathered and Trine and Christina were not surprised to see that several girls their age were stark naked, forming a line into the tent and all with a parent by their side.  These days, selling your daughter for meat was quite common practice and although reluctant, most girls accepted their fate, having been raised both at home and in school that this was a proper thing to do.

   “Wow, all these poor girls!” Trine whispered to her friend while Lou could hear it.  “Good thing my parents never have had me to a place like this.”

   “Look, they a being sold per kilo!” giggled Christina and pointed at the scale by the cooling-desk.  On the scale right now stood a girl of perhaps eighteen, pretty kid with long, brown hair and small puffy nipples.  Her pubic hair had been removed and she looked very scared as the butcher led her down from the scale and let her wait while he agreed on a price with the girl’s mom.  The girl tried to reach over the desk to say goodbye to her mom, but were lifted over the shoulder of another man in a butchers kilt and carried away behind the tents.

   “Kind of exciting, isn’t it?” asked Trine as the next girl, this one a girl her own age in company with her father, stepped onto the scale.

   “Then look at this!” smiled Lou and pointed at the glass counter with the cooled meats on display.

   “Yikes, that’s cunt steaks!” yelled Trine and backed off at the sight of maybe fifty cunts, all carved deep and looking very succulent, displayed on a bed of ice.  Next to them were breasts in all sizes and shapes and whole rump roasts, legs, thighs and arm.

   “They do taste great!” commented Christina, not being as hysterical as her friend.  “We had some at my 18th birthday.  Mom cooked them herself at home.”

   ”Hey look!” Lou said.  “How would you two want to be done if you were sold as meat?”

   “I think roasting!” Trine said while watching another girl being sold and carried away.

   “Hmmm..., I’d want to be carved for parts!” Christina said grinning without taking the eyes from the meat in the display window.  “Yeah, my cunt should be like that: on ice!”

   Lou obviously had the girls warmed up by now, both looking fascinated on the line of naked teens being sold by their parents, so it didn’t surprise him to hear his little sister suggest they found the Auction Entry Booth to see if they knew somebody among the girls being entered.

   “Look, there’s mom and dad!” Trine exclaimed as they neared the small tent where you entered your wife or daughters for the charity auction.

   “Let’s make a joke on them!” Lou said with a clever grin before the girls ran to the tent.  “Let’s pretend Trine has volunteered for entering the auction and we are here to write her up!”

   “But, I’d have to get naked then!” Trine protested and nodded at the line of people in front of the tent.  Almost half were naked girls and women, many were mother/daughter teams entering at once and with their husbands and fathers at their sides.

   “Sure, but what the heck!” grinned Christina and pulled Trines shirt over her head to expose her developed, yet firm young tits.  “I’ll go with you and make sure you’re OK!”

   “Hmm, all right, but you have to strip also, then!” Trine demanded and soon after Lou joined the line of women and girls with my two naked teens in front of him.  The girls tried to jump up over the mass of people to see if they could spot their mom and dad, and Lou got quite excited at looking at Christina’s, for her age, very large breasts as they jumped with her movements.  In front of Lou were a mother with her two daughters of around eighteen and nineteen.  All three naked and obviously all were going to enter.  A man from the charity foundation came up and talked to her a bit, then grabbed a string from his belt and used it to tie first her and then her daughters’ hands behind their backs, while they willingly let him do so.  All the girls in the front of the line had had their hands tied that way, and now he approached Lou.

   “Sir, I’ll have to tie your meat up to save time on the other side, if you don’t mind!” he smiled.

   “Sure, go ahead!” Lou answered and winked at Trine and Christina who also with a big, knowing smile let their wrists tie together.

   “Boy, is mom gonna be mad!” Trine giggled and again tried to spot her parents in the crowd.  Time passed and Christina and Trine got closer to the registration booth all the time.  When Mrs. Brettson finally showed up, followed by her husband and Christina’s parents, there were only the lady with her two daughters on front of them in the line.

   “Phew, you almost didn’t get to kiss us goodbye!” Trine laughed and winked at Lou.

   “Oh great, you got them to volunteer!” Mrs. Brettson smiled at her son, ignoring her daughters joke.

   “Aehm, he, he, not exactly...!” Christina began and moved out of the line, but her dad shoved her back in place while giving her a gentle smile.

   “I’m sure you two will bring a good price for the cause!” Mrs. Johnson exclaimed and ushered the confused girls forward to the booth where a lady were ready for their registration.

   “Names and age, please!” prompted the lady and Trine were too shocked to say anything so Lou gave her the data and signed the papers for both girls.

   “But mom..., why...!???”  Both girls had gotten themselves a little together now and started pleading their parents, half believing it was still just a joke.

   “Good luck now, girls! Get the best of it, while you can!” Mrs. Johnson and Mrs. Brettson shouted while Trine and Christina were being taken into the impound area behind the booth.  Their dads were too busy looking the girls in the remaining line over to say goodbye, and Lou just stood laughing at the joke he had played on them all.

   The Brettsons and the Johnsons spend the afternoon talking and looking at the other fun stuff at the fair.  Mrs. Brettson met an old friend of hers who had her nineteen years old daughter with her.  After Mrs. Brettson had told about Trine and Christina, her friend decided also to turn in her own daughter, even though she protested that her mom had promised her to be allowed to roast at the thanksgiving dinner this year.

   Lou hung out around the impound area where girls were still being entered for the auction.  Inside the area were the building normally housing the public swimming pool, but today functioning as prep area for the meat stock.  All entered girls were led into the buildings to be washed and shaved before the auction itself.

   “Come on guys, they are starting now!” Lou shouted at his parents and hurried them forward towards the large auctioning tent in the middle of the park.  The big, open tent held five stage-like presentations-scenes spread apart, each presenting different categories of girl meat.

   “This must be the senior auction!” grinned Lou’s dad at on stage with eight older women of no less than 35 years of age on the scene. Each had a number printed with a board marker on their stomachs and bidding was already going on.

   “And this is ‘packages’ stage!” smiled Mrs. Brettson and pointed at another stage with only mother-daughter or sisters on it.  They were only sold together and would make fine meals at large parties.  On the other stages were sold single girls, sorted after age groups. Not surprisingly, the bidding went highest around the stage for the eighteen to twenty years old girls.  Most buyers were representing butchers around town and many were wearing uniforms from the larger restaurants in the area.  Mrs. Brettson’s friends daughter came on stage rather early and went to a Chinese restaurant where Lou had come often.

   “Look, there’s Trine!” Lou shouted suddenly as his sister was led forward with some ten other girls on the wooden stage.  Mrs. Brettson looked with great interest as Trines body was sold to a fellow from the ‘Spit’n’grill’ chain of restaurants.  It was a while before Christina got on stage, and she went to the butcher who had a tent at the fair. Neither the Brettsons, nor the Johnsons, bought any meat at the auction, but Mr. Brettson went over and talked to the buyer from ‘Spit’n’grill’ to hear about his daughter.

   “She’s going on the grill in half an hour, just here at the fair!” Mr. Brettson reported to his wife and son.

   “Well, we really must try her, then!” smiled Mrs. Brettson.  The family left the auction tent and went down the “Spit’n’grill” to get a table.  The large, outdoor restaurant had room for around a hundred guests.  Over the hot coals in the middle of the eating area, seven teenage girls were slowly turning on spits, full body pierced.  They didn’t have to wait long before Trine was carried out of the kitchen tent, fully spitted and body squirming around the steel shaft entering her vagina and out her open mouth.  She kept moving over the coals for half an hour and was often in that time visited by her mom and dad who got to baste her browning meat themselves.

   “Uhm, she really is delicious, our daughter!” Mrs. Brettson exclaimed as they later devoured her succulent meat.  Before the evening was at an end, they were joined once again by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson who also got a taste of Trines meat.  They had been at the butcher store and bought one of their daughters large tits and her cunt steak, which they had with them in plastic bags.

   “Couldn’t resist it, and then it’s all for a good cause!” laughed Mr. Johnson and patted the bag with his daughters meat.


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