Disclaimer: This story is of course fictional.

I was sitting naked in the garden with my also naked best friend Carla chatting away about general stuff. We were enjoying the sun on our naked skins zipping white wine. “How is your oldest daughter?” she asked. “We cooked her yesterday.” I said while I pointed to the pile of bones in the corner of the garden. “Oh my, her number came up?” she asked. “No, she wanted to be cooked herself. So we asked permission to cook her alive our self. I had the privilege to have her cunt steak. She tasted so good!” I replied. “Can you tell me how it went? I want to know because my number came up. I have to report to the butcher tomorrow to be slaughtered.” My eyes got big from excitement. “Oooh, lucky you, you go before me. I can’t wait myself to be slaughtered!” I replied with a smile. I’ll tell you the details later, first the story of your daughter’s demise.

Denise’s last birthday

We sat at the dinner table. My three daughters and I all naked and my two sons and husband fully dressed. I just swallowed the nipple from a delicious tit steak when Denise, my eldest, opened her mouth. “Mom, dad. I will be 19 next week and I want to have a BBQ birthday party for our friends and family with me as the main course.” It took a few seconds before this request sank in. “You want to be slaughtered on your birthday?” my hubby asked. Denise nodded. “Yes dad, I want to be slow roasted alive.” She added. “What a wonderful idea Denise. I’m sure you will taste yummy. But you do realize that roasting alive means you have to be whipped and raped to tenderize your meat?” My husband said. “I do dad, bring in the men in the morning, rape and whip me and spit me. Put me above the fire around noon and slow roast me to perfection so I will be ready to eat at 7pm.” She said with excited eyes. “hmm, seems you have it all figured out huh? Okay, I will ask permission at the butcher to get you off the list and roast you ourselves.”

The next day my hubby got back from the butcher with the release form. We had permission to slaughter our oldest daughter. Then the planning for the party started. I needed to invite the whole family, friends and neighbors for the party and I only had just a few days for it. Pity my best friend Carla was on vacation. But anyway, I needed to get this going. I send out all the invitations, order the coals, get the spit ready and make the appointment for the butcher to come to the house at 11:30 am to spit her. The evening before her BBQ we shaved her body hair, marinated her, tied her up and locked her naked in the cage for the night. The next morning we all woke up early because the guests would be arriving at 8 am. I started to get the fire going while my hubby tied Denise in the rack to be whipped. Her beautiful young body all stretched and her legs wide. He put the whips on the table next to her and waited for the guests to arrive.

The guests arrived all at virtually the same time and in no time the garden was full of people. The whipping started at 8:30. Four men, among them my hubby, took their positions around the meat and started lashing at it. The meat screamed in pain with every blow. The skin quickly got covered in deep red welds. “Be careful not to break the skin gentleman. Otherwise the moist will damp out as it roasts. The meat’s body spasmed with every hard blow. After 30 minutes of whipping the meat was taken down and bowed over a table. My hubby traditional had the honor to rape his meat daughter first. The people cheered when he fucked her hard and creamed her cunt. All the men followed and filled the meat’s ass, cunt and stomach with hot seed and then the meat was ready for the cutting table. Me as the mother had the honor to cut the tits off. The meat on its back I clamped the nipples and attached the string to the rack above her so that the tits were nicely stretched. The meat had grade A cup D tits. They would make a lovely meal. I took the carving knife, which was red hot from the fire, and placed it above her right tit. “Here you go Denise, you’re getting butchered.” She nodded. “I hope it will hurt so bad mommy.” I smiled at her and pushed the knife in her tit. I cut through it and it detached from her body. I held her tit op high to show it while hubby burned the wound close with a gas burner. The people cheered when they saw the tit of the meat. I heated the knife up again and cut the other tit off. On a smaller BBQ the tits were roasted as an appetizer.

The butcher walked in right on time to cut the limbs off the meat and spit the torso. He tied the meat stretched out over the table and got his ax. He swung it high in the air and with one hard blow he got halfway the meats leg. The meat screamed in horror and the people cheered. He swung again and this time he got the left leg off. My hubby burned the wound close to prevent the meat from dying. The leg was put on a spit and he moved to the right leg. “Does it hurt good honey?” I asked her. With a trembling voice she replied: “Yes mommy.” I moved my cunt above her face and told her to lick my pussy.  It took the butcher 4 blows to get the right leg off. The screams of the meat where horrible. It was put on the second spit and the butcher moved to her arms. Those were easy and by the time he cut her last arm off I exploded in orgasm in my daughter’s mouth. Both the arms were put on the two last limb spits and placed above the fire for the second course.

The butcher pushed the body spit in my daughter’s cunt and pushed it through. He was very careful not the hit any vital organs and not long after the spit appeared from her mouth. She looked at me when her body was placed over the fire. Her eyes got big when she felt the intense heat. She could not scream because her vocal cords were blocked by the spit as her torso turned over the hot coals. My hubby was horny again and fucked me from behind while I watched our daughter’s torso being cooked over the fire. He cummed inside me and then other men also fucked me while I saw my daughter die slowly.

After many hours it was 7:30 pm, the meat was golden brown and needed just a little more roasting when we all got a small piece of tit meat. The fine taste of young tit meat filled my mouth. It was followed by the second course. The leg and arm meat. While we ate the second course the torso was taken from the fire and carved up. Now I only had two daughters left. After the lovely main dish we danced and sang to celebrate my daughter’s birthday and her demise.