ANN HELPS OUT  m/f cannibalism 

Paul had been having problems with his computer for quite some time and despite his best endeavours he hadn't managed to get it sorted.  His daughter Ann had been giving him a rough time over this, as she wanted to borrow it so that she could get on the Web and help her in her school work.  Eventually under pressure from Ann Paul had an engineer pop around and give it the once over.  He spent some time on it and then announced that he had just about sorted it out, but that he would need to re-install a couple of packages that he had had to delete, but that wasn't a problem as he had backed them up on the second hard drive.  Paul had to pop out for a while, but was unhappy to leave Ann alone with the engineer, so he asked his neighbour to keep an eye on things.  A couple of hours later with the computer running properly, the engineer left and the neighbour went back to finish tidying his yard.

Ann took the opportunity to spend some time on the computer but was very careful not to do anything that would break it again.  Whilst she was doing this she discovered that on reinstalling a lot of the files the folders were no longer password protected.  She had often wondered what her dad had kept hidden from her, now was the time to find out.  She was just about to open a couple of folders when she heard his car return, she stuck a data stick into the USB port and quickly downloaded a load of the files, she could look at them later if her dad found the time to password protect the files again.  When he came in she tried to look as innocent as she could, and told him that it was all finished.  Paul smiled at his young daughter and then told her that she could have sole use of the computer that night as he had a lot to do.  She smiled at this and went over and gave her dad a great big hug, and then popped up to her bedroom and hid the data stick in a secret place.

They had dinner and then Paul went out to the shed to do some work, asking Ann to give him a call in about two hours.  Ann went back to the computer and when she was sure her dad was out of the way she went into his files again.  Many of them were extremely boring and only financial things, but there were also some pictures that really shocked her.  They weren't porn as such, but she was shocked that her dad had these things on his computer.  She found some stories that he had written, she knew that he had always wanted to write some stories but she hadn't realised he had actually done some.  One of the stories was something of an autobiography, but then there were a whole load of short stories that were rather gross, but she actually found them quite interesting, then she found some illustrated stories sort of cartoons, she went and made sure that her dad was still in the shed and then printed off some of the cartoons.  Eventually she had a whole bundle of them, so she bundled them up and took those upstairs and put them under her pillow, she would look at them later.  Looking at the clock she realised it was getting late and time to call her dad back in so she logged out of the computer and switched it off.  Once this was done she popped out and called her dad in.

They sat down and watched a Disney cartoon on the television and then Paul told Ann it was time for bed.  She protested as ever, but not as much as usual, and then giving her dad a peck on the cheek she dashed off to bed.  Paul relaxed with a beer and then decided to it was time to do some of his accounts, so he switched the computer back on.  He was impressed at the speed with which it now operated, and regretted not having done so earlier.  He suddenly realised that there were no different users, and that everyone could read each others files.  He was pleased that he had password protected his files but was horrified when on clicking "Recent Documents" he could see file names such as "Club X" and "Karyns Choice", someone had opened his Dolcett files and he didn't think it was the engineer.  He sat down and thought out his options, what could he do?  Confront Ann! What good would that do, if she hadn't opened the files then she would be upset and may even wonder what was there.  If she had opened them, what would she think about him?  He decided to do nothing that night and see if he could tell from her reaction the next day, a bit of a cop out, but he couldn't think of anything better.

Upstairs Ann was looking at the printouts while lying in bed, she couldn't believe what she was seeing, there were pictures of women being impaled and cooked alive, and they were all doing it voluntarily.  It didn't turn her off as such, and she found it quite compelling, so much so that she read them all from start to finish.  She tried to rationalise what she had read, and wondered what her dad thought of them, and why he had to read them.  She was still thinking about it when she went to sleep.  That night she had several dreams where she became meat and was eaten alive by people, they should have been nightmares, but they weren't.  The next morning she awoke had a bath and then went downstairs ready to catch the bus to school.  Paul couldn't see anything different in her demeanour or behaviour and he started to think that she hadn't been the culprit.  Perhaps he would need to talk to the engineer.  Hmmm he would have to think on that one.

For Ann the day at school was a bit of a disaster, several times she was told off for not paying attention, and it was true that she was off in a world of her own at times as she kept thinking about the Dolcett cartoons and a couple of the stories her dad had written.  She wondered whether or not she could get back in and read some more of the stories, or if her dad would have password protected everything again.  On returning home from school she found her dad working on the computer, she went upstairs and changed out of her school clothes and then went back down to the study.  She asked Paul whether she would be able to use the computer later as she wanted to do some homework.  He looked into eyes hoping for clues and said that would be fine.  Adding that he had set up separate user accounts for them both again, Ann shrugged and said "whatever".  

Later that evening and after supper as she was doing her homework she checked to see whether she could access any of her dad's files, but they were all locked down.  She checked to see whether her dad was about and then popped the data stick into the USB port and started to look at the files she had downloaded.  There were several that she hadn't looked at before, and some had some pretty graphic pictures, and then she found a story in which her dad ate her, or rather she was served up as a birthday present to her dad.  She read it and re-read it, and then hearing her dad coming down the stairs she closed it down.  She finished her homework and then sat down with her dad and watched the TV again until it was time for bed.

That night she again looked at the Dolcett cartoons and this time she fell asleep whilst still reading them, again she had some dreams and once more they involved her being cooked and eaten, and once more she didn't feel at all upset by them, and in fact enjoyed the sensations she felt.  When she woke up in the morning she found the printouts all around the bed and panicked in case her dad came in and found them, she had barely managed to get them packed away when a slight knock on the door was followed by Paul coming in with her magazines.  She took them from him, jumped back into bed and started to read them, just like any other Saturday morning, Paul began to think that there was no way that she had been the one to open the files, well he would soon know as the engineer was coming back to check on the computer in half an hour or so.

Paul had the computer powered up when the engineer arrived, and they chatted quite amicably about what was done and how it was done.  Paul explained that he was surprised that the rebuild had left all the files unprotected!  The engineer was full of apologies, and said he should have told him that, but completely forgot to as his mind was on other things.  Paul joked that he must have found some pretty interesting things on some of the computers.  The man shook his head, and explained that he didn't look, some of his clients would get annoyed if he did, so it was always safest not to.  Paul began to feel that he could trust the engineer and asked him if there was any way to see whether his daughter might have accessed some files he would rather that she hadn't.  The man raised an eyebrow and smiled, then explained how to check the times on the files that had been accessed with some of the in-built software.  Paul gave him a tip and the man left.

Once he was alone, Paul checked his files and looked at the times that the files were accessed and this showed that Ann really had been the viewer.  He sat back and decided he needed to think this through.  A friend of his was due around that evening, they had met on the internet and shared certain interests, and he would talk to him and see what he thought Paul should do.  Martin arrived just after tea-time and as Ann was out of the house they had plenty of time to discuss what had happened.  Martin suggested that Paul would need to talk to Ann as if she had seen the files he couldn't afford her speaking about them to just anyone.  He also said that Paul would need an opportunity when she was doing something that he could link to the event, but neither of them expected that to come so soon.

Paul had let Ann have a late supper in her bedroom that evening, and he was just tidying up before going to bed when he remembered, so he quietly slipped into Ann's room to pick up the tray and that was when he noticed the printouts on the floor and bed.  He left the room quietly and went back downstairs to ask Martin what he thought.  Martin suggested that Paul collected the pictures and they could talk to her in the morning and confront her with the evidence, so Paul went back upstairs and carefully picked up all the pictures and then slipped out.  When Ann woke up in the morning she noticed that the tray had gone, and then in panic looked for the cartoons, but they were gone!  What could she do, she was in for it now, her dad would kill her, and she had betrayed his trust.  She decided that she would apologise straight away when she went downstairs as Paul's friend Martin was down there, and she was sure that her dad wouldn't want to discuss the details in front of him.  How wrong could she be...?

Martin and her dad were sat down in the kitchen having breakfast when a very sheepish Ann walked in; she smiled at Martin and then put her arm around her dad's neck and said she had something to tell him.  He looked at her and said he knew.  As she sat down he placed a pile of pictures in front of Ann, her eyes popped open and she looked at her dad and his friend, "Well!" he said.  Ann looked at him and said she was sorry she hadn't meant to look at his files, and she was sorry she had betrayed his trust, and she wouldn't do it again.  Her eyes were close to crying but she was holding back the tears.  Her dad actually felt proud of her at that moment, he reached out to her and drew her to him, and said it was okay, he forgave her, but they needed to talk about what she had found.  She nodded and sat back in her chair.  Paul explained that men had desires and fantasies just like children had dreams and fantasy friends, but that some of them were rather unusual.  Lots of men liked the thoughts of eating people, some fancied eating women, others men, and some the thought of children, who were called Hairless Goats.

Ann listened intently as her dad explained everything, and then asked him if he really wanted to eat a woman like in the magazines.  Her dad looked uncomfortable he was about to say no, when Martin interjected and said that he would, if something became available.  Paul glared at him and told Ann that he might if the circumstances were right.  Ann looked at him and asked whether like a Dolcett girl, or something younger as in his story about her!  Paul hadn't realised that she had read that story, and he was lost for words.  Martin took her hand and asked her what she thought of the stories?  She paused and explained that she was confused, part of her felt it was wrong, but she liked the thought of it, and the she admitted that since she had read the stories she had been both daydreaming about it and also dreaming about it at night.  The more she thought about it the more it sort of appealed to her.  This really shook Paul, and it surprised Martin as well, though they both hid their feelings.  

Ann looked at her dad and said she was sorry what she had done, and she wouldn't tell anyone what she had found, she promised.  Her dad leant over and kissed her on the forehead and he thanked her.  He was about to stand up when Ann asked again which he would prefer, a Dolcett girl or her, Paul sat back down again and took a deep breath, how was he to answer that one.  Martin came to his rescue by saying that both would be great, but it was liking comparing roast pork to veal, both were absolutely delightful at the right time, and he would love to try both, and he suspected his father would too.  Ann looked at Martin and smiling asked him "so what bit of me would you like to eat?" Martin laughed and looked at her, and said, he didn't know, as he hadn't had a chance to look at the meat!  

She stood up from the table and slipped out of her nightdress revealing her slim and trim body to both men's gaze.  Martin pulled her closer to him and removed her glasses and then slowly turned her round looking her up and down, eyes lingering on her thighs and butt. Paul watched the two of them and couldn't believe what he was seeing.  He hadn't seen his daughter in the buff for some time, and certainly not this close.  Ann turned to her dad and asked what he would eat.  He moved to her and gently ran his hands over her firm belly and hips and left them on her butt.  He laughed quietly and then leaning to her he said "Everything princess, I would eat every little bit of you!"  She giggled and then put her glasses on.  Then moving to her nightdress she slipped it back on.  "Can I have the pictures back please daddy? I'd like to read them some more!" Paul felt a little nervous about having the pictures about but gave them to her anyway.

The next couple of weeks were pretty uneventful, and life passed on much as it had before.  Then one afternoon Paul was sitting with Martin while Ann was browsing the web, when unexpectedly Ann started to ask questions about hairless goat!  She came over and sat next to them Paul asked why the interest? Ann explained that she had been reading a website where they were talking about how much hairless goat was worth.  Martin explained that there were lots of these sites and some were genuine, and there were lots of people out there who would pay for the privilege.  In fact he knew of some people who would pay for that privilege.  Ann asked how much would they pay, Martin shrugged and said it depended on the meat and the event.  There were people who would come just to watch, and there were others who would want to eat the meat.  Ann appeared to think on this for a while, and then she asked, "How much would you get for me?" 

There was silence for a while and then Martin said "Well we could charge a hundred bucks each to come and watch, and then more for those who wanted to eat you."  She continued "But how much?"  Martin pulled her towards him, and looking at her more closely he continued, "Well about a hundred bucks for each calf fillet, and we'd probably get another hundred bucks for each thigh roast, and I reckon we could get three out of each thigh.  A couple of hundred for each rump steak and of course your sweet little pussy. A hundred or so for your belly and we can probably get a hundred for each rack of ribs and maybe the same again for each shoulder joint and your arms.  Then another couple of hundred for your liver and kidneys.  So about $2,500 for your sweet bod, and if there were ten people watching that means we could probably get about $3,500 for you."  She went quiet for a few moments, and then said, "But how much if I was spitted?" Martin pondered and said "probably about the same if you cleaned and gutted first, probably get closer to $5,000 if you were spitted a la Dolcett!"  Paul looked at his friend his face aghast.  "You can't seriously be suggesting that we spit her alive?"  Martin turned to his friend, "Calm down Paul I didn't suggest it, Ann did, didn't you sweetheart?"  Ann looked at her dad and nodded vigorously and added "you could probably get twice that if you videoed it and put it on the web as well!"  This time both men turned to Ann shocked at what she had said.

"Look dad, you know you need the money, and you would just love to get your teeth into my butt, I know, you said that in your story about me."  It would be nice to be the centre of attention for a while and if it would help out I'd be willing.  But you have to promise me that you won't do it for less than six thousand bucks!  If you can get pledges to that level you can cook me!"  Paul looked at his daughter and then back to his friend, you could see by the look on Martin's face that he was well into this idea.  "I don't know princess, let me think about it, okay" Ann looked at her dad and said "okay dad, just let me know when!" she looked at Martin and winked.  Paul was confused and in turmoil, how could he even consider killing his daughter, let alone eating her, but the more he thought about it the more it began to appeal to him.

Martin sat down with his friend, and told him that he could probably do all the arranging if Paul didn't feel up to it.  Paul looked at him and asked what he had in mind.  Martin who had been thinking through the options and issues then outlined what he had in mind.  He knew a man who had arranged several BBQs in the past and he was sure that he could arrange this one.  He had a large house out in the country where the party could be held and it often hosted charity and other functions.  He also knew that the man had access to a number of wealthy people who would pay good bucks for an event like this; he could go and talk to him if Paul wanted.  Paul considered the offer, and then made his decision.  If the man would come out and visit them and explain what he could do and how he would do it and this met both his and Ann's criteria he would go ahead. Martin smiled, then excusing himself popped out to make a call on his mobile.  He returned a few minutes later and said that his contact was on his way and would be arriving in about half an hour.  

Paul asked Martin about the man who was coming, but he wouldn't say anything apart from saying that the man would explain it all.  It was actually about 40 minutes before they heard a car pull up outside the house.  Paul took a deep breath and then went to the door, opening it he was surprised to see a face that he instantly recognised as being the mayor of the nearby town.  He gestured for Mayor Jackson and his assistant to enter.  After sitting down Paul furnished his new guests with drinks and Martin did the introductions.  Alan Jackson's assistant was actually his younger brother Colin, and together they explained that they had had quite a bit of experience in doing this sort of thing and had arranged several well attended parties.  They asked about the meat for the feast and Paul explained it was his daughter Ann; they didn't look too surprised and asked roughly how much she weighed so that they could estimate how many people to invite.  Paul said that he could call her down so they could have a look at her if they wanted.  Colin Jackson raised an eyebrow at this, and asked how Paul would keep the truth of what was going to happen from her.  Paul looked at him and said, "oh she knows, she suggested it!" He then called Ann down from her bedroom.

The Jackson's looked at each other, this was unusual, normally the meat was either unwilling or didn't know what was going on.  Ann entered the room wearing her nightshirt, and looked at the two men sat opposite her dad.  She thought she recognised one of them, but couldn't put a name to the face.  Paul explained that these two gentlemen were here to organize the party if she still wanted to go through with it.  Her eyes opened wide and a big beaming smile split her face and she ran to Paul and through her arms around his neck and kissing him said "Oh Daddy thanks!"  She then turned to the Jacksons, and asked what they wanted her to do; Martin interrupted and suggested that they would need to check out the meat.  She looked at him and then slipped her nightshirt off and moved over to the two men.  Colin Jackson took the lead and pulled her towards him and started to examine her flesh feeling how thick the flesh and muscle was concentrating on her arms first, then her shoulders, and ribs.  Her small pert breasts nipples and firm belly were checked out next, and all the time he was telling his brother what he was finding and his brother was jotting them down in his notebook.  He bent her over his knees and checked out her butt and pussy, then moved down looking at her thighs, then calves and finally her feet.  

Once this was done he let her stand up again and turned to Paul.  "Well this is really one fine young Hairless Goat you have here Paul, she will make a fine party piece.  How is she to be prepared? Have you decided?"  Paul looked at Ann and told him that this was really up to Ann, but she seemed to want to be spitted a la Dolcett!  Alan Jackson looked up from his notebook and said "Really! Spitted, what alive or dead?"  Ann then interrupted "Live silly, just like in the books!"  He looked surprised and turned to Paul, and asked whether she knew what she was saying.  Paul nodded and confirmed that she did and looking at Ann could see that she was looking annoyed at being doubted.  Alan Jackson noticed this and apologised to Ann, and said how pleased he was that she had made that decision.  Paul looked at his guests and asked what they proposed.  

Colin Jackson looked up and said that he felt they had a couple of options, one was that they could have an auction with the guests at the party all bidding for prime cuts of meat, this would be potentially lucrative and would lead to quite a substantial amount of money being raised.  They would expect to take about 15% of all money as payment for organising the feast.  The alternative option would be for the two brothers to pay an amount for Ann outright, and then charge all the guests a fixed amount for attending the feast.  He would let Alan say how much that would be, once he had finished calculating it.  There would also be the option of E-rights, if they were to record it, they could broadcast live on the net, but this was risky and the returns couldn't be guaranteed, or they could make it into a DVD and sell this to their subscribers.  This would probably bring the best return.  He looked towards Alan who had finished his calculations.  

"Well Paul, Ann, I have calculated what I think Ann would fetch if we did a full Dolcett roast over say thanksgiving, I think we could get some high rollers in for that, but there would be no going back, once the contract was signed that is it, we go ahead whatever you say."  Ann started to protest that she wouldn't change her mind but Alan continued, "If you were happy with that I would be prepared to pay forty grand and 30% of the Video or DVD rights!"  Even Ann went quiet at this, Paul was lost for words, it was more than he had expected, or imagined.  Alan took the silence as a bargaining ploy and so he said "Okay, you drive a hard bargain, fifty grand and 40% of the rights how is that?"  Ann looked at her dad and Martin, and added "only if dad and Martin can join in the meal!"  Alan smiled, and confirmed that this was perfectly acceptable.  He would have a contract drawn up and delivered to them in a few days.  Thanksgiving was only about four weeks away and they would need to get things moving very quickly if they were to get all the right people there.

The next few weeks passed very quickly, Paul took Ann away for a short holiday where she was able to really enjoy herself.  He took great care that she didn't do anything to hurt herself, (or damage the meat as Alan Jackson had said).  Martin popped in on the odd occasion and checked out how his friend and daughter were getting on.  He was really pleased that she was still so upbeat about it all, and he brought her some more Dolcett stories for her to colour, something she enjoyed doing.  They all visited the mansion where the feast was to be held and saw all the preparations that were underway.  Alan Jackson explained that they had had quite a few people buying tickets for the festivities; there was no price on the tickets, so it was hard for Paul and Martin to know how much money the Jackson brothers would be making.  Judging by their relaxed attitude it was assumed that they were not making a loss.  Ann spent some time looking at the spitting equipment and she thought it was really cool; she was getting more excited by the day.  Alan and Colin watched her reactions very carefully as they had a lot riding on this particular feast day, and they didn't want the main participant chickening out on them.

Thanksgiving arrived and the weather was absolutely perfect, the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky, Paul, Ann and Martin arrived early in the morning, and were preparing themselves for what was to follow.  They watched as some of the guests arrived, there were a mix of cars, from Rolls Royce and Ferraris to ordinary SUVs.  Ann was watching to se if she recognised anyone.  Colin Jackson popped in to see how they were getting on and pointed out a few of the more special guests, there was a rock star, a senator and a couple of actors as well.  Ann felt even more special and was visibly getting excited.  Colin continued and said that some of the guests were keen to meet their special meal, if she felt up to it?  Her face was beaming as she jumped up and said "Oh Yes please!"  And then taking his hand she let him lead her out to the marquee that had been erected behind the spit.  There were about a dozen people there when they arrived, and Ann was surprised that there were nearly as many women as men there.  Colin whispered to her and Ann slipped out of her clothes and climbed naked onto a large pedestal and knelt down as she had been told.  

The guests came over and surrounded her, and one of the elder women reached out and started feeling her flesh, Ann giggled as it tickled.  A large man came over and she recognised the headmaster of her school, but he didn't seem to recognise her as he felt the young flesh.  Paul and Martin arrived and watched as the guests examined Ann, and then they started talking to some who expressed their appreciation at what was being offered up for their delectation.  Several of them had been to feasts like this before, but this was the first live spitting they had had the chance to attend, and they couldn't believe just how lucky they were to have such a tasty young lady as Ann being served up for them.

Colin announced that it was nearly time for things to get underway and suggested that everyone should get ready, Paul noticed that he had a large video camera around his neck, and realised that it was he who would be recording the events.  The guests moved away from Ann to let Alan move closer, he was wearing a large butcher's apron and carried the main spit; there was a small round of applause as he moved next to Ann.  Ann who was still kneeling on the pedestal looked around her at the people looking at her and her eyes stopped at her dad who was beaming nervously at her.  She gave him a smile and a thumbs up and looked at the spit.  Alan reached over to her and took her by the hand and led her to the spitting table, helping her get up he left her on all fours and went back and collected the spit.  The table had been designed to make spitting easy and was contoured to keep the line between her arse and mouth as straight as possible and to avoid the major organs.  Alan had already told Paul and Ann that there was only a 20% chance that the spit would go through without doing some major organ damage, but Ann hadn't cared.  

Alan gently manoeuvred Ann's body around until she was crouched on the table, her butt in the air, her forearms resting on the table with her head resting on them and tilted upwards.  He then shaved her head so that her hair wouldn't burn, there was no other hair for him to worry about, so Alan loaded the spit into its cradle and greased the point with butter, and then dipping his fingers into the butter pot again he moved to Ann and lubricated her pussy, she tensed a little and then relaxed as she realised it was only fingers.  He slowly worked first one finger in, and then another one, gently stretching her opening.  Then when he thought she was ready he moved the cradle closer to Ann and lined it up carefully.  He beckoned for Paul to come forward, and as rehearsed he came and moved behind Ann, and then helped Alan slowly insert the tip of the spit into her sweet little pussy, she gasped a little and then waited as the two men slowly worked the perforated titanium rod into her young body.  Slowly it penetrated deeper and deeper, it seemed to Ann that it was burning inside her, but she wouldn't cry out, she had told her dad that she wouldn't.  

Alan told Paul that it had gone as far as it could without puncturing her, Paul stroked his daughters head and spoke reassuringly to her, and then as she relaxed a little, Alan pushed hard, the spit met resistance for a moment and then slid in quicker than he had expected, she gasped and then vomited a little as the spit reached her stomach and forced some of its contents out.  Paul had been prepared for this and washed her face and sprayed some water into her mouth.  He had just moved his hand away, when Alan pushed once more, and the tip of the spit came through between her lips and out of her mouth and the guests cheered as one.  They quickly detached the tip from the tube and pushed the spit through more fully until about three feet was exposed at her head end and slightly more the other end.  Martin came over and helped Paul and Alan lift Ann off the table, she was wriggling a little, and it was Martin's job to keep her as still as possible so that there would be no damage inside her.

She was put onto the roasting machine and Alan plugged the spit into the oxygen supply and turned it on.  They fitted two collars with large barbed spikes on to the poles, one each end and then forced first her wrists, and then her ankles onto them to hold her still and enable her to be turned.  The roaster was turned on and she began to rotate slowly, there was a gentle roar as the gas jets lit up and the heat started to build.  Several of the guests had paid extra for the privilege of basting the meat, and Paul stood back as they started to baste his daughters body with the barbecue baste that had been prepared.  The heat was still fairly low and he watched as Ann still fully conscious turned slowly and started to turn a brighter shade of pink.  He could see from her eyes that she was still alert and he whispered to her that he loved her so very much.  She blinked and he knew that she was trying to say the same.

One man who apparently was a rock star carefully basted her budding breasts teasing her nipples with the brush as he did so.  Paul looked at Alan and wondered when it would be time to gut her, but Alan showed no sign of being ready to do that.  Ann turned slowly on the spit for a further five minutes and then Paul watched as Ann's eyes closed for the last time.  Alan turned the roaster down, and then swung the pole around over a metal bath, her belly was exposed and then Alan took a sharp boning knife and slit it from sternum through to her pubis, a lot of her guts cascaded out and Alan quickly cut them out and made sure that there was no spillage.  Taking a hose he washed out the orifice which still had heart lungs, liver and kidneys in, and then he added some stuffing before sewing the belly up.  Ann was returned to the roaster and it was turned back up and her body began to roast in earnest.  After a while there was a delightful aroma of roasting longpig, and Ann continued to turn and cook.  

While she was cooking, people went back into the marquee and started to drink the complimentary champagne; Paul kept looking at Ann, and was beginning to feel very hungry.  He joined the others and was surprised to see video playing showing previous barbecues and he watched in fascination as whole bodies, and parts of bodies were roasted.  Virtually all of the bodies were those of adults or late teens, there were none as young as Ann, many of them were male too.  After a couple of hours he went outside and visited Ann, she was golden brown and looked very crispy while he was there the headmaster joined him and taking a sharp skewer pushed it into her thigh, the juices that ran out were still slightly pink, he shrugged and said "Need another hour I reckon" Paul looked at his young girl and in all reality he didn't see Ann, but just a very tasty piece of meat.  He took the skewer and pressed it into one of her breasts and the juices that ran out were clear, some of her was ready to eat already, he was tempted to take a slice but then realised that Martin had arrived beside him.  

They watched her turning slowly and Martin asked what he wanted to eat, Paul remembering his answer to Ann smiled and said, "Everything!"  And then continued, "Or little slices of all of her."  Martin smiled and looking at her butt, said he knew what he wanted.  They returned back to the marquee and had a few canapés to keep hunger at bay.  About forty minutes later Alan came back in and said "Dinner is served!"  The marquee emptied very quickly, a couple of the men lifted the spit from the roaster and carried it to the main serving table and lay Ann down on her belly.  Alan then called Paul and Martin forward, and said "Ladies and Gentlemen, can we show our appreciation to Paul and his friend Martin who have delivered this meal to our table today, and as is our custom to the deliverer goes the first slice."  

There was a round of applause as Paul picked up the carving knife and fork.  He moved over to Ann and then stabbed the fork down firmly into her left buttock and started carving.  The juices were clear, and her flesh only light pink.  A large piece of crackling fell off, and without thinking he reached down and popped it into his mouth.  There was a cheer from several of the guests and a gasp from some of the women.  He stopped and looked at the assembled guests, "Delicious, absolutely delicious" he said as he put some of the rump onto Martin's plate.  He then sliced some off for himself, one piece of rump, and then he moved along her body and sliced off one of her budding breasts, the senator cursed under his breath, but his wife told him there was still one left!  This brought out hoots of merriment from the remaining guests.  Alan and Colin as hosts then sliced some meat of as well and joined Paul and Martin on a table and savoured the flavour of Ann's sweet flesh.  

Paul went back to Ann's carcass several more times and tried different cuts of meat out, including her filet, he had expected this to be too burnt as it surrounded the spit, but it was delicious.  Martin had more rump meat, and her ring, which he said was very tasty.   Paul couldn't believe just how quickly Ann was turned into a skeleton only her lungs were left lying in the middle of her rib cage, but her heart, liver and kidneys had long since gone.  Martin noticed that some of the guests were taking home doggy bags, and he commented that he really hoped that they weren't going to feed doggies as that would be a helluva waste.  Later that evening Paul sat in Alan's library with a glass of Napoleon brandy and was talking to Alan and Martin about which parts he enjoyed the most, he laughed as he said that he had kept his promise to his princess and eaten all of her, or parts from all of her.  

Alan smiled and lit a large cigar, "and now I shall honour my promise to you," he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope, and passing it to Paul continued "here is the money for your delightful daughter; you will find that I have added a small bonus as we received even more money than even I imagined."  Paul opened it and saw that it was a cheque for $60,000, he couldn't believe it, but he wasn't going to protest.  Then as he was about to put it in his pocket he noticed another piece of paper behind it.  He took it out, it was folded into two.  He unfolded it and read it; a smile crossed his face as it was an invite to Alan and Colin's Xmas feast where special turkey would be served.  Alan smiled and said he had given Martin an invite too, and Paul didn't need to see Martin's face to know that his buddy had already accepted.

