OLGA and NAOMI
Maximus turned to Primatus and asked his brother, “Have you ever eaten female flesh?”
Primatus said, “No I never had but some of the generals returning from the last forage into Britannia claim that it is exotic and delicious.”
Maximus said, “I’ve never had any either but I hired a chef who has prepared many bitch dishes for the officers of the legions.”
Primatus chided, “Let’s get with it.”
Maximus signaled to the Amazons and they came to him. Maximus asked, “Any of our remaining candidates have any excess fat?”
The Amazon responded, “No you selected nothing but hard bodies.” Primatus said, “OK find two with the plumpest asses that will do.”
The Amazons faded away into the slave holding area. The chef came into the arena. Maximus intruded Croceus to Primatus.
Croceus was head chef for the second legion who sometimes went on excursions for 5 years at a time.
Croceus explained that he had to scrounge product to feed the troops and always found new ways to prepare local food stuffs with local seasonings.
Croceus explained that when he could not find game or foul to satisfy his quota. He sometimes used captured prisoners.
He went on he used both men and women however it seemed that women where more tasty to the troops. He speculated that the preference might be because eating female was masculine and eating men was repulsive.
He gave his list of requirements to the head steward who left to shop or pillage as necessary.
The two girls were presented. Of course none of the women so far had the slightest idea what was in store for them, this pair was no different.
Naomi was a beautiful African of the Zulu tribe. She was tall as the Zulu were a race of giants
Most of the men exceeded 6 ft 6 inches and the females stood in the vicinity of 6ft 3 inches.
Naomi had pearly white teeth and flashing brown eyes. Her breasts were bound in wicker as was the standard for the tribe. Her buttocks were plump yet not flabby and well developed and just aching to be spanked.
However that was not on schedule for this time.
Olga was an exact opposite from the Scandinavian lowlands also tall but not as tall as Naomi perhaps 5ft 6 inches with at least a size 38 bust. And also an outstanding buttocks.
The steward was returning laden with the needed supplies and equipment.
Croceus suggested that the two ladies might be more comfortable tied to a pole.
The Amazons always in attendance readily complied.
The Steward displayed his wares. He brought in a very large oxen and two slaves who he set digging a pit.
Four more slaves carried in buckets of cooking oil and two more carried in a large cooking cauldron.
The chef turned to the Amazons and said, “I want you to give each girl an enema and then repeat it 6 times. I want them cleaned out thoroughly.” Now he turned to Primatus and Maximus and explained. One time an intestine exploded during cooking it was not cleaned in advance and ruined the entire body.
He went on I think I’ll broil one and fry the other. That way your guests will have the choice of cooking methods and the pleasure of the horrible screams as they are cooked.
He explained as he gave directions to the slaves. First I am going to have the oxen slain and gutted then I insert one of the girls, I think the shorter one, the blond inside the cavity I stick a reed in her mouth so she can breathe throughout the cooking process and suffer right up to the very last minute.
The other one the African we will dip for a minute or two into boiling oil then bring her out. We can prolong her cooking for several hours when she stops screaming we just drop her in and cook until crisp.
Croceus said, “Now let’s go enjoy the enema giving. It’s really fun when the third or forth enema is applied.”
He said to the Amazons “Now you can have some more fun. Shave their heads and eyebrows. And all their pubic hair also armpits and every piece of body hair you can find”
He turned to the brothers and said, “Like plucking a chicken before cooking.” The brothers were beginning to appreciate the chef’s expertise.
Now his head butcher came into the arena and slit the oxen’s throat. He allowed the oxen to die but had his apprentices save the blood for his basting liquid.
He had his apprentices remove all four legs and then open its body cavity and harvest all of the organs.
These he sent to the main kitchen for tonight’s feast the girls were for tomorrow night.
The butcher now spread opens the carcass and while his apprentices filled the lower portion where the spine still was attached, with fruits and vegetables.
In the meantime he supervised attaching Olga to the heavy pole that was to be the center of the barbeque spit.
The arena was now a busy place, slaves where lighting fires in the two pits. The cauldron was being filled with the cooking oil. Naomi was still tied in place and horror struck with the thoughts of what was going to be done to Olga and herself.
Olga was now secure to the center pole and lifted and placed on top of the vegetables and fruit that had been coated with a herb and spice laden wine mixture.
Olga was now also basted with the same flagrant mixture and then covered with additional fruit and vegetables which were again sloshed with the spiced wine mixture.
Now the head butcher pulled the body of the oxen closed over Olga, he placed a reed in her mouth for a breathing tube and with all his skill sewed the oxen back into one piece.
His stitches were close and neat. No stitch was more than half and inch form its nearest neighbor.
Now he turned to his apprentices who he had put in charge of this dish. He explained “You have 8 slaves to turn the spit, it will take 12 hours to cook this dish, keep the slaves rotating so that she makes a rotation every minute no faster no slower.” He continued still addressing the apprentices, “You two keep basting the outside of the oxen, it will maintain flavor and keep the oxen’s hide from scorching.”
Now he had two of the slaves pick up the oxen on the spit and placed it in the stanchions on either end of the fire pit. A crank handle was affixed and the slow turning process was begun. Even with the breathing reed in her mouth you could hear Olga’s sobs and moans as the heat seeped into the cavity her moans turned to screams and the audience applauded wildly
The Chef said, “We will broil for 6 hours before we start the frying.” Naomi realized they were talking about frying her and she burst into tears.
The assembled guests were led into the palace for refreshment.
Ceasar Had Two Sons – Chapter 6, by Vikki Williams
To be continued….