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Company Barbecue 

By dikke_kannibaal@hotmail.com (c) june 1st 1999

When Marc arrived at the large, private barbecue site, the girlcows were already put on display. That was what he liked in working with Hills Co, never any troubles, a smooth organisation and high class material. Marc was a good butcher, but still so much depended on the enlisted men, and factors out of his control could perfectly ruin his performance.
The ten girlcows were displayed on a small platform, of course naked, a small chain attaching their ankles to the platform, so they could still move their legs but couldn't kick, the hands tied on their back, their necks locked in a head-display. The four helpers from Hills Co where nowhere to see, but Marc knew they would be there in time. Besides, he liked to walk around before starting a big job like this one, unhindered by other people, who might distract his attention.
The head-display the girlcows were fastened into was a very simple but effective device. It consisted of two long wooden boards, placed horizontally side by side, at shoulder height. In the boards were ten half-holes, through which the necks of the girls were put before the boards were joined together, locking the heads of the girls firmly in place. Before putting their necks through the head-display, the girls were placed according to their length, so the boards could be fixed to two vertical pillars, such that the girls had to stand up and almost couldn't move. It was a kind of horizontal scaffold, but very effective for the public : because there was a visual barrier between head and body, the guests could psychologically very easily make abstraction of the girlcow as a simple meat animal, and could on one hand talk to the head as a person, but on the other hand look at the body as meat. Marc always used it at those big barbecues, where a lot of people were present that only occasionally were invited to this kind of thing, and weren't used at the idea of girlcows.
Marc slowly walked around the displayed animals, carefully looking and listening. Of the ten girls, four of them had to be decapitated and processed as parts, with their heads prepared for display on the management table, the others had to be processed on the J3K, and roasted alive. Because it was a company barbecue, it was important not to create any fuss, and to avoid panic with the animals.
Some of the guests were clearly impressed by the sight of the girls, that were going to be slaughtered for their amusement this afternoon. Some of them were touching the bodies very carefully, as if anxious whether someone would tell them not to do so, others were pinching them in a rather nasty way, to determine the softness of the meat. Marc smiled as he saw a woman in her early forties let her hand slide over the shaven pussy of a blonde girl with a ponytail, clearly a little embarrassed with her own behaviour. A man standing near to her, presumably her husband, pinched the tits of the girl. Marc noted that the girl was not moving back, and was undergoing the dehumanisation with her eyes closed, and breathing heavily.
It was clearly a high quality roasting party. The ten girls varied in age from 19 to 28 years, and several nationalities were present. There were even two blonde Scandinavian girls, normally very difficult animals to obtain. They would do great at the roast. The important point was to select the four girls for the decapitation. The first one had to be a rather willing one, the others were less important, but girls that were expected to be rebellious were also prime candidates. Because the heads were going to be put on display, the decapitated girls preferably should have long hair. A man near to Marc was trying to talk to the girls. Marc preferred that the girlcows had their vocal cords removed, but this was of course up to the customer. The first three girlcows either didn't understand English, had effectively their vocal cords cut, or didn't bother to speak, but the fourth, a slender redhead, eagerly answered. She turned out to be from the Netherlands, had learnt English at school, and had come to the States to try her luck in Las Vegas, with predictable result. She still looked unreal to the situation she was finding herself in.
"Well girl, you are maybe going to find out how this J3K feels. You know the principle?"
"Yes, Sir, I have seen its basic operation during the training sessions. As a matter of fact, it looks great to me."
"Nice to hear that. Which part of your body do you think will taste the best? I'm rather hungry, and you look tender and lean to me." He lightly slapped her ass.
"Well Sir, I think my belly will be the best. I have been training it for years, and it has been well treated during the training. Look.." She turned her hips and showed an indeed nice, flat belly, just rightly muscled. the young man placed his hand on her belly, and squeezed gently.
"Seems like you are right, sweetie. I think I will give it a try. However, I may not eat too much, I have been growing a bit fat lately, so I have to be a bit careful."
"You're so right, Sir. But I am rather lean, so it should be no problem."
"If you say so. Anyhow, I have some socialising to do now, so, see you. I'll give your belly a try. Have fun."
"Thank you Sir".
Marc could read the hate in the girl's eyes. She played the game, still hoping that if she played well, she might get spared. She could turn out to be difficult to handle.

Once again, Marc remarked that in a head-display for one reason or another, the girlcows were almost never looking to each other, unlike as when they were simply lined up. Of course, with their heads locked in place, there was not much they could see from each other, but Marc thought it had more to do with the acceptance of their fate : looking at each other they could see and talk with a living person, but they knew there was also a body attached to the head near to them, a body that was only meat and nothing more. By looking at each other, they were made aware of the fact that an intelligent being like themselves could also be considered as a piece of simple meat. It was one of the advantages of the head-display : as soon as the girlcows were released from the head display, and head and body were re-united again, the animals found themselves a bit more de-humanised, and were easier to process.

"Mr Marc Rowan?"
A woman in a grey business suit was standing just behind him.
"Yes, that's me."
"My name is Ildiko Markku. I am the secretary of the company. I would like to know whether everything is OK for the barbecue? If not, just tell me and I will do my best to remedy it." 
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Markku. I think as far as the meat is concerned, there will be no problem. However, I did not yet check out the J3K and the Louis and the rest of the installation. I do not expect problems, especially not with Hills Co, but maybe it is best to do this first. Do you want to accompany me?"
"I would be glad to. You are quite famous, you know. How many of those barbecues do you do like this?"
Marc smiled. Flattery always works, even with me, he thought.
"Well, not that many. This is a rather big one, you know. I wondered a bit, why did you take 10 girls, I estimate the people here at about one hundred."
"On hundred and twelve. I know. We originally thought about 6 of them, for roasting, but the manager also wanted parts, and Hills Co had just a few Scandinavians available, so we added them to the lot. After all, this is our fifteenth anniversary feast, so no reason to be greedy. But you avoided my question, no?"
"True. Let's say I do on average one big and three small barbecues a month, so lets say between six and twenty girlcows. Not all of them on J3K of course, tastes of people vary a lot, and the pure manual job is still very much asked for. However, it takes much more time, and I couldn't possible process more than two girls without a J3K. Then there is also the job in the plant, were we sometimes prepare girls for dinners at home, but this is more exceptional. If you organise a barbecue or a roast, then normally you want the show too."
"You only do roasts?"
"Yes. I am not that good in other preparations like ovens and so."
They arrived at the Jessica 3000. The device was placed on a small platform, and as expected everything was in order. The placement of the waste disposal, the location and preparation of the barbecue pits, the carving tables : as usual it was a pleasure to work with Hills Co.
"What exactly are you looking at, if I may ask you?"
"Well, it is no problem to hire a Jessica 3000, or a J3K as we call it, but the point is that you must also think about other things : the guts must be removed, the bodies must be stuffed and later on carved, so I must have a place to put my knives, there must be water to clean the J3K etc. Sometimes people are forgetting this, and then you are in troubles halfway the job, really messing up the show, so I like to check those details on beforehand. As in a restaurant kitchen, preparation is everything."
They slowly walked to the guillotine at the other side of the platform where the girlcows were displayed.
"Doesn't it happen to you that, while looking at a woman, you think about how it should be to barbecue her?"
Marc looked at the woman walking near to him. She had a neutral expression on her face, but her eyes were shining. In her half thirties she was quite a beauty. Taking into account her name and the origins of the organising company she presumably was from Finland, and had the short, blonde hair as was so popular over there. She had still a firm body, small breasts, strong shoulders. Simply a beautiful, healthy woman, not a heartbreaker, but seemingly very warm and sensitive. And interested in roasting girlcows, Marc added for himself.
"Well, this really doesn't happen. It is a kind of switch in my head. I can talk to a woman, as a woman, but when she fails the lottery, this switch is turned, and I see them as animals to process. After some time most butchers develop this attitude."
Marc looked at the guillotine, or Louis as it was called by the pro's. It was a modern device, with a grill to let the blood flow away, a pulley to lift the decapitated bodies and a reasonably large set of hooks to suspend the bodies for bleeding and gutting.
"As far as I read in your schedule, you want to have the first parts ready by three o'clock, and half an hour later you want to have the first roast ready?"
"Yes, so the people can start eating the parts, and there is no rush as the first roast is ready. But the heads from the parts-cows must be prepared for display on the management tables."
"No problem. What I will do is to firstly decapitate and gut the four girlcows for parts, so they can start bleeding, then spit the other six, prepare them for the pits and start them roasting, and then finalise the parts. I was promised help for handling all this?"
"Yes. There are four men from Hills Co, to help with the actual butchering and spitting, the foreman is called Alvin. He checked the installation already but now went to change his clothes. We also have four company volunteers for each spit, to keep it turning, do the basting and so on, and also two volunteers for each parts girl to do the roasting."
"That is okay for me. Now, we start in about 15 minutes. Do you have any preferences for the selection of the girlcows?"
"Well, it is of course up to you, but the two Scandinavians are from a competing company, so the boss wants them spitroasted for the managers table. And as I said, there must be four heads for display, so if you select a few cute faces for the guillotine, this would be nice."
"No problem."
"Ah, there is Alvin. Alvin, this is Mr Marc Rowan, Marc, this is Alvin."
"Pleased to meet you, sir."
"Pleased to meet you, Alvin. What kind of experience have your men?"
"They have been working for Hills for at least half a year, and can help in transporting the spitted girls, and in organising the roasting. I can part a girlcow, and processed them on the Louis, but the spitting, cleaning and stuffing will be your job. The J3K is almost fully automatic, but the stuffing afterwards, well, I tried it already a few times but the girlcow didn't live through it. I think I'll accumulate some more experience at the company, before starting in public."
"Ok then, I'll let you decapitate one of the girls, and then you can start processing them, while I spit the others. Mrs Markku, I think we better start. If you would do me the honour of selecting two extra girls for the Louis? I have already selected that redhead and that blonde ponytail there. Just be careful to select a girl with sufficiently long hair"
Ildiko was looking really excited. She took a long look at the displayed girls, and then pointed to two girls.
"Take those two. The others may be spitted and roasted alive."
"OK, let's get started then."

The girlcows felt that something was going to happen. They had spotted the three persons standing together, businesslike, then they had seen the blonde woman in the business-suit looking at them as if she was looking at clothes in a shop, thinking about which one to select. Now both men were coming to the platform. As long as the girlcows were encased in the head-display, they had been condemned, but relatively safe. Now the real stuff was going to start.

Marc and Alvin unlocked the head display boards, and Marc walked along the line of girlcows, checking the bounds at the hands and feet. Nothing more disturbing than a girlcow that undid her bounds. Most of the guests were now gathering around the platform, not to miss anything from the show.

Marc walked up and down before the line, inspecting each girl. Some of the girls were looking nervously to the Louis and the J3K, other girls were looking straight in front of them, as waiting in line for a bus, others played as if they were indifferent to what was going to happen to them.

In front of the blonde ponytail, Marc stopped and untied the feet of the girl. The girl was shaking, but Marc remarked she was also aroused. He let his eyes gaze over the lean body, noting the small breasts, the tender neck, the muscled shoulders and back, the firm as and legs. He nodded to Alvin, who took the girl by the arm, and speaking soft words, led her to the Louis. The girl sighed and looked at Alvin with pathetic eyes. She saw a young man, a bit younger than she was, whom she hardly would have noticed if she had met him a few weeks ago. Now, this young man was the most important person in her live, not that much of that was left now.
"Please, Sir, I am not completely ready, couldn't you pick another girl first? Just give me some more minutes, please." Alvin looked at her with a mixture of amusement and compassion. Although an apprentice, he already knew the reaction of a lot of the girlcows. First, immediately after the lottery, there was the defeat, then came the unbelief, the refusal to accept that they were only meat now. In the sight of their fate, this changed to resistance, the desire to escape, and ultimately, when no escape was possible, the anger, the fear and the acceptance of their destiny.
The pleading eyes of the girlcow were beautiful, and her head would make a very fine display piece for the management table. 
"Sorry, my little girlcow, you know, once you fail the lottery, you are effectively meat , and once we buy you, we own you. Look, I am not killing you, you know. You ceased to be a person the moment you took the red ticket out of the box. I am just preparing the meat you are. Look at your belly, your legs : they are not parts of a person, but just simply girlcow meat to process and prepare for those people. Now, be a good beast, and come with me. Those people here are hungry and waiting to start their barbecue."
He stroked her gently between her legs, checking her reactions. The girlcow didn't resist. Deep inside a girlcow always knew there was no escape possible, and talking about their body made them aroused a bit, and much easier to handle. Especially mentioning that the people waiting for them were hungry had a deep effect : the girlcows themselves hadn't been fed for 2 days now to clean their meat, and had only received a glucose shot this morning, to make them stronger on the spit, and so were very hungry themselves. Just denying that you took their feelings into account, and pressing on the fact that their hunger was nothing and that their bodies were going to be used to satisfy the slight hunger from others, who had undoubtedly eaten very well this morning, always impressed them deeply with the knowledge that they were no human beings, no persons anymore. Softly he took the girlcow by the arm, and guided her to the guillotine, where he put her on her knees, and placed her head in the open hole, which he closed with a snap. The girl, that had seemed to be dreaming, suddenly came back to the real world, and started to plead pathetically. Alvin looked with expert eyes to the soft movement of the belly and the back muscles of the girl. Nice stuff. Quickly, before the girl could understand that she was not completely secured, he tied her feet together, immobilising her effectively. It was very strange, but girlcows only seemed to want to move body parts that were attached. Alvin was sure that, if you didn't tie their hands on their back, they even wouldn't try to use them. After having attached the hook of the pulley to her feet, to lift her more easily, he walked to the front of the guillotine. The girl had a nice ponytail, and he didn't want to spoil it, by covering it with blood. He tied the ponytail to a rope, hanging in front of the guillotine, so that after cutting the neck, the head would swing freely away from the blood-drenched cutting device. Feeling how her hair was attached suddenly silenced the girl. Alvin smiled. Seemingly she had understood that she was not a person anymore, and she was now waiting in anguish for the inescapable. A few people had gathered around the guillotine, to watch the decapitation more closely, and Alvin indicated them to go back a little, because the strung up head would sweep, and consequently splatter some blood around. He let his hand glide a last time over the calves of the girlcow, sensing her fear. This was very good : if they got anxious, the blood was pressed out of their skin and into their veins, and the bleeding of the body was better. He walked to the switch, and, looking at the row of waiting naked girlcows, triggered it. With a dumb sound, the blade fell, securely separating the head from the body. Some girlcows had their head turned, others looked in fascination. It was important to know such reactions, because at a barbecue, contrary to a more industrial processing, the show was a lot of the feast, and selecting the right girls in the right order and for the right processing method, was an important part of the job.
The body of the decapitated girl fell to the blood-grill with a dull sound and the head swung gently forward, indeed sweeping some blood around. Quickly Alvin pressed the hook-button, lifting the body of the girl by the feet, and transferred her to the fixed hooks at the side of the guillotine, to let her bleed for some time, until it was time to gut her. Then he detached the swinging head from the rope, being careful not to smear blood on the beautiful hair. The lookers-on applauded for the nice performance, and slowly walked further.

Alvin putted the head on the worktable, for later preparation, and went to Marc. Once the first girl was done, it was always easy to proceed. You should think that seeing their companion being decapitated would make the other girlcows more scared, but mostly it made them more docile. Only the last one in a row sometimes caused problems, thinking that, being the last one, an exception was going to be made for her. Marc and Alvin took the two girls Ildiko had indicated to the Louis, without any problem. Then Marc went for the Dutch girl. He signed to Alvin that some problems might be expected. Quickly they untied the feet of the girl, but Alvin left a short shackle between the ankles, so the girl could only make small steps. Marc took the zapper out of his pocket, set it to a small charge, and pressed it to the leg of the girl. The girl screamed in horror and almost fell to her knees.
"OK cow, this was just to test the quality of your meat. Now you may either go with me to the Louis, or you may go to the J3K to be spitted and roasted alive. What do you want?" The girl, still shaking in surprise from the shock, glanced at Marc, and then nodded in the direction of the Louis. Marc took her by the arm and walked her to the guillotine. With a sudden movement he put her on her knees, and positioned her head. Fastening her feet and tying her hair to the rope was only a matter of minutes. The girl was silent, and seemingly in shock. Marc rubbed his hand along her body and her pussy, and noticed that she wasn't aroused at all. Too bad for her then. She was anxious enough, so the meat would be fine. He signed Alvin to do the decapitation of the redhead and start the gutting, and walked to the remaining girls.

"OK girlcows, you are going to be processed on the J3K. You will be spitted alive, for the entertainment of the guests, and care will be taken that you are alive until over the fire, so that you can experience everything until the last minute. Please put on a good show, those guests here came especially to see and taste you. The taste will be my job, but the show is your part. Now, I am going to untie your feet, please walk to the J3K there, and just queue. You will see everything will go fine."
While he was untying the feet of the girlcows, he heard behind him the dumb sound of the guillotine, and the sound of a body falling on the blood grill. The Dutch redhead girlcow didn't need to worry anymore.
Untied, the girls were looking around a bit uneasy, as if not knowing what to do, and Marc guided the first one to the Jessica 3000, the others following docile. He placed them in a gentle row before the J3K, on the opposite side of the draining system for the intestines. He had found that the sight of the body moving around the sliding spit aroused the waiting girlcows, whereas the sight of the gutting made them nervous. The same was valid for the people looking at the show, who normally gathered around the waiting girls. Ildiko was standing near the Jessica with a list in her hand.
"Ok Marc, are you going to process the girlcows in the order they are waiting here?"
"Yes, why?"
"Oh, just to assign the right assistants, so no girlcow is overlooked. There will be meat enough, but no reason to waste it."
Marc nodded. With such a big barbecue, a bit of organisation was always welcome. He knew the reaction of the guests. In the beginning, they would be eager to turn and bast the roasting girls, but after some time, they got tired of it, and wanted to go talking, and often a fine piece of meat was ruined by lack of attention.
Some of the girlcows clearly understood English. The idea, that they were going to be spitted, gutted and put above a fire alive, and then simply forgotten as an ordinary piece of meat, made them feel uneasy. Girlcows always had difficulties in estimating their relative value. It was not because your meat was worth a lot of bucks, that everybody paid attention to you.
Marc took the first girl in the row, and fastened her to the J3K. He prepared and oiled the spit. The girl was looking anxious to the people that had gathered in front of the J3K. Marc smiled when he saw how a lot of women just seemed not to be interested in what was going on and were talking behind the gathered crowd. He knew that before he fixed the third girlcow, most of those woman would miraculously have moved and would stand on the first row.
Seemingly Ildiko was more direct in her approach. She was standing close to him, looking carefully at the way he fixed the girlcow.
Once the girlcow was in place, Marc started the J3K, and slowly the spit was sliding into the girlcow. The machine was tuned very well, and without any problem the spit was sliding through the firm body. Marc controlled that the spit was sliding right through the gullet, and when it reached the throat, he pulled the head of the girlcow a bit to the back. A last push on the button made the blooded spit appear through the open mouth of the girlcow, and made it slide far enough to be placed on the spit stand. The girlcow looked with great eyes at the blood smeared pole, sticking out of her wide open mouth. Marc looked whether the spit was located in the right way, and, satisfied, pushed the button to start the gutting. With a nice hum, the J3K went through its paces, cleanly cutting the belly of the shivering girlcow, and extracting her guts, which were cleanly deposited into the drain.
As soon as the J3K stopped moving, Marc expertedly tied the legs of the girlcow to the spit. The first two helpers from Hills Co lifted the spitted girl from the J3K and carried her to a table, where Marc started the final cleaning and stuffing. This was a difficult job, because it determined to a large extend how long the girl would survive over the fire, and Marc was known to be an expert at this. Carefully he stuffed bread and fat into the womb of the girlcow, and finally closed and sewed the belly. Then the spit was attached to the back-muscles with ropes, being sewn around the spine, so that the girlcow, when rotating above the fire, wouldn't be able to dislocate the spit and causing herself an early death, so disturbing the spectacle.
As soon as the girlcow was filled, he left it to Hills men to baste her and move her to a barbecue pit, and went back to the J3K, in the mean time been cleaned by Alvin. On his directions, the men carrying the spitted and stuffed girl passed before the waiting girlcows, showing them that the spitted girl was still very well alive. Of course she was as good as death, but the mind seemingly thinks that postponing death is avoiding death : showing the girlcows that spitting wasn't lethal itself, made their walk to the J3K easier. It was this reason that it was often much easier to spit a girl than to decapitate her, how strange it may seem, because the death through decapitation certainly was more mercifully than the death through roasting, although less entertaining for the lookers-on.
Marc gestured with his arm, and the second girlcow was hesitatingly coming forward. Marc untied her feet, placed her on the J3K and started to fix her. He noticed that Ildiko in the meantime was making the waiting girls to shift towards the J3K, not to leave any open space. She seemed to enjoy seeing the girls queuing towards their death. Marc was sure that the very idea, that most of these girls had been free woman, and only had been converted to meat because of their greed for money, made her feel aroused.
The spitting and stuffing was handled in an efficient and quick matter. The first three girls were soon twisting above a fire, and the people shifted their attention to the more entertaining sight of the roasting girls.
When he attached the first Scandinavian girl to the J3K, Marc noted that Ildico was looking interested at the proceeding of the job.
"Do you want to start the J3K yourself, Ildiko".
She looked at him with a smile on her face.
"Oh, I really would be glad to do so. Do you think I would be able to handle it well? I wouldn't like to kill her, and so spoil the show.". 
"No problem. The J3K is very well tuned now, and I will follow the spit. Just stop pushing the button if I lift my hand."
Ildiko addressed herself to the blonde that was securely tied to the J3K. "My dear Moika, do me a favour will you. This is the first time I am spitting a girlcow, so please do not wiggle too much, so I can make a nice job out of it. By the way, you and Kainto are destined for the management table, and I will be allowed to take some of the leftovers with me for my doggie."
The woman on the J3K was clearly sweating from nerves, but didn't say a word. It only now appeared to Marc that maybe they had their vocal cords cut, in order not to allow them to disturb the barbecue. If Ildico knew them by name, they had some relation with the organising company, which could have caused some embarrassment. Maybe they were ex-secretaries or something.
Ildiko took the switch of the J3K, and shifted it expertedly through its different paces. Marc didn't have to intervene a single time. When the head of the blonde was pushed to the back, and the blood-covered spit appeared between the white teeth, Ildiko pushed without hesitation the gutting and cleansing button. She must have looked very attentively, Marc thought by himself.
With a soft hum the J3K finished its job in a perfect way, and Marc untied the spitted Moika, letting Hills men carry her to the stuffing table.
"Marc, while you stuff this girlcow, may I already start the next one?" Ildiko asked him, looking at him with those blue Nordic eyes.
"Hmm, it's against my principles, but because you organise the stuff, its hard for me to refuse you anything. Alvin, Ildiko wants to spit the next girlcow, could you lend her a hand if needed? Leave the girlcow on the J3K after spitting, so I can check the spitting."
Ildiko went to the waiting Nordic blonde.
"Hoi Miss Kainto. As you see, its your turn. Let me untie your feet, so you can climb on the Jessica 3000. By the way, you look really tasty, today. Mr Shukkan has already said he wanted to reserve your breasts for his wife, so we better get going. Punctuality is everything nowadays, you know."
She untied the feet of the blonde, and slapped her gently on the back, pointing to the J3K. The girlcow looked at the J3K, than at the smiling Ildiko, and walked to slowly to the spitting machine.
"Come on, my dear animal, a bit of enthusiasm, please. The people are waiting, you know, and others are queuing behind you. Hop."
The blonde indeed seemed to haste a bit, and placed herself on the J3K. Alvin fastened the girl, and nodded to Ildiko, who immediately started the mechanism, and securely, went through the different paces. When the blonde was finally spitted and gutted, and her feet tied to the pole, Ildiko slided her hand along the sweat-covered back of the girl, and stroked the blonde hair. She pinched the breasts, looking at the face of the girlcow. Mr Shukkan's wife was clearly going to be served well : the breasts were firm and well developed.
She accompanied the two helpers as they carried the spitted girl to the stuffing table. Behind her, Alvin proceeded to spit the last girl, a Negroid type, but almost nobody was watching now, most people being busy basting the already spitted girls. Too bad for the girl, thought Ildiko, but the black girl had seemed to be rather tasty, so she would serve well. Anyhow, taking into account the number of roasts, inevitably a lot of meat was going to remain unused, but as she had said to Marc already, if you organise something for the employees, better to be generous. Behind her she heard the knife of the Jessica 3000 cut the belly of the Negroid, and how the intestines fell into the drain.
After Marc had done the stuffing, giving Kainto a rounder belly than she probably ever had had, Ildiko accompanied the men as they carried the spitted and stuffed girlcow to one of the fire pits, near to the management table, where a bunch of men and women in expensive suits were clearly enjoying themselves.
A fifty year old woman came towards Ildiko, as she walked near the two men carrying the spitted girl.
"My dear Ildiko, is this the meat my husband organised for me?"
"Indeed Mrs Shukkan. As you can see, it is a healthy girlcow from Sweden, and she has very well developed breasts. They should be delicious. By the way, Mr Rowan allowed me to spit her myself. It was quite an experience. As you can see, she is still alive."
As the two men placed the girl above the burning fire, the latter was quite obvious : under the burning heat, the girl started to squirm uncontrollably around the spit in a very sexual way, her breasts swinging from left to right. Both woman looked at the delicious spectacle.
One of the men started basting the girl.
"I wonder how she feels." Ildiko said softly.
"Rather hot I think" laughed Mrs Shukkan. "Do you have a fork, I would like to check whether her breasts are as tender as they look."
"Of course, Mrs Shukkan. Here, try this one."
She took a long fork from a nearby table, and handled it to the older woman, who pinched in the firm breasts of the roasting woman. The fork easily pierced through the skin, and disappeared in the fat meat below.
"Looks good. Call me as soon as she is ready, will you?"
"Of course Mrs Shukkan. Andrew here is responsible for this pit, and he will give you a sign as soon as she is ready, so you can come over, and cut yourself the piece you want, right Andrew?"
"Of course Mrs Markku."
Both woman walked away, chatting, leaving the squirming Kainto behind them, under the attention of the assistant.

Ildiko went to look at the parting of the four decapitated girls, but found the sight a bit boring. The girls above the fires were much more entertaining. While she was looking at one of the firepits, suddenly Marc was standing near to her.
"Well Mrs Markku, how did you like it."
"Oh Mr Rowan, it was fabulous. And thanks for having allowed me to spit the two girlcows. It really made my day."
"No problem, you were doing a fine job. Say, next month, the 17th, I am in San Quinten, near to your headquarters. Would you accept to have dinner with me? I have never been in that town before"
"Oh, I would really enjoy it. You have my direct number, please just call me at 17:00, I will reserve a table in a little restaurant I'd liked to visit already for a long time."
"OK, it's a deal then. Now please excuse me, but I have to go to help Alvin. The boy is good, but parting four girlcows is a lot of work."
"I saw it. Do you think we can start feeding the guests in time?"
"Should be no problem. The pits are burning fine, and the girls were rather lean, so we should be fine on schedule."
"The way it has to be."
"Indeed, the way it has to be."