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Hi all :) I wrote this short story yesterday so I figured I'd share it over here too :) Check out my other work on Ao3 :)

https://archiveofourown.org/users/EdwardHyde10


Roasting Rosie – A Short Story
By
Edward Hyde


Taking a deep breath, Rosie tried to look around but the metal cage around her head held her too securely. Not that it mattered really, she thought, she’d be able to look once she started turning. The flashing lighting up the space around her told her that plenty of photographs were being taken and, when she had come out from behind the curtain, she had seen at least three very professional-looking video cameras being set up so she was confident, at least, that the event was being well-documented!

Hearing a metallic scraping, she knew what was coming next! The sweet, ten year old brunette bit her lower lip as the “stabiliser” was slid into place, gliding easily into her eagerly awaiting, well-lubricated passage. With a twist, the long, smooth metal rod was locked into place then a click and it began to vibrate, sending wave after wave of pleasure thought her already incredibly aroused body.

She knew, of course, that the rod was completely superfluous to the cooking process as the cage was well-fitted enough to keep her in place while roasting but it had been included in the design to give pleasure and offer distraction to the meat-girl so that she could enjoy the experience just as much as those watching, waiting for a taste of her delicious meat! Of course, most girls who roasted alive were so turned on by the experience that the cooking process was practically one long orgasm for them anyway but Rosie could not deny that the warm, smooth, vibrating pole was a very welcome guest in her tight, ten year old passage.

Someone was talking, explaining the process probably, but Rosie couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying, the sensations of pleasure filling her preteen body were overwhelming. She had been so proud to be chosen as the first. Ten girls would roast that day but she was the first in this new roasting frame, the one who was being photographed and filmed for the adverts that millions of people would see over the next few months.

Back stage she had stripped off with the other girls, all around the same age and deliciously plump like her, then the handsome assistant had rubbed her all over with oil, complimenting her meat as he did so, even sliding his fingers in between her chubby lower lips and nodding his approval at her self-lubrication.

Then she had stepped out in front of the crowd of eager onlookers – journalists, people in the catering industry, friends and family of herself and the other girls, also of the inventors who had designed and built this exciting new live-cooking device, as well as various members of the public who had seen the crowd and wandered over to see what was going on. There she had stood, stark naked and exposed, her meaty young body covered in cooking oil, in front of everyone. She had waved and blown kisses to the audience then been led up the steps on wheels so that she could climb into the lower part of the cage-like frame which had been adjusted to her height.

Once in place, the top half was lowered on and secured on position, leaving her looking straight up at the extractor vents hanging from the high ceiling, arms bend with her hands parallel to her head and her knees bent outwards behind her making her look a little like the wind-up plastic frog which had been her favourite bath toy when she was little. She had giggled about that at the rehearsal the day before when her measurements had been taken and she’d practised climbing into the frame so that everything would go smoothly in front of the public.

Now there was a click and a hiss followed by a round of applause from the audience and an intense feeling of heat on her back and rump. The gas-fuelled flames around the artificial coals below had sprung into life and now she was cooking.

The frame was designed so that a meat-girl could live a lot longer over the coals and enjoy the experience of being cooked as much as possible. Being impaled on a spit was most meat-girls’ dream but it had the disadvantage of doing a lot of internal damage and causing fatal injuries which sometimes even finished a girl off before she could start to roast, and being tied to a spit, which some girls opted for so that they could enjoy it for longer, resulted in quite uneven cooking. The newly-invented frame was an attempt to create the best of both world. A girl roasting in it, Rosie had been told, could live for almost two thirds of the cooking time and the vibrating stabiliser meant that she was sure to enjoy every second of it.

As the frame began to turn, she saw all the beaming, excited faces of the audience, then had to close her eyes against the dry, searing heat and bright light of the flames and glowing artificial coals below. As she opened them again, she saw the other girls, naked and ready to roast, peeping around the edge of the curtain and seeing what was in store for them, some offering her thumbs-up, some waving and others blowing kisses. Then she was back where she started, staring up at the large grill of the vent which was sucking away fumes and making this indoor barbecue possible.

As she turned again, she saw that the inventors, the men whose advert she had answered and who had picked her from among the hundred or so volunteers to showcase their invention, being interviewed by an attractive television reporter. The tall blonde was wearing heals, a short skirt and a low-cut top but nearly all eyes were on Rosie instead as the now glowing little girl continued to turn, breathing heavily as her body continued to be wracked but the never-ending orgasm, hear healthy young body slowly turning to delicious roasted meat.

And so it continued, round and round, the view ever changing for Rosie but starting to blur a little as the heat took its toll. She was feeling sleepy now. Some of the audience had wandered away and the future roasters had gone to make the most of their last hours of life in the “green room” which had been prepared for them behind the curtain. The cameras were still there ‘though, and her parents and brother and her best friend Candy who had come to wish her well and see her off.

She could sleep now, couldn’t she? She’d done what she was there to do. What was that, anyway? Rosie couldn’t quite remember. She was so tired now, and a little dizzy. Why was the room spinning? She closed her eyes and felt a little better. There was a delicious smell around her of cooking meat and she remembered she was supposed to be helping with a demonstration. They’d call her when they needed her, right? Come and wake her up. It was okay, she was sure, to take a little nap. The voices of the chattering audience sounded far away now and she sighed contentedly, pleasure continuing to wash over her like the waves on a beach.

The beach. Yes. That was where she must be. It was hot after all. Would she burn in the sun? No, she had cream on. The nice man had helped her, she remembered that. The nice, handsome man who had rubbed her all over with his big, strong hands. She felt secure, safe. Was he holding her as she slept? She hoped so. The nice man with his big strong hands, cuddling her on the beach under the hot sun as the waves lapped over her. That was it. That was where she was. And she was happy.

Seeing that she was gone, one of the inventors pushed a digital meat thermometer into Rosie’s thigh and, less than half an hour later, it beeped and lit up with green LEDs to show that she was done. The heat below her was switched off and, carefully, the inventors pushed the frame on its mounts forward then, wearing oven cloves to protect their fingers from the hot metal, unclipped the top of the frame and lifted it off.

The audience applauded as the stabiliser was switched off and slid out and Rosie’s perfectly cooked body was lifted out onto a serving trolley. The slow roasting process meant that even her edible internal organs were cooked to perfection and ready to eat.

Everyone who tasted it complimented Rosie’s delicious, slow-cooked meat and, before the next girl had even begun to turn in the frame, her carcass was picked clean, even her skull, leaving only a pile of greasy bones, some hair and the few inedible organs, all of which would be gathered up and used for pet food and fertilizer with nothing going to waste.

Rosie’s television ad ran every hour on several channels for several weeks and her photographs found their way into almost every popular magazine, helping to ensure that the roasting frame was an enormous commercial success as that the sweet girl’s plump, naked body was seen by millions as she had dreamed, tens of millions even, and her place in history, as the first girl ever to be publicly roasted in a frame, was secured.

Although her life may have ultimately been short, she had secured a form of immortality as would be remembered by all who tasted her, for the rest of their lives, as some of the most delicious, tender and flavourful meat they had ever enjoyed!

THE END


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