One could say it has been a strange day for Cassie Thrower. She and nine other women have been in the Dolcett ‘Prime Meat’ contest and have been broadcast worldwide naked on
Crux Chronicle TV as their bodies were judged as to who would be the human cow of 2053. Cassie won the contest but the grand prize is being spitted and placed over the fire to be roasted to death as she is cooked.
She has seen the top runners-up, including her friend Karen, hanged to death before her so that they are not barbequed alive. And then the staff member tells her “Now let’s get you to the display room.” Cassie is somewhat hesitant to go into the display room. It is not the thought of having a spit shoved through her body but that it will be shown live on
CCTV.
Cassie looks back at her escort and asks “Must I be nude when I go in there?”
“I’ve never seen a prime meat woman get skewered and barbequed wear any clothes” he replies.
He points Cassie into the display room where she is met by an equally nude woman. Cassie asks if the woman is going to put the spit through her. The woman laughs “No, silly, we have professionals to do that! And you might be comforted to know they have never lost a cow when she is spitted! Now have a seat.”
Cassie sits down an wonders what it will feel like having a metal pole shoved in her ass and through her body.
A much better dressed woman walks in and checks her folder. She glances up at Cassie and says “Congratulations, Ms. Thrower, for being selected Dolcett Barbecue’s ‘Prime Meat’ cow of the year. Please go in the adjoining room.”
Cassie steps into the room and is surprised to see a horde of people outside the window. She covers herself and turns away from the window.
“I wasn’t excepting a crowd out there” she exclaims.
Don’t be shy. They have come to see you barbequed. What else did you expect from a place called the display room. Slowly Cassie turns to face the crowd.
She turns to look at the woman when she is told that they seem to approve of her selection. She woman admonishes Cassie saying “They paid good money to see you! Turn around and show them your face!”
As Cassie turns to face the crowd outside, a staff member walks in carrying the spit that she will be mounted on and barbequed riding it. Forgetting the watching crowd, Cassie turns to the man, cups her breasts, and says “I’ve got to know. Are these what won the contest?”
With professional indifference, he cups one of Cassie’s breasts, jabs it with a probe, and calmly says “They are fine tits that certainly didn’t hurt your judging!”
“Now hop up on the table. It is time to skewer you.”
Cassie dutifully climbs onto the table. Kneeling, she asks “Is this OK? I’ve never seen this done before.”
He grabs the spit and says “I usually bind my women before I spit them…”