Usagi Spitroasted
Tags: Sailor Moon, Usagi Tsukino, Chibi-Usa, soft non-con, Spitting, cooking, snuff
 
“Excuse me sir, I couldn't help but notice your lovely daughter there with you,” the manager of the Restaurant that Usagi was visiting with her family began as he arrived at their booth.
 
Usagi's father, Kenji Tsukino, had been sent to Black Star Steakhouse by his editor in order to write a review of the place on its opening night. Of course, he was incognito, so no one other than his family knew he was a reporter. To help sell that misunderstanding, Kenji had brought his whole family with him: his wife Ikuko, his eldest daughter Usagi, his youngest son Shingo, and Usagi's cousin Chibi-Usa (who was in all truth Usagi's daughter from the future, not that Kenji knew that).
 
Kenji blinked in surprise not expecting the manager to come up to him just to talk about his clumsy, and academically disinclined daughter.
 
“What about Usagi?” he asked, trying to make sense of what was happening. His entire family was looking at him and the manager now, uncertain what was going on, Usagi's eyes were shining with unrepressed curiosity, Ikuko's with interest, and Shingo's and Chibi-Usa's with annoyance at their elder getting even more attention.
 
“Well, it's just that I have a problem that I think that you and your daughter could help me with?” The manager explained. “As you're probably aware, this is a girlmeat restaurant, and to celebrate our grand opening I ordered a famous model to roast in our brick oven over there,” The manager gestured grandly to a huge stone fireplace set into the wall with a large metal spit draped across a set of Y-frame posts and a merrily glowing bed of coals just barely visible at the bottom. It certainly looked large enough to roast a full grown woman.
 
Kenji nodded. He'd been told as much by his editor. “Right, I had heard that, but how does my daughter tie in?”
 
“Ah, you see, it seems that the van delivering the model to the restaurant broke an axle and needed to be towed. The girl meant for the spit was supposed to arrive around now, but now she will not be here in time for grand opening,” the manager confided.
 
“So, there's no meat? That sucks,” Shingo opined upset. He was looking forward to the opportunity to eat some girlmeat. With the model gone and the opening night ruined, it didn't look like that would be happening.
 
“Language, Shingo!” Ikuko protested.
 
“What does that have to do with me?” Usagi asked, confused.
 
The manager answered Usagi's question, but directed his response to her father. “The model I ordered for the opening was a blonde girl around your daughter's general build. Your daughter is the only girl in the restaurant that looks like she has a similar height and weight. I was hoping that you would allow us to use her instead for the grand opening?” The manager asked.
 
“What!?” Usagi protested, shocked. “Dad, you're not really thinking about-!”
 
“Of course, I'm not asking you to give up your daughter for free,” The manager interrupted. “I'll compensate you for your meal tonight, and you'll have first pick of any cuts you may wish, and of course that includes anything from our wine and drinks menu,” the manager offered with a hopeful smile.
 
“Dad! You're not really going to let them cook me, are you!?” Usagi wailed.
 
“Usagi's probably pretty tasty dad,” Shingo chimed in.
 
“She's such a whiny crybaby, She'll be much better roasted, right?” Chibi-Usa agreed.
 
Kenji looked over at his wife to see if she had any objections, but she left the decision to him with a soft nod.
 
“You can have her,” Kenji agreed. He wasn't overtly gung-ho about the idea of eating his own daughter, but his boss had given him an assignment to review the food at the new restaurant, and he wanted to complete it, something he couldn't do if the grand opening didn't have a girl to turn into girlmeat. With their meal being compensated on top of having the opportunity to sample the restaurant's cuisine, Kenji's choice was clear. Of course, if his wife had objected, he would have held back? But it seemed that the only one in the family that had any issue with the restaurant cooking Usagi was Usagi herself.
 
“Thank you sir,” the manager smiled. “You won't regret this! The chef will make sure your daughter will become the most wonderful you'll ever taste!”
 
“Dad! You can't be serious!” Usagi protested.
 
“Go follow the manager,” Kenji instructed. “Try and taste your best for us, okay?”
 
When Usagi failed to move, Chibi Usa shoved her out of the booth, sending the taller blonde girl stumbling after the manager and into the waiting arms of the manager.
 
“But I don't wanna be dinner!” Usagi wailed.
 
“Stop being a brat!” Shingo shouted back.
 
“Usagi, the manager of this restaurant politely asked for help, and I expect you to give it to him. I don't want to hear about you fighting him or struggling, okay?” Kenji chided. “Your mother and I are really looking forward to dinner, and we'll both be very upset if you ruin that for us.”
 
Usagi grimaced, looking down at her school-girl uniform in a mixture of shame and betrayal. Her father was really serious about this. He wanted to eat her.
 
The manager placed a heavy hand on Usagi's shoulder, leading her towards the wall where a team of chefs were waiting near an open brick oven alcove holding a shining steel spit. A spit meant for her, Usagi realized. Usagi couldn't bring herself to resist. She followed, unsure what else to do.
 
The manager passed her off to the team of chefs once she arrived, and addressed the crowd. “Hello everyone! I'm sorry for the delay! The original model that we ordered for tonight's opening was delayed due to traffic, and rather than making you all wait for your meals? This wonderful man has offered his daughter Usagi as a replacement! Please everyone, let us give this man our thanks!”
 
The chefs had already started to strip Usagi as the manager began to speak. They knew that if they wanted dinner served on time for the night, Usagi needed to go over the coals as quickly as possible. Her school uniform was unbuttoned and removed almost before Usagi realized what was happening, and it was only once she was down to her Bra and Panties that she began to react; but the team of chefs restrained her, stopping her from fighting back as they peeled off her bra and pulled down her panties and slipped off her shoes.
 
By the time the applause for her father had ended, Usagi was standing in front of the entire steak house, completely naked. But before the blonde could even think on it, she was hurried off to a table in the back.
 
Usagi was helped up to the table where the chefs put her on her hands and knees before starting to inspect her.
 
Usagi shivered as she felt the chef's hands fondle her, squeezing her breasts and rump as they assessed her meat. Between her fondling, the mortification of being naked in front of the entire restaurant, and the knowledge that she was about to be cooked for her family and an entire restaurant full of strangers she'd never met, Usagi's face was a red mess of embarrassment.
 
She squirmed, helplessly in the chefs' hands as they felt her up, fingering and fondling her as they assessed her as meat, not even bothering to treat her as a person anymore!
 
Usagi heard a loud sizzling behind her, but before she could even turn her head to look, the pain hit her! She was being branded! The manager was pressing a red hot branding iron against her right butt cheek!
 
Usagi let out a pained cry and the manager laughed. “See! Once they're branded, Black Star restaurant's cattle are just like real cows, but tastier!” he joked, making fun of Usagi's wordless cry of pain.
 
There was no time to wonder what had been done to her. Before she could even turn to look at the brand, the chefs were holding her in place. Usagi couldn't see what they were doing, but she definitely felt it when the spit began to tease open her sex!
 
The spit was wide! Especially for a virgin like Usagi! But the chefs had no intention of easing the spit into her slowly do that she could adapt to it before being fully spitted.
 
Instead, the chefs began to force the spit forward at a steady pace. Usagi barely had a second to realize she was even being spitted before the point of the large metal pole was already deep inside her, stretching her cunt obscenely as it threatened her cervix with its tip.
 
Usagi's mouth opened as the blonde cried out in pain. The chefs had forced the spit in further, tearing through her cervix and into her womb! She could feel the point stretching at her womb ready to- Another cry as the spit was forced even deeper, past her insides as it nestled between her lungs. Usagi was snuffed now. Her body just hadn't caught up with the truth yet. There was no way that she could survive this!
 
She managed to look over at her family before the chefs guided her head back into the proper position. Her father was taking notes as he watched the chefs spit her. Her brother Shingo was cheering wildly, pointing at her as her mother tried to settle him down. And Chibi-Usa? Usagi's future daughter was smiling as she licked her lips, clearly eager to eat her own teenage mother.
 
The spit jerked inside her one last time and Usagi could feel it in her throat as the tip emerged into her mouth and then slid out between her gasping lips to finish its job of spitting her. Usagi was meat now, nothing but meat on a stick, she realized, squirming as the Chefs pulled her buttocks apart and slid a stabilizing rod into her back passage.
 
Usagi was lifted into the air using the spit, suspended between two chefs as a third took her newly dangling legs and arms and tied them to the spit, finishing Usagi's preparations. The blonde tried to protest, but with the spit in the way, the only thing she could do was offer muffled groans!
 
They carried her to the large brick oven, Usagi's large tits swaying in time with their steps. Her breasts bounced and smacked against each other as they carried her. Usagi blushed as the patrons of the restaurant pointed at her, a few even taking pictures of her spitted body as the chefs lifted and maneuvered her into place inside the oven, the spit resting in a mechanism that would turn her body while she cooked.
 
Usagi couldn't turn her head, so she didn't realize what the motion she could see in the corner of her eyes was until it was too late. The chefs had lit the coals at the bottom of the stove and Usagi was cooking in earnest now. The heat blazed against her skin, warming her almost, but not quite pleasantly as the spit began to turn, rotating her body.
 
She could feel her breasts moving almost independently as she turned, slapping together with a meaty 'thwack' each time she completed a rotation.
 
The heat was all encompassing! It hurt! She could feel it slowly cooking her, her sweat pouring out of her and stinging against her skin as she turned and turned and turned in an endless rolling circle.
 
Even if Usagi weren't spitted, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to stand.
 
Her focus narrowed, the room fading from her mind as she felt her fat begin to replace her sweat as it seeped out of her pores and coated her now red skin in a glossy sheen. She was cooking! It shouldn't have surprised her, given the spit that had been forced through her and the oven below her, but somehow it still did. Usag was cooking and there nothing she could do to change that fate.
 
The blonde felt so tired... Shejust needed to... to rest her eyes a bit and...
 
It took almost an hour for Usagi to finish cooking, even though the oven was custom built specifically to cook girls just like her.
 
In the beginning, Shingo had pointed and stared, but eventually the novelty of watching his sister cook had worn off and impatience to taste her had replaced it.
 
“Can I have Usagi's pussy, uncle Kenji?” Chibi0usa asked as she watched them take her mother out of the recessed brick oven.
 
Usagi's father nodded. “I don't see why not? I will need a taste for my review though.”
 
“That's fine!” Chibi-usa beamed, glad to have staked her prize before Shinji did.
 
“What! That's no fair!” Usagi's brother whined. “Fine! Then I want a breast!”
 
Chibi-Usa didn't bother telling him that her mother's breasts were mostly fat and would probably be disappointing. The pink-haired girl watched as the Chefs severed Usagi's head and placed it on a spike next to her body. They cut off her hands and feet as well, dropping them into a set wot and covering her wrists and ankles with little sachets of white cloth tied in place.
 
The managed approached their table. “Monsieur, as the main course tonight is your daughter, you and your family will get first choice of her meat. Please follow me.”
 
Chibi-usa was first in line as she followed the manager to the buffet where Usagi's lifeless body had been laid out, her knees bent so that her calves were bent beneath her thighs and her arms were folded behind her back.
 
She watched with a smile as the chef at the carving station sliced out her mother's cunt with deft alacrity after she told him which part of her she wanted.
 
Chibi-Usa didn't know what would happen to her now. Would she fade away into non-existence? Was the future she came from still around? Would her mother get revived after death yet again by her silver crystal? Or would nothing at all happen, and this bit of the past become a separate timeline once she returned to her future?
 
As she bit into the succulent meat of her mother's sex, Chibi-Usa decided that it didn't really matter what happened to her. Whatever the results of her mother being cooked before she could give birth to her? It was definitely worth it due to just how perfect Usagi's sex tasted.
 
The End