The New York Jamboree: Grand Opening
by Spitman 
October 2000


Look Julie, it's the Mayor!"


"Oooooh! We'll be going soon! I'm so excited, Cherry!"


"Me too, Julie!"


Julie squirmed in her seat, gripping the handholds tightly on either side. 
She had been waiting all morning, with the other girls who had now taken 
their places on the new roller-coaster ride, hoping to have the privilege of 
being in one of the first few cars, in front of the media and all those 
dignitaries. Now it only remained for the Mayor to start the ride. His tour 
of the Park had taken longer than expected, but at last he had arrived at 
the roller-coaster ride.


The sun beat down on the girls, and the warm breeze enveloped their naked 
bodies. The padded handholds in the cars were hot to the touch. Julie was a 
very pretty young brunette with stunning curves and long, athletic looking 
legs, and she loved to keep herself in shape any way she could. Her friend 
Cheryl was two cars back. Julie was a little jealous of Cheryl's breasts, 
which were rather more generously sized than her own, and Cheryl was taller, 
but it was Julie who turned the heads of passers by. She squirmed a little 
in her seat, and felt the weight of the golden ring hanging from the right 
lip of her fillet. She was conscious of the meat grade stamped on the 
outside of her right bottom cheek. Her meat would never be more ready to 
harvest, and there was no better occasion than the New York Jamboree, the 
greatest Real Meatfest in the civilised world. She tingled with excitement 
at the mere thought of it.


The moment all twelve cars were occupied, the controller pulled a lever. 
Julie gasped as a thick, slippery dong emerged between her legs. The other 
girls all wriggled like mad as the dongs pressed up hard into their dripping 
wet cunts.


"That's the brake," an attendant told them, amused at their excited 
wriggling. "When the Mayor starts the ride, the controller will release you, 
one by one."


"Oooooh!" Julie gasped, as the dong began to move inside her, while 
vibrating gently. It felt very nice indeed. It was easy to forget that she 
was clamped by her ankles to the car, and it was much too late to change her 
mind.


Julie knew the girl in the very first car. Her name was Debbie. She was one 
of those girls like Cheryl, who could never have too much excitement. If she 
had to wear a ring through her pussy lip she wore two, with an extra one 
through her clitoris hood. Once she had told Julie what she had heard about 
the way they treated girls in the processing plant, cruelly holding them in 
position on those killing machines by hooks and chains attached to their 
pussy rings. To Julie it had sounded even more exciting than her dream of 
being roasted. She had described a session with her boyfriend in his 
training room. After he had bound her wrists tightly behind her back, he had 
clipped a leash to her pussy ring, and tugged her viciously forward to a 
horizontal bar, where he had bent her over and fucked her silly. Debbie told 
her that the best part was feeling so helpless as he jerked her forward. She 
had all the luck!


The girl immediately behind Julie was her former room-mate, Barbara, a soft, 
sweet, sensual girl who loved to touch and be touched. Her rounded breasts, 
hour-glass hips and waist, her soft sexy voice and her doe-like eyes created 
an illusion of innocent beauty, one that deceived the eye and the senses, 
and one that had lured countless men into satisfying her depraved appetites. 
The more they hurt her, the more she liked it. Julie smiled. There were 
plenty of painful ways she knew for a girl to become meat, and they had 
probably dreamed up a few extra ones specially for the Jamboree, if the 
Mayor had anything to do with it! One way or another, Barbara was going to 
have a blast.


Julie was curious about Susan, the girl in the second car, just in front of 
her. She was strangely nervous, as if she had some kind of guilty secret. 
She kept on fingering her pussy lip ring, as if it itched, or it hadn't 
healed up properly. It was almost as though she had only just had it done a 
day or two ago. Susan had fair hair and blue eyes, and very pale skin that 
was already turning red in the sun. Her breasts were very pretty and quite 
small, but her nipples were large. Her flanks were lean, and her smooth, 
neat slit looked almost virginal. Julie knew that younger girls were kept 
well away from Central Park during the Jamboree, but this one looked like 
the kind of youngster who occasionally got roasted on a family occasion, a 
little before her time. All the same, she was pretty enough, and perhaps she 
was older than she looked.


Julie glanced back at the long line of roller-coaster cars Cheryl looked 
excited. Very, very soon the ride was going to start.


The cars were oddly built. Like most roller-coaster rides, there were parts 
of the circuit where the cars ran free, and others where a winding mechanism 
engaged to propel them upwards. The peculiar feature of this particular ride 
was that the two sides of the cars could separate quite widely, to expose 
their nude occupants to all kinds of surprises. Automatic clamps secured 
each girl's ankles separately to the two front roller carriages, which 
projected like arms from the front of the car. At the start of the ride all 
the cars followed the same route, but at certain points some could be 
deviated towards special features, by switching the car onto a different set 
of rails.


When the attendants had clamped a girl into every car, there was still a 
long line of girls waiting eagerly to try the ride.


The band struck up a fanfare as the Mayor approached the microphone at the 
front of the podium. He waited for it to finish, and then began his speech.


"Distinguished Citizens, Ladies and Gentlemen," he began. "Welcome to the 
Tenth Annual New York Jamboree. This year we have many new attractions, 
especially this magnificent roller-coaster ride. I'm sure it will be very 
popular with all you young ladies. Your meat will certainly be welcome on my 
dinner table, if you finish up on the Wall of Death on your first time 
round! But don't worry. You can always stay in your car and go round again . 
.. . !"


"Will you go round again if you miss it the first time, Cherry?" Julie asked 
in a loud whisper.


"I don't know, Julie. Maybe. It depends how I feel. I know it will be lots 
more exciting the second time round."


"Mmmmmm! Cherry, I'm so wet already, and my clit is tingling like mad."


"So's mine," Susan added tentatively. While the Mayor was speaking, Susan's 
mind went back to the previous week, when she and her schoolfriends decided 
to crash the Jamboree. It had all started when Helen dared Emma to get her 
pussy lip pierced, and a meat grading stamp. Pretending to be older, she had 
booked herself in to an exclusive meat salon to be shaved, pierced and 
graded. While they waited outside chattering, she had nonchalantly strolled 
into the reception area and registered for her appointment. The receptionist 
did not even question her age, let alone insist on checking her ID. When she 
came out they were stunned. Nude, she definitely looked the part, with her 
pussy shaved, a large gold ring through her right pussy lip, and a neat 'US 
Prime' stamp on her prettily curved bottom cheek. The stylist had even 
treated her nipples to a little extra colour; edible of course! One of the 
others had collected her clothes from the bin out the back, and they had run 
quickly home.


After that, the rest of them couldn't wait for their appointments. It had 
only remained to get into the park, without being seen by anyone who knew 
they were supposed to be in school. The only thing to do was arrive well 
before the rush started, and look out for the right moment. While one guard 
was away and the other was occupied with a large group of visitors, she had 
walked straight through, and the others had quickly followed. Once inside, 
they had explored the attractions. It was scary, but incredibly exciting to 
pretend to be older, knowing that it would be only too easy to finish up 
roasting over one of the hundreds of barbecue pits, mostly arranged along 
the edge of the various lakes and ponds. That was when Emma had spotted the 
roller-coaster ride.


"Come on," she had called, running as fast as she could. "That looks so 
cool!"


This time the girls had all agreed that it was Susan's turn, and here she 
was in her car, ready to go. She felt a thrill of pleasure as she pulled at 
the clamps that secured her ankles. As she bent her knees the car rolled 
back a little, her body held firm by the dong in her cunt. It was all that 
was holding the car. There was no turning back. Two out of twelve girls were 
going to die on that terrible Wall. Her pussy lip ring and meat grading 
stamp told the world that she was ready to eat, but Susan didn't feel ready 
to die, just yet. Her friends had a great view of the ride from the stand 
that overlooked the terrible Wall of Death. She had almost climaxed the 
first time she had seen a poster of the Wall, a realistic looking picture of 
a naked girl being hauled up by her widely parted ankles towards that 
terrible looking blade. Susan had wondered how it would feel to be sliced in 
two like that, but there was only one way to find out! The Mayor looked as 
if he was winding up his long, boring speech. About time, she thought!


". . . and before I inaugurate the Jamboree, I'd like you all to give a big 
hand to all those lovely girls whose meat will make this such a memorable 
week."


Loud applause came from the audience while the Mayor pressed the large red 
button on his pedestal.


"I now declare this Jamboree Open!"


"Eeeeee!," Debbie screamed as the dong was lowered from her cunt and her car 
rolled slowly forward. "I'm going!"


Five seconds later the dong pulled out of Susan's cunt, and her car started.


"Good luck, Julie," Cheryl shouted forward, as Julie's car disappeared up 
the steeply rising track that rose to the highest point on the circuit, 
following the first two girls who were already screaming loudly. And then 
she felt the dong withdraw from her own cunt. The car began to move. Damn, 
she thought. I'm not ready for this. But maybe I am. Damn.


Julie's car tilted forward at the top, and she gasped as the halves of her 
car suddenly separated.


"Oooooh!" She yelled as her pussy sank onto a kind of furry rope that 
tickled her terribly. She wriggled desperately as her clitoris responded. 
She knew she was going to climax any second. The car ran smoothly around the 
horizontal section of track. Suddenly there was only the sound of screams 
ahead, as the sides of the car closed in again and it tilted forward. She 
felt a sudden, awful sensation in her stomach as the car fell vertically, 
then an incredible weight at the bottom as it shot out again onto another 
long straight section. The sides of the car moved smoothly apart again.


"Yeeeeeeeee!" She screamed as the soft wide tips of long whippy canes cut up 
into her sex, setting her clitoris on fire. "Yeeeeoooooowwww! Aaaaaaah! Oh! 
Oh! I'm commmmmmmiiiiing!" She screamed as the wildest orgasm convulsed her. 
Screams came from ahead, behind and all around her and the more the other 
girls screamed, the more she screamed herself.


Behind her, Cheryl was in such agony she could not even have imagined the 
pain. She screamed, and screamed and screamed as she hurtled on her way. 
There was a moment's relief as the sides closed in. The winding mechanism 
hauled her car to yet another summit. One by one the cars ahead of her 
disappeared over the top. The sides of her car separated again and she felt 
something long and smooth between her legs, with tiny vibrating feelers 
projecting upwards. She gasped as the pleasure coursed through her body.


Julie was coming to the edge and the girls ahead were screaming! Oh no! The 
track went down, down, down and then along to a massive black vertical wall. 
Debbie's car followed the track through an opening in the bottom centre of 
the wall . . . but Susan's car suddenly opened and the front wheeled 
carriages separated, carrying Susan up the wall by her ankles.


As Susan approached the wall she screamed as the car dropped away and the 
wheel carriages clamped to her ankles carried her quickly up the wall. She 
saw the flash of steel higher up the Wall and orgasmed instantly, screaming, 
struggling fiercely but it was useless, her ankles were stretched so wide 
and it was much too quick and and the cool blade touched her slit and it 
just went right through, as if she was made of nothing at all, up through 
her belly and her chest and . . . Oh!


Julie's car disappeared through the opening at the base of the wall. Behind, 
Cheryl watched with fascinated horror as Susan's wriggling body was carried 
up the wall. It stretched her ankles apart as she approached the gleaming, 
wickedly sharp meat cutter. It simply, easily flashed down right through her 
wriggling, screaming body, from her crotch to her neck. A side cutter 
severed her head, and a disposal chute popped out to collect her head and 
the cascade of guts. An overhead conveyor carried the two sides of meat 
through two gates high in the wall, which immediately closed.


There was one car ahead of Cheryl and it followed Julie on its track through 
the base of the wall, she screamed as the critical moment came, but her own 
car followed Barbara's into the dark tunnel beneath the wall. She scarcely 
noticed the screams of the girl behind her as she rode the diabolical Wall 
of Death. The sides of her car parted again. Fierce needle jets moved in 
circles over the inflamed lips of her vulva, penetrating deep to tease her 
clitoris and then suddenly searing hot. Cheryl exploded helplessly with 
pleasure.


Meanwhile Julie's car turned and stopped. She wondered what had happened to 
Cheryl. There had been screams from behind her. She feared the worst. The 
sides of her car parted and something probed her vulva. It felt hard but she 
couldn't tell if it was pointed. Oh no! Surely it was not a spit! She gasped 
as it pressed deeper. She spasmed with excitement. Her vulva was stretched 
open and something was gripping the hood of her clitoris. She felt a pain, 
then it began to tease her with gentle but insistent vibrations. The prong 
pressed deeper into her cunt, and then withdrew. Then it invaded her again.


She gasped as the vibrations teased her to a climax that overwhelmed her 
completely, but then they eased and the probe withdrew. The car turned back 
onto the track and began to move again. Suddenly she was out in the light of 
a hot New York afternoon again, and she saw Cheryl two cars ahead. But she 
had been behind. Julie didn't understand it. That strange object still 
gripped her clitoris hood, teasing her pleasantly. When she tried to pull at 
it, she felt a painful jolt through her clitoris. Whatever it was, it was 
there to stay.


Cheryl looked ahead but there was no sign of Julie as she came into the 
start area. Her ankles released and she climbed out. She was sopping wet 
between her legs! It was utterly wild. But where was Julie? She turned just 
as Julie's car entered the start. Julie climbed out on shaky legs. The two 
girls hugged.


"Did you see what happened to that girl, Cherry?" Julie asked.


"Sure did. That cutter went down through her like butter. She screamed like 
mad. A second later, she was just two sides of meat on separate rails. It 
even collected her head and guts."


"Wow!"


"What happened to you in there, Julie? You went in that tunnel before me and 
came out after."


"It was some kind of fucking machine. Pretty good, actually. Except now I've 
got this thing on me, and it doesn't want me to take it off." Julie 
indicated the smooth dark oval object that nestled in her slit. Curious, 
Cheryl examined it.


"I think I've seen one of those before. What does it feel like?"


"Mostly it feels great, like a very pleasant tingly feeling. But I can't get 
it off. I tried, but it gave me a nasty jolt through my clit, and I never 
want to feel that again."


The attendant gestured to the waiting line of excited girls.


"Ladies, take your places for the next run!" Hurry now!"


Debbie got out of her car at the front and ran back to Cheryl's car.


"I'm going again," she announced unnecessarily. "Can I have your car, 
Cherry?"


"Of course you can, Debbie!"


"I want to - er - watch the others - er - in case . . . . I didn't see what 
happened to the others last time, because I was in the front."


Cheryl smiled. Last time they had popped two girls near the front because 
the Mayor was on a tight schedule. Next time they would probably go for 
girls further back, but of course they liked them to see one get popped 
somewhere near the front. Like in fifth place, for instance. If she was 
right, Debbie was going to have a closer view of the action than she 
expected!


The attendant turned to Julie and Cheryl. "Are you two going again?


"Maybe later," Cheryl said.


Julie didn't answer immediately. His eyes ran down her beautifully formed 
body, and stopped at the shiny black object peeping from between her pussy 
lips.


"I see you have been allocated elsewhere, young lady. I'm afraid that means 
you will not be taking this particular ride again."


"B-b-but where am I going," she asked.


"Depends," he answered with a smile. "But don't worry, you'll have 
directions."


The other attendants helping girls into the cars laughed at that. Julie 
noticed that Debbie was moving back to take Cheryl's place in the fifth car.


"What do you mean, 'directions'?"


Just then Julie felt a powerful prickly feeling between her legs. It was 
very uncomfortable.


"Ouch!" She said. "It hurts."


"Directions, that's what it is, Miss. Directions. All you have to do is go 
the right way, and it will feel very nice."


"Oh," she said. "Thank you!"


"No trouble at all, Miss. Have a nice day."


Cheryl was jealous. Julie was very lucky to be assigned so quickly. A girl 
could wait days for a chance like that, or she might not be selected at all. 
There were always far more girls than they had places for over the roasting 
pits. At least this year they were making it interesting, with a lot of new 
features, like that roller-coaster. Doing that again would wait, but it 
seemed that the peculiar device controlling Julie would not!


With a little experimentation, Julie discovered that the 'right way' was 
towards where the large crowd of spectators had gathered to watch the riders 
on the roller-coaster. It made her clitoris tingle very pleasantly as she 
walked towards the viewing stand that overlooked the Wall of Death.


"What does it feel like now, Julie?" Cheryl asked.


"It's making my clit tingle like mad. It's great. If it carries on it like 
this I will have a super orgasm in a minute."


The two girls found themselves next to a group of five youngish girls who 
were talking animatedly.


"I dare you, Helen!"


"You can go first if you like, Jane!"


"But Helen, I want to watch it again before I have a go."


"I don't mind going next, Helen. You can all watch me. I bet I don't get 
sliced like Susan. Last time it only sliced Susan and one other girl, and 
there were twelve cars altogether. I counted them."


"All right Tara, but if it doesn't slice you the first time, I dare you to 
go round again!"


"Done!"


"Can I go after Tara, Helen?"


"Yes Ann. But you have to take the same dare as Tara! And then it's Emma's 
turn. Isn't it, Emma?"


"Yes, Helen. And Jane can go last so she can watch everybody. One of us is 
bound to get sliced, especially if we go round twice. In fact it will 
probably slice two of us,if we all go round twice. But if only Tara and Ann 
do it twice it will probably be only one of us." Emma was annoyingly good at 
math, but she was probably right, Helen decided.


"Let's stick with Tara and Ann doing it twice, and if there are four of us 
left we can try more different things before they get all of us."


"All right, Helen," the others agreed in chorus.


Julie and Cheryl listened, fascinated. But then they turned at the sound of 
the roller coaster, to see the first car hurtling down towards the wall. The 
screaming girl disappeared safely into the tunnel, then the second, and the 
third, and the fourth . . .


"Look, Julie, it's Debbie!" Cheryl called as the fifth car appeared. It 
looked so much faster from the side. Just as it seemed to be following the 
others its two halves separated and the wheel carriages at the front took 
Debbie's screaming body up the wall, stretching her ankles wide as she went. 
A second later she met the blade, there was a cascade of blood and guts from 
her belly and a moment later there were just two sides of dripping meat 
hanging from pretty ankles disappearing through the doors into the building 
behind the wall, each with a dangling arm.


"I knew it! If I'd gone round again, that would be me!" Cheryl told her 
cheerfully.


"It's awesome," Julie told her. The sight of a living, breathing, screaming 
girl being sliced in two like that made her feel even closer to an orgasm. 
Her nipples tingled fiercely and she knew that if anything touched her pussy 
she would come instantly. Just then the tingling began again.


Three cars later the girls beside them screamed like mad as a well endowed 
redhead was hauled up the wall and sliced in two. Intoxicated by the sight, 
Julie gasped as pleasure exploded through her body.


"Oh! Oooooh! I can't help it! It's . . . it's too much Cherry! That thing's 
simply awesome!"


Hmmmm, Cheryl thought. They are still doing two girls each run. Things might 
well hot up later in the day! If her guess was right, that thing was 
perfectly capably of handling a complete run of girls. After all, if it 
could handle two, one after the other . . . .


Julie felt a sudden prickly feeling between her legs.


"Aaaaah! It's doing that prickly feeling again, Cherry! It's going to make 
me go somewhere!"


She walked in a circle to see which way it wanted her to go. When she moved 
towards the North the pleasant tingling started again. That was it! That was 
the way to where they had set up a long row of barbecue pits by the 
waterside. She started to follow a path that led in that direction.


"I'll come along if you like, Julie," Cheryl offered.


"Thanks Cherry," she answered. "That's sweet of you."


"I'm just curious to see where they are sending you," Cheryl admitted.


"Were you serious about going on the roller coaster again?" Julie asked.


"Mmmmmm!" Cheryl began. "The moment when I thought I was going up the wall - 
it was incredible. I couldn't take my eyes off the blade as it came closer 
and closer. I could see it slice right through me, I closed my eyes for a 
second and I swear something cold and sharp touched my clitoris. I saw the 
two sides of my meat going through that wall to the butcher's tables inside. 
It was fantastic. The moment I saw what it did to those other girls I knew I 
couldn't keep myself away from it. Not for very long anyway. I won't be able 
to stop thinking about it until I do it again. I don't care if it slices me. 
Maybe I want it to. I don't know. I've just got to do it again."


"I didn't see it properly the first time Cherry," Julie admitted. "I just 
saw the girl starting to go up the wall and before she got to the blade I 
was in the tunnel. It was amazing from here though. I could stay and watch 
it all day."


End of Chapter 1

Spitman October 2000