The Bauer Family Vacation
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Rose stood as close to the bow of the ferry as she was allowed, watching the vessel's forward face cut through the waters so delicately. The boat's meticulously clean surfaces were a welcome break from the dirty streets of the city. Not that her wealthy family spent much time on the ground rather than in their luxury skyscraper suite. Still, the drive to the ferry had taken them through said littered roads, and it was nice to see that the captain and crew here took their job seriously. She didn't think she would have been able to stand a three hour trip in a dirty boat.
 
 
Rose was a tall, statuesque yet curvaceously figured woman, who's long, blonde hair blew gracefully in the wind. Her green eyes were the type to command attention whenever she spoke, even despite the pair of melons beneath them. At forty-one, her skin still glowed with a youthful radiance that some women ten years her junior would be jealous of, with only the mildest of crow's feet to give away her age. She was every bit the trophy wife a well established lawyer like her husband, Michael, could ever hope for.
 
 
Michael too seemed to defy the decades with his boyish charm, or at least he would have, if not for the noticeable sprinkling of salt in his otherwise black hair. Still, rather than age him, that grey instead seemed to mark him as a professional. At thirty-eight, he'd been around the block enough times to be able to read a case intuitively, and pick his victories. Anyone could see the light in his brown eyes when he'd found a good one.
 
 
Their son and, youngest child at eighteen, Hunter, was practically a mirror image of his father at that age. With dark hair, an exercised body, and sharp features, he was an absolute heartthrob for girls his age.
 
 
That was, naturally, with the exception of his twenty year old sister Sierra, who found his playfulness grating on her patience. Sierra was a slim thing, with only minor buds at her chest to speak of. Something she lamented every day considering how blessed her mother was. At the very least she did have wide hips that gave her a figure of her own. Her dirty-blonde hair and equally dark eyes were more calming and approachable than the features her mother boasted, which gave her a more friendly aura, especially when pulled into a childish ponytail, as her locks currently were.
 
 
The family had opted for a vacation this winter in the tropical resort of Andure, an emerald gem of an island, some distance southeast of their city, which would be hosting a grand Cultivation Day celebration very soon. The local holiday was purportedly celebrated with an absolutely obscene amount of alcohol, games, and mouthwatering food that would supposedly ruin all of the above for anyone returning to the regular world afterwards. Nothing would ever be quite as satisfying. The wait had been agonizing for all of them, but would be well worth it, if the brochures and cost were to be believed. When Rose finally spotted a fuzzy, but verdant mess of trees on the horizon, she could barely contain her excitement.
 
 
“Sierra! Sierra get over here!” She practically shook the girl clean out of her chair after running over to get her. “There it is! Do you see it?”
 
 
Sierra’s felt like she’d get both mood and literal whiplash from the way her mother got her attention. Why was Rose always so intense like this? Shakily, she pulled herself off of the seat and followed the woman over to the railing
 
 
“Yeah mom. There’s… What we always knew was gonna be there sooner or later.” replied the girl grumpily. Sierra didn’t hate her mother, but it was hard not to be envious of her, and sometimes the way she had more energy than a pen full of puppies sometimes just… bewildered the girl. “We still got what… half an hour? An hour till we dock? Can’t I just you know… nap a bit?”
 
 
“Ohhhhh. You’re no fun, dear.” Rose gave a hefty pout the girl’s direction, cheeks puffed and lips jutted. “You’re so much like your father that way you know? I can never tell what you two are thinking.”
 
 
“Yeah well… maybe you gotta learn to chill out once in a while then.” Sierra took a deep breath and started on her way back to her chair. “Wake me when we need to get our stuff or something.”
 
 
***
 
 
Fortunately for Rose, Hunter was a good deal more lively a personality than his sibling. Soon enough he and his mother were gushing about their plans for the week. Trading questions about how much the other might have believed the whole… open cannibal resort policy was going to impact their vacation.
 
 
That was the thing about Andure. It was a well known Zanbatwan territory. A getaway for the type of people for whom skydiving and shark swimming were too tame. By and large the whole trip had been Michael’s idea, but Rose was never one to turn away new experiences…
 
 
Soon enough that fuzzy green horizon grew to the size of an entire island, and despite Sierra’s whining, everyone in the family was awake and eager to disboard. The landing was an absolute center of activity, while the family made their way to the hotel to check in. At every other turn was a stall where locals were eyeing up or even straight up inspecting the tourists as though they were an incoming shipment of cattle. It was easy to tell the holidaymakers apart from the poor women who’d been sold and shipped here against their will. A simple smile as they were being felt up was all that was needed. There was no doubt that a sixth of the people here would be on a platter in mere days, and another would have been convinced to give themselves away by the end of the week.
 
 
Rose felt a surge of adrenaline pass over her as she walked, gripping Sierra’s hand tightly all the way. She’d done some studying as to what to expect while here, but the sights and sounds of it all were a far cry from what reading alone could give her. This place was… a pervert’s haven…
 
 
***
 
 
Sierra's face had been red the entire trip to the hotel. Seeing so many people cavort around in the buff was something she'd expected, however she'd vastly overestimated her ability to handle that reality. She'd seen both men and women naked before, but only ever in the security of a locked room. Away from the leering eyes of the public. Here, it was almost as though she were the odd one, still clothed as she was. The girl couldn't help but hunch over defensively as though that would somehow make her invisible in the crowd.
 
 
At the very least most of the patrons inside the building were clothed, counterintuitively enough. Most of the tourists here had either just arrived and hadn't changed their “wardrobe” to fit in, or like her were still far too shy to take the plunge.
 
 
“Can I help you?” The local woman at the front desk spoke with a gorgeous accent that didn't demand attention. Rather, it politely caused attention to gravitate towards it.
 
 
“Yes. We have a reservation. The Bauer family?” Michael pointed out as he slid his card over the desk.
 
 
 “Ah~ Excellent. Please follow our concierge to your room.”
 
 
That… was something Sierra had no issue with. A quick glance to the indicated young man instantly melted the girl's heart.
 
 
The concierge was a jaw-droppingly handsome youth, maybe only a year younger than her. His clean-shaven, dark features were smooth and perfectly contoured in a way that highlighted both his youth, and his maturity. Somehow perfectly balancing at the fulcrum of beauty.
 
 
Sierra found herself hovering as closely behind him as she dared. Her head bounced ideas of how to break the ice with him back against the fear of making a fool of herself in front of him. In the end, the latter won out, as she remained silent through the moment he elegantly waved them into their suite, and left. Though she did feel a twinge of disappointment trickle down her back, she took some solace in the fact that she had an entire week to try again. For now, she should just relax.
 
 
The girl took a deep breath, and walked past each of the four bedrooms in their suite all the way to the window. From here, the old cliche that the people below looked like ants held perfectly true. Seeing them all nude from this height was a bit more palatable, and while Rose proceeded to unpack and set everything up, she fell into a bit of a… hypnotic state while she watched the kinky folk below…
 
 
A small plume of smoke instantly drew her eyes towards a plaza on the beach, where a party of five or so women had gathered around a sixth who was turning on a spit already. Sierra couldn't help but wonder what went through their minds. Was this their first time? Or maybe they were used to it all by now… In the former case it must have been massively intense for them, but in the latter, the casualness of it all carried its own intensity in a different way. Just another friend… now reduced to meat…
 
 
The girl stared, transfixed, for more time than she cared to admit, at the sight. Her mother was right about one thing. This vacation was going to be an absolute rush. One way or another.
 
 
After seeing the doomed meatgirl gradually go from smooth to crispy, Sierra finally managed to shake herself free of the hypnotic sight. Some part of her felt guilty at how she'd been able to consider the end of someone's life with such… callousness, as long as she was far enough removed from it… literally. Maybe seeing that hunk of a boy had put her in a little too good a mood, and she reminded herself to scold herself later for it.
 
 
***
 
 
Said mother, meanwhile, had fussed over how best to arrange all the luggage long enough. While her husband and son decompressed from the trip with their phones in their rooms, and her daughter zonked out at the window, Rose decided this was the perfect time to experience some of the local color.
 
 
The woman silently made her way to the door, letting her hand daintily grip the lever before something stopped her. Was it fear? No of course not. Some part of her felt out of place doing this. She could have just sauntered out, but that almost seemed… disrespectful. Instead, after a bit of contemplation and…libido tickling, she elected on leaving the suite entirely in the buff~ As it seemed was expected of tourists here…
 
 
With her designer clothes draped and folded fully over a nearby desk minutes later, Rose cheerfully stepped out into the wild, vulnerable and… all the more excited because of it.
 
 
After a moment of deliberation, the woman decided to make her way to the pool's indoor pool first, rather openly enjoying all the looks her well cared-for body earned along the way. The elevator ride up to the right floor gave her a rush in particular. Every time the doors opened she felt a fearfully pleasurable tingle between her legs, not knowing who or… what type of people would be there on the other side. What if some lunatic set eyes on her and decided to take her for his own? The thought by itself was almost enough to make her orgasm. This was why she wanted to come here. The sheer danger of it all…
 
 
Finally, the elevator opened to the scent of chlorine and sunscreen, and Rose stepped into the shimmering, reflective light of the figure-eight shaped pool. Both to her joy and disappointment, only two other patrons here were “dressed” as she was. Perhaps most people viewed the pool here as being more tame than the beaches. At the very least, that meant there were fewer people to steal her thunder here.
 
 
As bold as a tigress, she walked over to dip her toes into the pool, smiling gamily at all the people looking in her direction. There were definitely worse ways for a sexually active, mature thing such as herself to spend her time…
 
 
The pool was perfectly heated, allowing Rose to sink in without a moment's hesitation until her hair began to bob near the surface. The warm water brought to mind visions of a giant stewpot that stirred a little something deep in her loins. Undoubtedly she wasn't the first to come to that analogy, but she did have the benefit of being “one of the brave ones” in that she furthered the fantasy for others by being unapologetically nude at the moment.
 
 
Moments later she began gently wading deeper into the pool, letting the shifting surface and complex tile design refract her image just enough to tease all of the other swimmers. If they wanted to see her fully, they would need to join her. Closer, under the transparent blanket.
 
 
That… took some time, or at least what felt like an obscene amount of time for the attention hungry woman. In truth it was only some two minutes before many of those on the sidelines suddenly felt happy to dive back in. This of course only empowered Rose to be a little more… ostentatious with her movements.
 
 
She began with a simple dive, down to the deepest point she could find, before somersaulting against the floor and darting back up. Faster and faster until she broke the surface with just enough speed to bare herself all the way to her naval above the water. What comes up, must come down of course, and seconds later her breasts were slapping the surface with a satisfying splash, giving the less bold swimmers one final taunt as to what they were missing.
 
 
Rose's dance continued for a solid five more minutes until she decided to rest for a time. By the end of the display, most of the men and a few of the women as well, had abandoned all pretense of aloofness, and were openly watching the woman make an object of herself. One young man in particular however, had the courage to approach and speak to her directly.
 
 
“You're quite the swan of the lake, aren't you?” asked the ruddy lad confidently.
 
 
Rose smiled. “I've had time to play around in the water before… Learned some things…”
 
 
“You put most of the people here to shame. Not that they really seem to mind…” The boy slowly treaded his way to the. pools's edge. “Coming here all alone. You might give some hungry folk the wrong ideas, you know.” With that, a mildly predatory grin broke his lips. “Or the right ones…”
 
 
Rose couldn't help but smile back. “If I'm a swan… are you implying that you yourself are a hunter, young man?”
 
 
“Just a fun loving guy.” he insisted, raising one hand up politely. “If I were a hunter, I would be the type that doesn't poach, anyway.” He then indicated towards the ring on her hand.
 
 
Rose gave a coy smile. “So sweet… I suppose my husband would be a bit disappointed if I disappeared… at least without him being present.” She chuckled, then girlishly shoved the lad at the shoulder. “But who knows? If you stick around long enough he might share a piece~” With that, she gently pushed away, back into the deeper waters. Some part of her felt bad for wasting her first evening in the safety of a hotel pool, but she still had plenty of time here to be more bold later. Maybe she could even do so with her family. Shake Sierra out of that little shy shell she’d built around herself, and at the very least she managed to meet a sweet stud this evening. It wasn’t all bad at all…
 
 
***
 
 
That night, Rose returned home still smelling of clean pool water, still utterly free of cloth. At any other resort… with any other, less fringe philosophied of a husband, she might have felt guilty. He might have felt cheated. Michael however, took one glance at his… open… wife, and let the beast of kinky imagination utterly take over. Sierra and Hunter found it difficult to fall asleep to the sounds of mattress bouncing and playful accusation all through the night. Both were equally as disturbed as they were frustratingly stimulated… Was this going to be the way their entire vacation went? Surely they could find a little peace while here, couldn’t they?
 
 
If the suite hadn’t been a luxury one with multiple rooms for everyone to rest in, the family might have been woken up by the bright, tropical sun that peered even through the curtains of the main room. The sound of local, colorful birds chirping and squawking however, did the job regardless. Rose was the first to be up, perusing the hotel’s breakfast menu, and Hunter was soon to follow. Michael and Sierra managed to sleep in more than them somehow, despite the animals’ insistence. Only when the sweet smell of syrup over freshly made waffles, and the savory scent of freshly made bacon and sausage of… uncertain origin, met their noses did they finally pull the covers aside to join their family
 
 
Michaels confident voice was the first to break into the living room where the others ate. “Is that… a poor man’s breakfast I smell?” he asked jokingly. “Something exotic from the same old stuff we eat back home~” he then added with approval in his tone. “Can’t complain~”
 
 
“Nothing wrong with living ‘simply’ now and again.” was Rose’s response.
 
 
Sierra meanwhile, remained quiet for the time being. On instinct she grabbed a piece of bacon without thinking, and popped it into her mouth before she actually considered what it likely actually was. Only when it’s distinct, almost slightly beefy taste hit her tongue, did she actually consider that it was probably sourced from local “cattle”. Still, she couldn’t deny that it was absolutely delicious, before tentatively forking a piece of sausage next…
 
 
Immediately, the girl was beset with a flavor combination that changed what she thought a sausage could be. Typically a sausage relied on heavy seasoning to carry its taste, and while this one was indeed generously spiced, it wasn't overwhelming the taste of the meat itself. Instead, that meat provided a distinct umami foundation on which the salts and other flavors could build. It was… positively entrancing, to say the least.
 
 
One sausage quickly became two, and then three. Only when the plate was nearly completely emptied did she finally slow down. Zanbatwa really did know how to work with meat. There was no arguing that.
 
 
“Oh don't be such a piggy honey.” began Rose in playful tone. “Around here that can get you in a lot of trouble, you know~”
 
 
“As much trouble as going skinnydipping with a bunch of hungry men?” retorted the girl. She wore an unamused frown on her face as she talked.
 
 
“Now ladies…” Michael did his best to appear as stern as possible. “Let's not have any arguments about this.” A humored grin cracked his face as he considered what he was saying. “I'm sure the both of you would make fine little piglets~”
 
 
“Dad please… That's insensitive.” interrupted Hunter with as serious an expression as he could hold. “Only one of them is still a piglet. The other's a well developed, prime sow.”
 
 
Rose gave a hearty giggle in response. Sierra though, seemed a good deal less humored. How could he own father talk about her like that? Especially so openly. If she didn't know better, she'd almost swear that he'd been planning a little something all this time. Hunter's statement didn't make things any better either. The girl didn't know if she was more insulted being called a pig or… being compared unfavorably to her mother. Either way, she tersely looked away in response, not wanting to be part of the conversation any longer.
 
 
“What you you all think about spending the day on the beach hmm?” Michael changed the subject as easily as he changed clothes moments later. “Or maybe we can go for a jungle tour? What do you think?”
 
 
“Let's go see the jungle~” came Rose's reply almost immediately. “We'll have plenty of time to relax later. Why not do something more adventurous while we're still just brimming with energy!”
 
 
Michael nodded. “I'd be energized just about anywhere as long as I'm near you honey.”
 
 
Rose rolled her eyes, but continued to laugh all the same. “Could you be any more cheesy Michael?”
 
 
“Appropriate that I would be, so I can supplement just how tasty you are. Hmm?”
 
 
“Oh my gawd, you guys. You have a room. Why don't both of you use that instead of being as overt as possible.”
 
 
“Aww… don't be such a spoilsport, hun.” Rose replied. “We'll behave. You just need to be cool, you know…”
 
 
“I'll be cool when you two learn to be decent I guess…” huffed the teen. “I swear you guys are more immature than Hunter sometimes…”
 
 
"Hey! Not true!” Hunter puffed his chest out in faux anger, before giving an impish smile. “I could be way more immature than them if I wanted to be. What do you say about this?” With that, the boy proceeded to poke Sierra in the shoulders through her shirt. “See? Technically NOT touching you.”
 
 
Sierra threw her arms up in the air in surrenderous frustration. “Oh I give UP!” She then proceeded to storm away into her room in a manner that the downstairs neighbors… probably didn't appreciate, much to Hunter's chuckling amusement. “You guys are unbearable! You know that?”
 
 
Rose gave her son a stern, disapproving look. “You know she's sensitive. Why do you always have to set her off like that?” asked the woman as she slowly stood up. “This was supposed to be a family outing after all. What's the point of all this preparation if one of us is just going to hang out in their room all day?”
 
 
Hunter simply shrugged, attempting to look innocent in all this. “Whaaaat? I'm just jokin’ around. There's no reason for her to get all huffy.” he insisted, leaning back against the wall, before grumbling softly to himself. “And she says I'm immature…”
 
 
Rose then walked over to Sierra's room, knocking on the door softly as she arrived. “Sierra hun? Don't be so soft. You're going to be going to college soon. You know you're going to need to be able to deal with people better. Why don't you come with us to the jungle? It's not good to stew like that.”
 
 
The girl took a deep breath on the other side. “You mean hang out with you guys in a place full of bugs? No thanks.” In truth, she didn't mind as much as she put on. Rather, she had plans to explore the hotel, looking for a certain employee without the embarrassment of her family being around to potentially judge her. This was as good a chance as she was going to get, most likely.
 
 
“Ohhhhh… fine. If that's how you're going to play it.” Rose replied, stepping away. “Just don't blame me if you feel like your vacation just slipped away from you after you spend all of it in your room.” Nothing more to say, she returned to the living room and shrugged to her family. “Guess we're going without her. Let's get dressed.” She then turned to Hunter. “And YOU can stay quiet before I think about treating you like the toddler you're behaving as.”
 
 
***
 
 
Minutes later the family, minus one broody daughter, was making their way to the buses that often hung out near the hotel's entrance. The bright sun outside greeted them sharply, forcing everyone to wince while they adjusted. It was a far cry from the dim, relaxing lighting inside. The shock only continued however, when they stepped into the silent, electric bus, with its tinted windows.
 
 
The drive went surprisingly smooth, even when the vehicle transitioned from the concrete of the resort to the dirt roads of the jungle approach. Zanbatwa was one of the most wealthy countries in the world after all. It shouldn't have been surprising how well it maintained its public vehicles and infrastructure.
 
 
Now and again, the trees would part along the road, giving way to a bit of farmland where staples like wheat and other cereals grew freely, protected from the wind by the trees surrounding them. Corn and other foods more common in the west were notably absent, but what stood out more than anything were the considerable number of… pastures along the road.
 
 
To anyone who knew where they were it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise, but even then, seeing so many nude humans milling about in the grass or various playgrounds that were allotted to the cattle was almost surreal. Most of the “animals” present were female, boasting engorged breasts that had undoubtedly seen a pump at least once a day. However there was a fair number of bulls present as well. The vast majority of the males looked positively exhausted however, and Rose couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought that they probably couldn’t keep up with the sexual demands of all those hormonally altered women. Maybe they’d gotten just a little more than they’d bargained for in all this.
 
 
Each pasture housed a large, concrete and brick building, which in turn housed all the cattle during the night or colder seasons. Not that… the island had much of a colder season. It was more the equivalent of transitioning from summer back to spring, if the brochures were anything to go by at any rate. Only when one of the hucows stepped up to the fence was Rose able to make out what looked to be some sort of electric collar that was the “fashion” for all of them. No doubt a deterrent for any of the acquisitions that got cold feet. Though… she surmised the collars never actually saw much use. Most everyone seemed perfectly content, and judging from the expression on that one particular cow, too drugged up to even properly understand what was happening any longer.
 
 
Rose couldn’t help but wonder how that would feel. Living a calm, simple life, with no worries except for maybe if the farmer would set the pump too high that day, leading to a bit of soreness. It certainly sounded less stressful than putting on all the masks of an upper class american “aristocrat”. Briefly she considered signing up herself even, but she couldn’t just leave her family out in the lurch like that, could she?
 
 
***
 
 
The first real stop of the tour was some fifteen minutes later. Despite the fact that Zanbatwa as a nation was considerably industrialized, a fair amount of its citizens still lived a simple, quasi-tribal life. Either that or everyone within the thatch huts and hemp rope suspended bridges in the trees was a very skilled, very well paid actor, judging from the happiness written on each of their faces.
 
 
The tourguide had made it clear that everyone should remain in a group, lest the locals mistake their solo adventuring as consent to eat them. The calloused way they mentioned it however, made it sound as though they knew it was an inevitability that not all of the group would be returning to the hotels. They’d likely seen it a thousand times…
 
 
“Now, I’m sure one thing you’ll all notice is this lovely purple fiber that the locals have spun into rope to bind many of the structures together.” began the tour guide, though they didn’t seem to be getting much attention until following up with “When treated, it actually also makes a very effective cooking twine, as a matter of fact.”
 
 
With that, there were suddenly dozens of eyes captivated with the explanation. The guide’s knew their customers, it seemed.,
 
 
“In fact, in more ancient times, it wasn’t unusual for tribes to reuse the same binds on an entire raid’s worth of captures before they would finally give way. Researchers have found entire lengths of the material spooled around large, straight twigs that carbon date back to at least one-thousand years ago, still mostly intact. More often than not, village prey would be heavily bound into a standard ‘long-pig’ position; Legs straight, with arms folded in such a way as to brace the head upward. Lastly, a large, treated, straight branch was tied to their backs to ensure they remained in a stiff position. It was not unusual for prospective colonists to meet their fate this way, and European women were particularly popular amongst the natives…”
 
 
***
 
 
That statement alone sent Rose back in time. She imagined herself wearing an elegant, handmade dress, only for it to be ripped from her vulnerable body by sneering, mocking Zanbatwans, who looked her up and down like a Christmas ham. She then dreamt up being tied to a stake, whimpering softly, both in fear and arousal, as certain of the locals tested out several branches to bind her with, while others argued over stolen spices to use.
 
 
It was… positively wicked, to then imagine how they might feel her up while tying her helpless form and carrying it over to an open fire, with only simple stone bricks to raise her above the worst of the heat. Not to spare her any pain, but only to ensure she wouldn’t char…
 
 
Rose spent much of the tour in this little dreamworld, realizing more and more with each passing second that… this… was what she wanted. This ultimate local, once in a lifetime experience. The question was… how could she convince her family to go through with it? And could she convince others to join in the fun?
 
 
With her mind so thoroughly occupied with fantasy, Rose often tripped up on the path everyone was walking on, and occasionally found herself lagging behind. The thought did occur to her that she might be one of the ones “snatched up” by the conclusion of the tour, but in time she determined that she wanted this to happen on her family’s terms, rather than because she wished to be gobbled up so thoroughly, and in the end, she begrudgingly made herself catch up to her husband… leaving a petite little blond at the back of the crowd instead…
 
 
No one batted any eye when said girl never returned to the bus that evening… nor did anyone question when a new plume of smoke rose from village behind them as they were leaving. At the very least, none of the tourists verbally said anything, or physically reacted. There were almost certainly delighted internal questions of how exactly she was left behind, or how the natives enjoyed her flavor. Was she directly touched by the fires that caused all that smoke perhaps? Or… was she left simmering in a pot, or on a giant pan… Simply because the villagers were living traditionally didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the odd modern, metal amenity now and again. Of course, the surviving tourists were also left to wonder if the silly little thing was still alive, or if she’d already… lived the fantasy, so to speak.
 
 
Bittersweetly, Rose was also left to mull over how that could have been her. How many minutes difference did being chosen or not did being ahead of the line really make? It was a tantalizing question, best left unanswered as the mystery of it all was just as delicious as swapping places would have been. Well, almost, at any rate…
 
 
***
 
 
Naturally, Sierra was nowhere to be found in the suite once the Bauer’s had finally returned. Only much later, before the clocks struck ten-o-clock, did the girl return, swooning and giggling with a certain employee who’d led her back. Notably, Sierra’s wardrobe had taken a turn for the… adventurous. She’d purchased a pair of jean shorts with daddy’s money that barely even covered her panties, plus a pink tank top that proudly revealed a bit of underboob. Perhaps she was Rose’s girl after all, and all it took was a little puppy love flame to get her going.
 
 
“Pfft. Decide you wanna show your meat off anyway?” Hunter asked. He’d been waiting in the hallway like an ambush predator ready to strike the moment his sister re-entered the suite.
 
 
“Shut up dweeb.” was the girl’s only reply. “You’re just jealous nothing you could possibly wear would look this good on you.”
 
 
“Or that tasty.” the boy retorted. “What do you wanna bet your guy is just stringing you along as some sort of meatgirl recruitment tactic?”
 
 
“As if. Go to bed, loser. I’m not letting you ruin my good mood~” Sierra turned her nose up and headed straight for the shower without another word, and minutes later, was sound asleep in her own room.
 
 
***
 
 
The next sunrise lifted over the sea with a fanfare of traditional music being played at volume enough to reach even the family’s high altitude rooms. Was this… the grand Cultivation Day event they’d been waiting for? It was easy to lose track of time, when one was enjoying themself, it seemed. And really, what better way to start the day than with a little… spontaneity?
 
 
“Hurry everyone! Who knows how much longer it will all be going on down there?” Rose, as was typical, was the first to be ready and waiting, even as the children were still slowly crawling out of dreamland themselves. “We don’t want to miss something we don’t even know is happening do we?”
 
 
Whether appreciated or not, her call to action was heard and heeded all throughout the suite. Within minutes everyone had somehow rolled out of bed, washed up, and gotten dressed in their swimming outfits, despite the grogginess that fogged all their minds. Sierra in particular just so happened to have a brand new two-piece that she was dying to share, despite the angstyness she wanted to put on display. With any luck, a certain Zanbatwan stud would be working down there today…
 
 
***
 
 
Just how the staff had thrown up all the blue and white banners that spanned across the beach and the countless wooden stands that dotted the sands in a single night was beyond Rose as the family explored, but that didn’t stop her from prancing about and chatting up every standee she could. In truth, she didn’t know why she’d bothered with her bright yellow swimsuit. She had no qualms being naked in front of all these people, though her top did make her breasts just a bit more… perky than they might have been otherwise. The glances her bouncy melons always earned her definitely fed her ego, though they could never quite satiate her entire… appetite.
 
 
Amidst the background of countless volleyball matches, surfing contests, and obscene amounts of drinking, there had always been one thing missing in all the merriment. Something… traditional, and expected amongst the tourists. That was of course until the staff proceeded to cordon off a large portion of the beach’s center, and proceed to build massive stone ovens that were visible from just about anywhere. It was almost time…
That sight seemed to be the final straw to flip the switch in Rose’s head. This place had been hammering away at her mind with every event she’d experienced in it. She wanted the full Zanbatwan experience. This time it was stronger than in the village tour, where for the most part she was able to keep everying… hypothetical. Now she wanted to be enjoyed. Now, she wanted to be… devoured.
 
 
The way his wife stared longingly at the ovens was more than obvious to Michael. The way she bit her lip and swayed in the sand, unable to separate her gaze from the impromptu kitchen. If she wanted to be a snack for everyone present… who was he to deny her? What was more, it was a perfect opportunity to… readjust his finances a bit. Suppose he was one daughter’s college fund richer, after today? Sierra hadn’t exactly been very active in the family’s vacation all this time. Perhaps she needed a little… push, to finally participate with them.
 
 
***
 
 
“But dad!”
 
 
“Sweety. You haven’t been doing much of anything with us since the moment we got here.” MIchael’s tone was soft, but austere at the same time. He’d spent the last five minutes hunting the girl down, and any time Sierra thought to reply, he only met her with a raised finger or his patented “look”. The kind that made any woman melt slightly, feeling a touch guilty for reasons she didn’t even know. “Your mother is quite taken with the idea and I’m looking to make it a… surprise to her.” He smirked slightly at the thought. Certainly, there were no alternate objectives here. “I’ve already signed the two of you up. Now you can either spend the rest of your evening moping, or you can try to have a little fun with it.” There was a brief pause before he sternly added “And don’t tell her a word of this until they call her name.”
 
 
Sierra simultaneously felt indignant and trapped at the same time. This had happened far too fast for her to even fully wrap her head around the consequences of it all, which in all likelihood was the only reason she hadn’t fallen into a childish temper tantrum in the end. There was no getting out of this, no matter how unfair it was. Her father rarely put his foot down on things like this, but when he did, not only was it inevitable, but resisting it would be nothing but hell. When he refused to budge even when she gave him the old, patented, daughter eyelash bat technique, she knew it was all hopeless.
 
 
With that, all that remained was to find her mother and wait for the announcer to call their names. Despite the panic that was welling up within her, she couldn’t help but remain utterly still and quiet as she looked for the woman. It was all just too surreal. Too sudden. When she finally did find Rose, it was frustratingly close to the cooking station that had been set up. If she didn’t already know, then she was getting awfully chummy with the idea already. Then again… this was her insane mother…
 
 
“H-hey mom…” The girl’s voice cracked slightly as she approached. “Waiting to see the cuties that’ll end up inside?”
 
 
“Ohhh~ There are so many adorable things on this beach today, it’s hard to pick who I’d imagine as a frontrunner.”
 
 
“Heh… y-yeah… Hard to… you know… land on just one or two huh?” Sierra’s mind was racing. It only just now occurred to her that she wouldn’t be able to swing for that hotel cutie any longer. Somehow that stung worse than the knowledge that she very much would be gone… at the end of the day. Even she had to admit to herself just how irrational she was being. Or maybe this was some sort of coping mechanism. Either way, there was no stepping away from this now. Who knew how her father might react if she tried to avoid everything…
 
 
No sooner had a small little stand and podium been set up at the center of the open-air kitchen, than had the day’s event organizer stepped up to announce the “mysterious” event that the entire crowd had been waiting on. His voice was deep, and melodious, almost like an old school lounge singer.No doubt he’d been picked specifically for that reason. Had to keep the animals calm, after all.
 
 
“Hello everyone and welcome to this year’s long awaited cultivation day celebration!” He paused long enough for the partiers to quiet down and levy their attention his way. “We’ve got a massive list of events scheduled for you, so let’s get the first well underway!”
 
 
Sierra felt a knot form in her stomach the moment the man began speaking. This meant it was that much closer to… that big moment. She was running out of time to process it all.
 
 
“Now, I know just how hungry everyone can get while playing rough out there, and though we’ve tried to be hush hush about it, it’s obvious we’re not fooling anyone, so without further ado, here are today’s volunteers!”
 
 
Sierra scoffed at that word. Volunteer nothing… She’d been coerced and threatened against her will, as she saw it.
 
 
The announcer didn’t give her another second either to consider everything. “Here we have, in no particular order… Sierra Bauer, Candace Flynt, Emily Veras and..” He leaned in to read the note he’d been given carefully. “And Rose Bauer! Seems like we have a family twofer today folks!”
 
 
Rose, for her part, was beyond ecstatic when she heard her voice. She hadn’t been the one to sign up. That had to mean that Michael had taken the liberty for her, which meant that he didn’t want to hold her back from her fantasies any longer!
 
 
Either that or he was already in the market for a new wife… but she let that concept fly right over her.
 
 
When she first arrived, she hadn’t quite understood why the more adventurous girls didn’t just cavort around naked all the time, but now that she was here, stripping in front of a crowd, she understood. There was something exhilarating about revealing herself to everyone present that simply prancing about in her birthday suit couldn’t quite achieve. She savored every inch that the fabrics traveled across her soft, smooth body, playfully swinging it around when it was finally removed, to many wolf whistles from everyone present.
 
 
Sierra, by contrast, sheepishly found a place as unnoticeable as she possibly could before embarrassedly pulling off her brand new, designer clothes as slow as she possibly could, to avoid bringing all the attention. How in the hell could her mother be so… gung ho about this?
 
 
Oh right… she was an insane bitch…
 
 
If the woman could have removed her skin to somehow be even more naked, she probably would. Sierra was convinced by now that her mother had zero survival instincts, and by all accounts, she wasn’t wrong. If she could have jumped into a tiger den with barbecue sauce slathered all over her ass she probably would. What was the worst part of it all was that Sierra was certain Rose would try to infect her with this insanity as well…
 
 
Sure enough, clearly impatient to get going, it didn’t take long for Sierra’s mother to find her and drag her, still stumbling over the panties around her ankles, into the kitchen area. All the poor girl could do at this point was to stare, redfaced into the crowd, letting her vision blur as she looked into the crowd. Unfortunately for her, Rose’s natural enthusiasm was more than enough to draw most gazes in her direction, much to the combined relief and jealousy of the remaining two volunteers.
 
 
It wasn’t long at all before mother and daughter both were led to a large, sand free portion of the plaza on which the temporary kitchen had been built. Sierra had only just had enough time to toss aside what remained of her clothing before she found herself being blasted with a relatively high-pressure stream of water that ensured any specks of beach were washed off of her exposed, vulnerable body.
 
 
Then, much to Rose’s tittering glee, both were lifted high into the air by a strong native chef apiece. Even Rose’s adult weight was nothing for the strong men who no doubt had numerous years of experience handling full grown hucows.The announcer had already stepped out of the way to let the crowd watch both studs working, or perhaps more appropriately, to watch the cuts of meat said studs were working with.
 
 
Rose was a good deal more compliant, on the other hand. Wordless as she was placed, on her knees, onto a large wooden table from which four arms jutted out at either side. Sierra, by contrast, needed something of a firmer hand to fold her legs underneath her, then direct her to sit with a straightened posture against her mother’s back.
 
 
The girl’s breath quickened when she noticed both cooks each grab a small syringe full of some sort of pink fluid and reapproach them moments later. When she attempted to lean back, away from the jab, her personal chef was quick to hold her still by the shoulder and decisively press the needle into her waiting breast. Of course her mother was infinitely more amiable about it all, even jutting her bosom forward, practically begging the young man to poke her.
 
 
Initially, there was no reaction from the volunteer pigs. For Sierra this was the most painful part of the process thus far. She simply… sat there, like a statue for everyone to contemplate. Certainly she felt as though she weren’t a living thing in their eyes at any rate. Not anymore. How could being stripped naked in front of an entire crowd be made to be even more awkward?
 
 
Then… she began to feel something well up from within her. Her heart pounded faster, and her breaths became deeper. It was as though her body was separating itself from her mind, which grew foggier with every passing second. A quick look back revealed it was no different for her mother. Rose’s eyes were heavy with the same chemically induced lust, and she couldn’t help but undulate and stimulate herself any way she possibly could.
 
 
Both of their worlds felt heavy now, and this was apparently the perfect state that the cooks had been waiting for. Sierra first felt two strong hands slather something thick and sticky over her chest, leaving it feeling… heavy, before they slid down further to stimulate her most sacred of places. She had no idea where the substance had come from, but then again, she hadn’t exactly been paying much attention to her surroundings lately. The girl instinctively let out a loud yelp at the… stranger danger touch, as it were, but was helpless to resist in any way. It just felt too good. Too wild.
 
 
Rose had scarcely had the opportunity to experience the same before she rapidly turned around, needfully pressing her body into that of her daughter, while the chefs transitioned to ensuring their longpigs’ backsides were evenly coated as well. The whole show had already enraptured the crowd like never before. Both of these meatgirls had the same last name. That likely meant that this wasn’t just taboo, it was doubly forbidden. It was… taboo squared.
 
 
Rose, naturally led the new dance, leaving her much shier daughter to follow her lead. What began with simple chest rubbing quickly grew into sinful kissing, and then drunken rubbing down below under her control. When there were likely only hours remaining, why bother holding to cultural norms, after all? Of course, the emboldening aphrodisiacs both now had coursing through their veins helped…
 
 
“Mom… I-I’m kinda scared…” Sierra admitted, as though it hadn’t been obvious before all of this.
 
 
“Mhhh… don’t be honey. People of our breeding? We’ll be unrepeatable to these people. A treat they’ll never replicate~”
 
 
“Y-yeah but…”
 
 
“Shhh…” Rose wrapped her arms around her daughter and pulled in closer. “Don’t worry about all that. Just… enjoy some time with me~”
 
 
Drugged up as she was, Sierra couldn’t resist an invitation like that. What followed was the longest, most passionate liplock that either had ever experienced. Making all the smooches beforehand feel like innocent little pecks on the cheek. Sierra moaned deeply, forgetting her worries if only for a moment, while Rose found herself shifting to grind along her daughter’s thigh. Right now, there was nothing left to think. Only the capacity to “do”...
 
 
This, much to the cooks’ appreciation, made their next job much easier. Beginning at Rose’s ass, they tied two lengths of cooking twine into a knot that would make a sailor swoon, and proceeded to spiral the rope all the way up the sitting height of the interlocked beauties, their speed and dexterity earning them a whoop of impression from the crowd. Immediately after, beginning at the opposite side, a second candy cane of binding found it’s way down, interlocking with the first at every opportunity.
 
 
If Sierra still fostered any ideas of escape, which she certainly did, this would make them much more difficult to act on. Even if and when she wanted to pull her body away from that of her mother, she’d barely be able to make it a few millimeters. Realizing this, she couldn’t help but breathe faster, testing how true that was with more than a few good tugs that took every fiber of her being. These men knew their stuff, much to her drug-diluted horror.
 
 
Sensing her daughter’s separation from the “fun” Rose simply cooed softly into the girl’s ear for a moment. She couldn’t have her co-roastee ruining the event, could she? Still, while the sweet nothings did help to some degree, the fact remained that Sierra was a twitchy young thing, who was rapidly beginning to second guess why she’d even come to this place with her family. She still had so many years ahead of her. Knowing what could happen here, she could have chosen to stay home, slept at one of her friends’ places… Anything but come to this place where…
 
 
Her thoughts froze right there. Out of the corner of her eye she was able to spot a certain hotel porter glancing her way. In all honesty, despite her mind’s attempts to see him as displaced here, he was probably the same thing everyone else was doing. Enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells right before a huge feast. Somehow now, the embarrassment factor had been kicked to eleven now. What could she do to mitigate it at all? If she struggled, that would bring more attention to her pathetic plight, but if she did nothing… would he see her as nothing more than a compliant pig? All that flirting the other day. All that playing… just to be scooped up for her flesh more literally by someone else.
 
 
In the end… the girl finally decided to remain quiet. Even if she did escape… where would she go? Her own father had signed her up. She wouldn’t exactly be riding back home with him would she?
 
 
All the same, while Rose continued to gingerly press her every body part against her, Sierra couldn’t help but let anxiety fight its way through the chemicals in her brain. Particularly when she noticed one of the cooks approach the temporary oven with a lighter in hand. Wait… Was it already time? But she’d wasted all of the buildup panicking!
 
To the untrained eye, it might have looked as though Sierra were simply frozen in the ecstasy of her injection, however the cooks had seen more than a few meatgirls resist the aphrodisiacs in their time, and they proceeded to layer another coil of binding around the duo to be certain. Rose of course, didn’t mind in the slightest. As far as she was concerned it was all just another assurance of… closeness. Particularly as they were carefully lifted up to be carried towards the waiting heat.
 
The very moment the cooks lifted the two-person tray, the crowd erupted in a loud roar of applause. This tended to be one of the more popular parts of the show by far. The moment two people transitioned from being humans… to being nothing more than roasting meat. Both Rose and Sierra couldn’t help but give squawks of surprise at the sensation that quickly overtook them. However while Sierra’s cry was long and high pitched, Rose’s quickly fell down into a moan. She quickly forced her lips into those of her daughter and let that moan travel deeply into the girl’s body… as though it would somehow transfer her delight between the both of them… or perhaps she simply craved another kiss regardless of whether or not Sierra was ready…
 
 
To some degree, the intimacy did distract the girl at any rate, but no amount of sensual touch could completely distract from the knowledge that she was very soon going to slip away, and her body was going to be violated afterwards by ravenous partygoers. The very same thoughts that gave her mother a high, kept her grounded in reality. No matter how much she wished it were otherwise…
 
 
What was almost worse through it all, was the fact that the moment they’d been shoved into the oven… the cooks shifted to begin work on the next two volunteers without a moment’s consideration. They were last minute’s old news. The only time they’d be given any thought again was when they were being devoured.
 
 
“Mhhh… Don’t worry sweety~” Rose pulled away for just a moment to speak. “I know you and I are going to be the highlight of the evening. You taste delicious~” Her words were only partially joking, She’d had… some taste of the girl by now, even if she hadn’t been… fully prepared just yet.
 
 
Eventually, enough time had passed to silence even the horniest of meatgirls, and when the next batch of longpigs was introduced to the oven, both mother and daughter had been reduced to minor grunts and only the tiniest of spasms. The sight of them at the very least, seemed to spur both new girls into a wash of their own passions, and the dance went on into a new chorus. Just in time for Rose to breathe her last, fuck drunk sigh into Sierra’s waiting mouth…
 
 
***
 
 
When the first duo of longpigs were finally removed from the oven to display, it was much to the silent anticipation of the crowd. The mere thought that these two fonts of meat had up until recently been people was enough to get every loin tingling, and there was just as much impatience as there was excitement amongst everyone. This was… particularly true for a new eligible bachelor, in Mr Bauer who, alongside his freshly sisterless son, was quick to plate a few cuts of breast and rump before the line was able to get too terribly long.
 
 
Mother and daughter had both been carefully sat upright for their display at both ends of the wooden tray. Seeing them be carried by the cooks, their bodies steaming, separate from one another so that their individual beauty could be appreciated separately, had been titillating in particular for Michael. It was his decision that led to this fate for the two, and now, he was seeing the final fruits of his decision. He continued to stare delightedly at the sight, even as he dug into their flesh. Watching them slowly get reduced with every carve was like a dream, and the man never once questioned why he’d conditioned the family to come here.
 
 
For hunter, the experience was equal parts sensual and smug. He’d outlasted his dumb sister… and out-authoritied his silly mother. Now she was nothing but a piece of meat, while he sat above her, as one of her consumers. Perhaps the cooks would allow him to take home a souvenir or two to remember this once in a lifetime moment by~
 
 
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Much of the rest of the vacation passed by quickly for the two of them. No matter how many exciting things were to be experienced on the island, none of them could possibly compare to watching two gorgeous, former family members get roasted alive for their own amusement. Perhaps they’d peaked a bit early.
 
 
Regardless, when the time came, and both were boarding the ferry back to boring civilization, they were more than satisfied with their time in Andure, and it looked like there’d be a lot more money to go around on their return.
 
 
“Did you enjoy your time sirs?” asked one of the shiphands as the two stepped aboard.
 
 
“Absolutely.” Michael blurted out in response. “It was everything we could have hoped for, and you know what? I find myself still craving a bit of meat…” With that, he gave Hunter a shockingly pointed glance. “Maybe next time…”
 
 
Hunter’s eyes widened as his world grew shaky. Surely his father hadn’t suggested that…
 
 
“Hehe… Y-yeah…” was his only reply, more nervous at the idea than even Sierra was initially…