Westworld The ride from the holiday resort by the coast, through the old desert road and into the ancient Wild West town of Tabernas was long and hot. Even though they were driving in air-conditioned busses to the supposedly unique must-see town near Almeria in southern Spain, Trine still felt the warm sun was torturing her skin through the large windows. She was sixteen and on vacation with her family. Her brother, Lou, was sitting in the seat in front of her. He had really looked forward to this trip. She wondered why. Just some old western town rebuild for tourists, in the middle of nowhere. What could possibly be so interesting about that? She smiled to her friend Christina, who sat in the seat next to her. They were in the same class and were always together. Trine and Christina had talked their parents into going on vacation together this year, and they had agreed. They had spend over a week at a camping site by the water here in Spain and it had been great so far; lots of lying on the beach and dancing in the evening. She and Christina both agreed that most Spanish boys were cute and good-looking, even if they didn't understand any English and the girls didn't understand Spanish. Anyway, flirting was an international language, so who cared? So, on this wonderful, beach-inviting, hot day, what were they doing on a bus in the middle of a dry desert? There they sat, the seven of them, their parents chatting away, Lou reading his silly comics and Trine and Christina just dozing away in their hot seats. Trine thought of the cute boys they had met down by the beach the other day. They had looked to dark and mysterious. Trine certainly realised that she was became aroused as she sat there thinking of them, fantasising about their bodies and what they wanted to do to her and Christina. She could feel her crack becoming wet and wished she could rub herself just a little. She and Christina had helped each other shave their pussies all bare yesterday. They had started out in the shower by just doing their bikini lines, so they could wear their mini-bottoms on the beach, but had ended up daring each other to shave it all off. It had been really exciting, and they had to do each others to get it all off. Afterwards, they were terrified that their parents or Lou might find out, but they figured they would be able to keep the secret until it grew out again. Now, she could feel her G-string panties touching her most sensitive parts with no bush to separate the fabric from her pussy lips. This probably also meant that her panties had a wet spot by now, she realised, and wished she had worn a longer skirt today. This one barely covered her ass. - What are you thinking about? giggled Christina with a whisper when she saw her friend squirm her ass absentmindedly back and forth on the seat. - Oh just... you know, things you think about when you're bored! smiled Trine and tried to pull her skirt down a little. - I know! sighed Christina and rolled her eyes, - What do all these people want out here? Why aren't we on the beach now? - Well, it must be something! said Trine and looked out the window. Several busses full of people were driving in the same direction. Oh, even if there is something to see, the place will be crowded with tourists, she thought. She turned to look around the bus. Funny, she hadn't noticed that more than half the people in the bus were clearly Spanish. Hm, could still be tourists from other parts of Spain. Many of the families on board were reading and eagerly discussing brochures and guidebooks about the place they were going to visit. Trine tried to listen in on their discussions, but all the people around her were either Spanish or Germans. Trine and Christina hadn't bothered to find out what the place really was. Their moms given them some brochures and folders last night and said it would be a good idea to read them before they went, but as usual they had just ignored them and gone dancing instead. When they came home late last night they had met Christina's mom who had been quite insistent that they read the papers through. - Say, do you have the folders your mom gave us? asked Trine. - Ah no, I think we left them in our room! Did you read them? - No! Well anyway, it's probably like Westworld in California. Remember when we went there? - Yeah, some cowboys and a few fake indians! Christina sighed again. This was going to be a dull day indeed, and a waste of good beach hours too. The girls talked about the boys on the beach for another half hour, when suddenly the Spanish tour guide came around and handed out a form to all the passengers. Trine and Christina looked at the pink slips, which were mostly in Spanish. They did understand, however, where to fill in their names and passport numbers. Just like in the airport, Trine thought, red tape everywhere in this silly country. - You DID read the folders last night on how to do these? asked Trine's mom sharply from behind the girls' seat. They both jumped and automatically nodded at her. - Sure, no problem! grinned Trine and they both giggled. They didn't want their moms to get all upset of them not having read the brochures, so they just pretended to know what they were doing and filled out the pink slip. There were some choice-boxes under their names, but the girls didn't understand what the text meant. Trine leaned over and had a look at what a Spanish girl and her mother in the seats on the other side of the aisle had checked. Then she checked the same boxes on her own slip and Christina copied it. - Are you sure you have done it right? asked Christina's mom when the tour guide came down the aisle to collect the slips, - Do you want me to look them over? - Aem, no, we're okay! said Christina, not wanting her mom to see if they had done something wrong. Anyway, it was probably just some declaration that they wouldn't steal anything from the Westworld or something like that. No big deal. The girls gave the slips to the female guide who looked them over briefly and smiled at them. Then she gave them to Christina's mom for signatures. - Girls, are you SURE you read the brochures I gave you? she said, leaning over to them. - YES we did!!! said Trine, knowing they couldn't admit lying now without lots of trouble. - Well, okay, then you sure are braver than I would have thought! Then she signed Christina's form and Trine's mom signed her daughters before they handed them over again to the guide. - What did she mean by that? whispered Trine nervously to her friend. - I have no idea! We'll just have to go along and see. Finally, the bus reached their destination. It stopped at a dusty parking lot outside the Westworld entrance. As the people left the bus, they were all handed a tag to put around their necks from the tour guide. Trine noticed that while the rest of the family got green tags, she and Christina had to wear red tags. As she looked around, she saw that they weren't the only ones with red tags. Around one third of the passengers got those as well, but funny enough they were all girls or women, most of them from their age and up to the mid-thirties. - Well, girls, since you've decided to participate in the show, I guess we'll see you later somewhere inside! smiled Trine's dad and gave his daughter a hug. - Yeah, we're very proud of you! Good luck! said Christina's mom and also hugged her daughter. - Ae, yes! See you later! giggled Christina and the girls both waved their families goodbye. The others went up to the entrance with the guides and the people from the other busses. - Well, it seems we don't have to spend the entire day with our parents! ,giggled Trine and put her arm around her friends shoulders, - Let's go and browse in the souvenir shops! - Yeah, but what did they mean by...? asked Christina but then just shrugged her shoulders and went with Trine up to the entrance. All the guests with green tags had already disappeared into the crowd of people between the wooden houses. As far as Trine could see this was just another Westworld, with main street, barber shop, undertaker and all that came with these tourist traps. Up by the "city gate" stood some sixty or seventy girls and women with red tags. They were allowed in one at a time by some men dressed up as cowboys, of course. Trine couldn't really see clearly from her place in the line of girls, but it seemed that they had to change into something else once inside the gate. At least, she caught glimpses of half naked girls undressing behind the cowboys. The girls got a bit uneasy by this. - I guess we have to dress up as cowgirls or something! suggested Christina. - Hmm, and become "part of the show" as dad said! nodded Trine. - Oh hey, did you see that? said Christina suddenly and pointed at an old horse carriage leaving from the other side of the entrance to drive into the town. They only just saw it for a second before it took off, but they were not in doubt that the open cage on the wooden carriage was loaded with stark naked girls, ten or more. - What the...??? What is this show? said Trine, obviously nervous by now. The girls wanted to turn around and go back to the bus, but were pushed forward by the many other girls behind them. Most of them were Spanish and they were all chatting and laughing as if looking forward to getting in. Trine was first to reach the gate and her tag was examined by the cowboy. He said something in Spanish that she didn't understand and then pointed her over to the large group of girls in front of them who either had or were in the middle of undressing themselves. She reluctantly joined them and waited for Christina to follow. - I think we're supposed to ... aeh ... get naked! said Christina and slowly started unbuttoning her thin blouse. Trine didn't move, but then a Spanish girl next to her, already down to her underwear, said in very bad English: - You... dress off! - I think you're right! sighed Trine and also started to shed her clothes. After a few minutes they both stood in the nude together with the other girls under the baking sun. They learned that they had to put their clothes into the wooden barrels next to the gate. - How will we find our own again later? asked Christina as she put her clothes into the barrel, - I mean, it'll get all mixed up now! - I don't know! Trine's voice trembled. She couldn't believe this was happening. Suddenly one of the cowboys gestured to the girls to follow him to a horse carriage like the one they had seen just before. Trine and Christina were ushered up into the cage together with at least ten other girls of their own age. Then the gate was slammed shut and the carriage took off at a slow pace. Trine and Christina were both pushed up against one side of the cage, so their breasts stood out between the wooden bars. There was not enough room to sit down, so they were totally exposed from where they stood. They looked out on the street where all the other guests from the busses walked around and enjoyed the Westworld town. Many smiled and waved at the carriage as it passed them in a leisurely pace. Some of the girls in the cage waved back and talked to people they knew on the street. The girls got a real tour around the town and Trine believed this was part of the show. The state of things slowly began to dim for the girls. This was one of these Dolcett non-governmental zones which they had heard existed in some European countries. So this was why their moms had wanted them to read the brochures before they went. And now they had unknowingly turned their bodies and lives over to this show. The girls talked a little and quickly agreed, that they probably wouldn't leave this place alive. Not unless they found their families and could make them do something. Somehow, Trine wasn't surprised when they passed an old hanging place and saw three naked girls hanging by their necks in the gallows, side by side, still kicking and twitching. A long line of nude girls and women waited for their turn next to them. A large audience yelled and shouted eagerly while the girls in the ropes slowly strangled to death for their entertainment. The carriage drove on and also passed a barbeque area, where girl meat was served for the guests. Trine nearly fainted when she saw whole, spitted girls turning slowly over the coal filled roasting pits. An aroma of sweet barbecued meat filled the air. Surprisingly, many of the other girls in the cage were clearly excited by the sight of the barbecue area and began to talk loud and point out different body parts of themselves to each other. - I believe they are discussing cooking recipes! said Christina and gulped. - I know! It's too much ... I am going to...! Trine was cut of by a Spanish woman in her thirties standing next to her, who lifted up Trines left tit and weighed it in her hand. Space was too tight for Trine to back away and she didn't want to be rude and brush off the woman's hand, so she just let her fondle her while Christina looked in amusement. The woman smiled and suggested something in Spanish, and a few of the other girls laughed and also felt her breasts. Trine had great shaped C-cupped breasts, just a bit large for her otherwise slim body. She was surprised to find that she felt a certain pride in the fact, that the girls were discussing her breasts like this. - I think they are making plans for your tits! laughed Christina, and Trine couldn't help laughing back. Even if the girls didn't understand a word, they eased up a bit and tried to enjoy the situation as most of the other girls apparently did. The Spanish girls, all lean and with relatively small breast, thought the white Americans had interesting bodies, and particularly their large breasts were in focus. Christina also had to allow the ladies to feel her tits. They were quite a bit larger than Trine's and softer. Trine tried to make a joke of the peculiar situation: - Hm, yes, I think we'll have these roasted with onions! she laughed while massaging Christina's large breasts in her hands. Christina giggled and started commenting on Trine's shaved pussy, calling it a fillet suitable for grilling. Thus chatting and starting to enjoy the ride, they passed other scenes of female humiliation and execution. Next to the barbeque area was a decapitation area where girls had their head cut off either in a large guillotine or by axe. They also passed crucified girls on a small hill and even saw girls shooting each other for real in a pistol duel. Clearly, in here the girls were just entertainment and meat, and the thought made Trine and Christina angry, frightened and excited at the same time. - VENGA VENGA !!! ,yelled the cowboys as they had finally arrived at their destination. At the far end of the main street was a large, outdoor holding pen, enclosed only by wooden fence but guarded by several burly-looking cowboys with guns. Inside stood several hundred naked girls and women and waited for their destiny. The carriage was unloaded and the girls were guided through a chute into the holding area. They had to wait in line before being allowed into the enclosure. Two men sorted those few girls out who had not shaved their bodies completely, and quickly did them using electric razors not unlike those used to cut sheep's wool. - Well, I'm glad we did ours yesterday! sighed Trine as she witnessed how rough the cowboys handled the girls they shaved, turning them around like animals. - Yeah, quite a coincidence! nodded Christina and fully agreed with her friend. A few girls ahead of them, the "meat" was weighed on a large scale. As the girls stood and chatted under the hot sun, they suddenly heard familiar voices. - There they are, not even graded yet! Hi girls! ,sounded the voice of Trine mom. The girls turned around and faced their families, who eagerly greeted them from the other side of the cattle fence. - Oh, hi mom! Trine didn't know what else to say. - Well, I see that you two had it all planned out, huh? smiled Christina's mom and reached in to gently caress her daughters shaved filet with the back of her hand, - I would never have guessed! - No, I am surprised too. And very proud of you! smiled Trine's mom, - But you know, Lou here is a bit disappointed! - Eh, really, why is that? asked Trine, surprised that her brother cared at all about her. - Yes, well, we might as well tell you now! laughed her mom, - We had actually planned to surprise you once inside by letting Lou sell your bodies on auction! - What??? How could you...? Trine was getting really angry now. Her own parents had wanted to sell her body off as meat. So even if they hadn't accidentally volunteered, they would have been snuffed. - Anyway, you completely took us by surprise! ,her mother continued, ignoring her daughters protests and looked her naked body over again, - And what a wonderful surprise! - So, how do you hope to go out? asked Christina's mom, - Have you got a favourite fantasy? - Eh, well, perhaps the ... axe? said Christina, trying to think of something that would kill her fast and painlessly. - Oh, I see! said her mother, - Well, personally I hope you get to hang or roast alive! Sorry to say so, hon. but that would be much more entertaining to watch! - Mom, can't you talk to the guards and see if we can get Trine to be spit roasted! asked Lou suddenly. He had been busy watching the naked girls in the pen, but suddenly thought it would be great to watch his little sister turn over the coals. Trine eyed him with a killer look, which only made him even more determined to make sure she was spitted alive. - Hm, I guess not! Their fait is really not ours to control, now that they have turned themselves in voluntarily. Sorry Lou, we'll have to wait and see what the cowboys decide! Oh, it's your turn now, girls! We will be sure to try to find you however they decide to snuff you! - Yes, and if we miss your snuffing somehow we'll try to find out where your meat will be prepared so that we at least can get a taste! her dad added. He and Christina's dad where as busy as Lou with watching and commenting on the naked girls behind the fence. They hardly looked as if they cared about their own girls. - Okay, thanks, I guess! said Trine and waved her family goodbye. She absentmindedly watched as Christina stepped up on the large scale before them and was weighed. Two men in dirty, bloody butcher's aprons took down her data and quickly felt her meat quality with their large hands. At last, they wrote down some numbers and codes on a small, white plastic tag with a ring in it, and using a hand-held piercing-gun they shot the ring of the tag through Christina's cunt lip. She squeaked a little and was then released into the holding pen. Trine got the same treatment and soon after joined her friend standing by the fence and watching a new load of girls being delivered in the carriage. - Well, I never knew I'd be pierced just there! laughed Trine and lifted up in her cunt tag. - You know, it didn't hurt as much as you would think! said Christina and also studies her tag. - We really are just meat now?! sighed Trine, - How do you feel? - Hm, okay actually! I mean, you heard our parents; we were going to be snuffed anyway and now we kind of took them by surprise! - Yeah, and ourselves! Well, I'm glad Lou didn't get his way! smiled Trine. Suddenly a red-haired girl with freckles joined them by the fence. - Hello, are you British as well? asked the girl in a perfect Oxford English. - Eh no, Americans! said Trine, - Why are you here? - Oh, my parents let me volunteer! she smiled, - Isn't it wonderful, this place? - I guess! said Christina and introduced her and Trine to the girl, whose name was Laura. She was seventeen and quite a treat, with large round tits and a swollen cunt filet. She was obviously very aroused by the situation. They learned that she would like to be picked for the barbecue, but she had a feeling her father tried to talk some people into hanging her instead. - Anyway, hanging wouldn't be too bad either! she agreed, - I mean, all those people looking straight up into you while you squirm and writhe for your life ... that's really something! - Maybe you're right! said Trine and actually meant it this time. Standing here naked in the hot sun with hundreds of other girls, being looked over like animals by people walking by and knowing they will eventually snuff and eat you was beginning to turn her on. Sometimes a few cowboys would ride into the holding pen on horses and pick out girls they needed using their whips to usher them forward to the chute where a carriage would be waiting for them. If the girls didn't comply, and this happened once in a while, they would either whip them hard a few times until they moved or use their lasso to put a rope around their necks and drag them along in the dust. Most girls only needed one slash with the whip before they obeyed, while others apparently enjoyed being lassoed and dragged after the horse like a piece of cattle. The girls certainly didn't want to hurry things on so they stayed near the fence where they figured they would be picked last by the horsemen. Also they didn't want to get separated so whenever the cowboys came into pick girls out they stayed close together. Somehow, they agreed that they would like to go out together, when the time came. - Well, I think I'll try my chances now! I can't stand this excitement any longer! said Laura and shook her red hair out before starting to walk towards the two horsemen who just entered the holding pen. She looked back one last time at the girls and shouted: - I hope this lot is for the barbecue!!! - Good luck! yelled Trine back as Laura joined the three girls one of the men already had collected in front of his horse. He apparently accepted Laura as part of the catch and poked them all with his whip to get them to go into the loading chute. In there, the girls' hands were tied behind their backs before they were lifted up into the cage in the carriage. Trine and Christina watched as Laura and ten or so other girls of her age were transported away from the holding pen to meet their fate. - Hi girls, how are you doing? It was Lou, who had sneaked up on them while they had been busy looking after Laura, - Nice tags you got there! Do they hurt? - No, not really! said Trine quickly, eager not to let him think they were in pain or sorry in any way. - Well, anyway, mom told me to say hi and see if you were picked yet! - Okay, yeah, not just yet! Do you know where that last load of girls was going? She was curious as to what was in store for Laura. - Let's see! Lou squirmed his eyes against the strong sun and tried to spot the carriage, - Yeah, I think it's headed for the gallows. Mom and dad are having tea at a cafe just opposite, and they are really having fun watching the girls swing! They hope you end up there too! - I see! How nice of them! Trine was being sarcastic, but that didn't have any effect on Lou. Like their parents he thought the girls had chosen this themselves and didn't feel any sympathy with them. - I gotta run now, girls, but try to be picked soon if you want us to see you go, 'cause I don't think we'll stay here much longer than a few hours! said Lou and turned to walk away. - Hey, you ARE having lunch here, right? yelled Christina, and Lou just nodded before he ran off. - We better get going then! sighed Trine, who after all didn't want to be left behind to be snuffed in front of only strangers. Besides, she would like her parents to taste her meat now that she would be gone anyway. - Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's try to get picked together in the next round! agreed Christina and walked with her friend into the middle of the pen. Other girls, many of them sisters or mothers and daughters tried to stay close in there to be snuffed together. When the cowboys came riding in a little while later, the girls ran around and screamed and laughed; some to try to escape and some to try to be picked together. Trine saw Christina being whipped once on her bottom and forced to run with three others in front of the horse. She tried to catch up, but was knocked over by the other horse. Fortunately, she managed to get up and join two girls in front of the third horse and get into the chute with her friend. They were ten girls having their hands tied behind their backs, when the picking was over. Most were the same age as Trine and Christina, but there were also two mothers, one with one daughter and the other with two daughters. They had been lucky to be picked together and happily chatted as they were pushed into the carriage. - I wonder if any of them know where we are going? asked Trine and tried to make sense of the Spanish gibberish around her. - I doubt it! said Christina and looked out over the horse and driver to see if she could determine in which direction they were heading. She let out a disappointed sigh as they passed the guillotine-area without slowing down, - Damn, that would have been quick! - Uh uh, I have a bad feeling! said Trine as they got near the barbecue area. The driver turned into the area and stopped the carriage. This is it, though Trine, Lou will get his way with me after all! It was high noon and there were hundreds of guests sitting around long wooden tables and eating lunch. The guests were protected from the hot sun by large shades set up over the tables. They were served their meals by stark naked girls with pussy tags, like Trine's and Christina's. As the load of new girls was led from the carriage and into the cooking area, they passed between the tables and their future fate was displayed for them in all its gory. On the guest's plates were whole or quartered tits, roasted golden brown, juicy cunt steaks and all other imaginable girl meat cuts. There were whole spitted girls being carried from the roasting pits to the carving tables and they passed large pots with girls being boiled in soups. It was a scene taken from the Gates of Hell. Yet, something did not fit with Trine's conception of Hell. First of all, the air was filled with laughter and small-talk, from all the guests. Second, the meat girls didn't seem frightened at all. On the contrary, they all seemed happy and excited and laughed and talked as much as the guests. And most importantly, Trine wasn't scared either, or even sad. She had an odd feeling of self-fulfilment, of meaning and of great sexual excitement. She realised that she had no problems imagining herself turning over the coals and still feeling aroused. The only thing that bothered her about having a steel spit rammed through her body was the fact, that her brother Lou would get a kick out of watching it. Oh, never mind him. She wouldn't let him spoil her last fun. - Oh, I may still get my wish! smiled Christina when the girls had reached what was clearly some sort of meat preparation area, between the tables and the grills. She watched intensely as a cook swung an axe over a young girls, whose head rested on a wooden block. She seemed calm enough but still let out a scream when the axe began to fall. She was cut off by the chunk of the axe and her head rolled into the dust. Her body jerked back and fell trembling beside her head. Christina saw how the girls face lit up in a final smile as she was able to watch her dying body next to her. Then she closed her eyes and was still. - Hm, yeah, I guess I would prefer the spits after all, then! sighed Trine. She couldn't believe she just said that. Christina just giggled and watched as the next girl was beheaded. The headless bodies were strung up by the feet and hung side by side from a wooden bar. The butchers worked to gut and clean the dozen or so bodies before they were taken down and cut up in parts to throw on the grills. However, only few girls went that way. Bu far the most were prepared for live cooking, either spitted, tied to grills, oven- roasted or boiled in soup pots. - Oh, seems this is goodbye! said Christina and kissed Trine on the cheek before a cook grabbed her by her tied wrists and pulled her aside. Trine was left alone and watched as the cook prodded and picked among the girls until he had collected five. They were all a bit on the plumb side, like Christina, and had large breasts. The girls' tits were indeed what they had been selected for. The cook rubbed their ample breasts with cooking oil and garnished with salt and pepper. Then he ordered the first girl, standing next to Christina, to kneel down beside a grill. Two girls were already roasting on the grill, but the cook commanded the girl to lean over at let her tits rest on the hot metal. She complied with an uncertain smile and her face was distorted when her delicate breasts hissed and sprouted on the grill. Christina was next and also tried to be brave. Soon, the five girls sat side by side and had their tits grilled while striving to keep the tears back. The cook used a fork to stab and turn the tits once in a while. When they were all a nice golden brown, he let the girls stand up again. Some assistants hung a serving tray around the neck of each girl, so their smoking tits rested on the tray. Trine watched in awe as the assistants then each led a girl down among the tables and offered slices of tit meat to the guests as small snacks. - Hello dear! said Christina's dad, as she was led down to their families table. - Oh, hi dad, hi mom! How are you? - Fine honey, and you're doing well too I see? said her mom and nodded to the assistant to indicate that they would like a few slices. - Yes ... ough... I guess! Christina whined as the female assistant sliced her nipple off and continued into her left breast. Her right tit was almost gone already. - How is Trine? Have they snuffed her yet? asked Trines mom curiously. - I don't know? We both got here together but I was picked before her! - Well, I will try to find her later! You have a good time now! - Thanks, I will! sighed Christina as she was led on to the next table. After a few tables, her tits were all cut down and she was taken back to the preparation area. To her great relief, she saw that some of the other girls on the tit-grill had been decapitated and she willingly ran over to the block to wait for the axe. There was only one girl in line if front of her and as soon as the axeman had done her, Christina smiled and kneeled down to rest her head on the blood-moist wood. She didn't feel anything as the axe sliced through her neck and separated her head from her body, but the world tumbled around a few times. She was amazed at how long she was conscious afterwards. A woman grabbed her head by the hair and threw it in a basket on top of dozens of other girls' heads. From there, she saw her body being strung up and cut open by the butchers. She even just managed to see Trine being led past her along with a few other girls, before everything blacked out. Trine did not see Christina being executed. She was busy sucking one of the cook's large dick behind the preparation tables. She and a few others had been ordered to "service" the kitchen staff during their break and so far she had swallowed three of her future executioner's sperm. She only wished her hands were not tied behind her back so she could play a little with herself too. This day had certainly turned out unexpected, she thought, as the cook came in her mouth and send loads of semen down her throat. Finally, they had had enough, and Trine was commanded to follow the man she had just given the last blowjob. He carried four steel spits and Trine and the other three girls knew what was in store for them. Live spitting! Nothing less! Trine was wetter than ever when they leaned her over a table, ass pushed up towards the cook. The almost came when he inserted the spit in her swollen cunt and started to push it in. In one long movement, he pushed the steel all the way through her tense body and out through her trembling lips. From that point, everything happened in flashes with dark intervals in between. She felt being lifted up on the spit and carried between the tables towards the coal pits. She remenbered seeing her familiy as they waved at her from their table. She couldn't hear what her mom said, but she tried to smile around the spit. Next, she remebered the heat, the sizzling, the barbecue-sauce on her body and the sight of the other girls' bodies turning next to her. She came many times while writhing on the spit, huging it with her cunt muscles. The black periods got longer and in the end she didn't wake up again. On the bus home to the holliday village, space was much more ample than on the way into the dessert. More than half of the original passengers "stayed behind". The families of the girls laughed and talked about the wonderful day, and many had leftover meat cuts from their dear ones with them in plastic bags and containers. The two families agreed that this was not their last visit to such a place, only next time Trine and Christina's moms would have to participate in the entertainment themselves.
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