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CINDY’S OVEN ROAST ADVENTURE

Part One

Cindy awoke dazed and confused. Her head hurt terribly, her body felt cold and stiff.

She opened her eyes for a moment, blurry figures moved about. She closed them again and wondered where she was. She felt someone tug at her hair then heard a sweet tender voice. Cindy’s eyes shot open.

What the hell? She saw a young and very naked Oriental girl at her head busy braiding her long blonde her. Cindy tried to move yet she couldn't. She is lying on her back with her hips tilted upwards. Her arms bound behind her back, her legs folded to her sides and bound in place.

She lay on some type of counter, bound in a tilted rack; she looked up her trussed and naked body then started to whimper at the sight. Cindy is cramping really bad; her rectum felt like it will explode.

To her horror, a black hose protruded from her rectum to a large enema bag above. She noticed her pussy is completely shaved; in fact, her entire body, except her head, seemed devoid of any hair.

Her flesh shone in the overhead lights. Her mind raced as she absorbed her situation.

“You have beautiful hair!” Mai Yum complimented Cindy as she continued her task.

Cindy looked up at her again in disbelief. “What are you doing to me?” Mai Yum gave her a wink then smiled, “Something beautiful” Cindy remembered her now; she was in the van. It all came back in a flash. Jenny and she had been walking home from class.

She remembered the slow-moving van. They had picked up their pace, so had the van. She remembered shadowy figures jumping out of its side door, Quickly grabbing them and pulled, screaming, into the van.

Mai Yum was in the van helping them. She assisted by handing her captors a smelly rag.

“I see you’re finally awake!” The voice startled Cindy as she turned her head to find where it came from. Over her trussed up ass, she saw a familiar face; she is fear-stricken. It is Mrs. Baker, her Culinary Arts Instructor “How is my little butterball doing?” She patted Cindy lightly on her meaty buttocks.

“Mrs. Baker, why are you doing this to me?” Cindy cried out. “How sweet, my little hen, you are one of my brightest students. Take a look around, I think you can figure it out!”

Cindy didn't know what to think, yet scanning around the room made her gasp. She is in an industrial-size kitchen, with prep tables and some of the biggest ovens she had ever seen. Cindy began to cry, ”You’re going to eat me!” Hearing her own words frightened her.

“Don’t be silly, my little chicken, you have to be properly prepared and roasted before anyone gets to eat you.” Mai Yum giggled at Mrs. Bakers' funny joke. Cindy, of course, is not amused.

Mai Yum finished with one braid and began working on the other side. ”She’s going to make a pretty roast,” Mai Yum commented. “Do you think she will taste better than me?” Mrs. Baker smiled at her little charge. “Its all in the recipe, my little yum-yum.

Master Chef will bring out your full flavors as well, I promise.” Mai Yum smiled and went back to braiding.

Cindy couldn't believe what she is hearing, was it even possible that someone would really want to be food? She felt sick in her stomach. Cindy’s thoughts are scrambled, she is scared and felt like she is going in shock.

She wondered about Jenny.

Had her girlfriend escaped and left her to suffer at the hands of these wolves? Maybe Jenny is with the police right now, telling them everything she knew about the kidnapping, and maybe, maybe, maybe. She thought of every conceivable way she could be rescued. At least Jenny might be safe.

Cindy felt a tug at the hose in her rectum. Mrs. Baker is twisting and tugging on it. Cindy bit down on her lower lip as her anus resisted opening, preventing the tube from coming out. Damn! I'd hoped it would have been easier coming out then it was going in!

Mrs. Baker cracked her knuckles before giving it another try. Cindy couldn't understand why it was so difficult to pull the horrible one-inch tube out her rectum. Hell, she wanted the awful thing out of her rectum so she could expel the cramping water from her bowels.

Mrs. Baker grabbed one of Cindy’s buttocks to help spread her before yanking the hose once more.

Cindy felt a sharp pain and screamed as her rectum gave way to the massive bulb lodged up in her rectum. She is sweating and her skin went clammy, some liquid leaked from her anus.

“Help me tip her up, Yummy,” Mrs. Baker asked as she plugged up Cindy’s rectum with her middle finger, inserting it all the way to the third knuckle. Cindy gasped as the wiggly intruder tickled her sore rectum.

Mai Yum helped Mrs. Baker tilt the rack; the wedge-shaped rack stood on its end, giving Cindy a clear view of the metal sink below her buttocks. She didn't hesitate to expel the solution from her rectum when Mrs. Baker popped her finger out. Cindy gritted her teeth tightly, she pushed hard to force out the brown, soupy liquid. She could smell the stinky waste.

“You go, girl!” Mai Yum cheered her on like it was some kind of event.

Mrs. Baker using a sink hose, wash her bottom and rectum. Squirt the sink down as the blast has gone everywhere

Cindy whimpered as the last of the foul water dripped from her rectum.

”High fruit and fiber diet I see!” Mrs. Baker mused as she wiped Cindy’s buttocks.

Cindy felt humiliated, both by her captors' giggles and the fact she is being tilted back over. She kept begging to be released yet each new plea it is met with even cruder jokes. Mrs. Baker reached for the enema bag and pulled it from the hook. Cindy heard the water running and she knew she was in for another flushing.

“All finished,” Mai Yum pepped up, all cheery.

Mrs. Baker smiled dearly at her, “Very nice, Yummy! Now be a dear and fetch me the cart.” Mai Yum hopped off her stool and skipped to the other end of the kitchen.

This was the first time Cindy could see her whole frame. Mai Yum is very petite, with a cupcake butt and perky little breasts, both crowned with chocolate nipples. She couldn’t guess her age, Asians seemed to look younger than they really were. She acted young yet Cindy guesses her close in age.

Cindy watched as she grabbed one of the two kitchen carts at the back wall. Cindy’s eyes watered up as she noticed a large roasting pan sitting on top of the cart. Cindy’s attention shifted to new pressure on her rectum. She screamed as Mrs. Baker applied even more pressure.

Cindy felt like she was going to be split in half as the 4-inch bulb inched its way in. How she got it in before is a mystery to her. Cindy just passed out as she felt a pop, making it easier for Mrs. Baker to finish her cleaning.

Cindy is a bird flying freely in the air, swooping and darting, singing sweetly as she floated. The clouds looked like marshmallows and the sun is a big lemon drop in the sky.

Suddenly she felt herself getting heavy, even heavier as she falls to earth. She tumbled and dropped from the sky, her birdy wings could no longer flap.

Her birdie body felt stiff. She chirped at the approach of a girl who, incidentally, looked a lot like Mai Yum. The girl gently lifted her. Cindy sang her little bird song; the little girl cupped her in her delicate hands. her song is interrupted by pressure on her body, birdy is stressed, starts to hurt.

The bird struggled as the little girl starts to spit her on a skewer stick.

Cindy awoke to new pain in her rectum. She is no longer on the sink counter. She realized she is on the kitchen cart. Oh, shit; she is sitting in the roasting pan.

She focused up her trussed body to the new source of pain. Mrs. Baker is forcing a rather large blunt stick up her rectum. Cindy screamed and thrashed with her only movable parts, head, hands, and feet.

Finally, the rod filling her asshole reaches its desired point, a clamp at the base of the rod inserted into Cindy’s stretched anus. Mrs. Baker slowly removed the rod, and then examined the results. Cindy was horrified at her gaping cavity, exposing her abused colon. “Now was that so bad?” Mrs. Baker asked as she rubbed Cindy’s clit.

Try putting a pipe up your ass and see how you like it! Cindy cried back, angrily.

I have! Mrs. Baker said, smilingly. I have a little gift for you, Mrs. Baker cooed as she continued to rub her captive’s moist pussy.

Cindy could feel herself getting aroused, humiliated at the thought that she had no control over her own body. Trussed up, she is unable to resist the friendly assault of a stiff finger.

Instructor, her teacher, her captor is rubbing her clit forcing yet another degree of pleasure over her body. Cindy closed her eyes and moaned she hated the fact that this is feeling so good.

Her eyes opened as the finger withdrew. Mrs. Baker is moving away, disappearing behind her uptilted ass.

How cruel, not to bring her off!

Cindy turned towards the sink as she heard farting and gushing water: Mai Yum is sitting on the sink counter, her ass over the sink expelling her self-induced enema. “We have to escape out of here,” she cried to Yum as she refilled her enema bag.

Why? Mai Yum asked, with an uninterested gesture.

Because Mrs. Baker is going to kill us and eat us! Cindy cried out to her.

Don’t be silly, Mistress not kill us. We are to become one with Master Chef and his guest.

What the heck are you talking about?

Cindy found little hope in getting this girl to set her free. These people had her all screwed up.

Yet she had to try, maybe a little reverse psychology would work.

First, she needed to find out what Yum knew about this place, this oneness.

I can’t wait to be one with them.

Yes, It will be beautiful, Mai Yum winced as she reinserted the bulb enema hose in her rectum.

How do we become one with them?

Yum released the clamp and lay back. Cindy could see a slight smile on her face; obviously, she is enjoying the wet filling she is getting. Master Chef will transform us into culinary beings then present us to the Epicureans.

How will master transform us? Cindy had to ask again. Mai Yum was masturbating while the bag empties inside her.

She stops for a moment. Roast oven, silly! Mai Yum giggled.

You said they weren't going to kill us!

You are silly again!

I said Mistress not kill us! We are placed in the glorious oven and receive its radiant gift of transformation.

Cindy was getting sick to her stomach; this chick was out there!

Part Two

Roasted alive?

Cindy’s mind is racing, could this nutty chick be serious? She seems to know what was going on and she was accepting it willingly.

How do we get to be one with the Epicureans?

Cindy asked yet in the back of her mind she knew the answer.

‘Our deliciously transformed body is shared by all.’

“They are going to eat us!” Cindy lost it and tried to point it out to Mai Yum. It didn't seem to faze her about being turned into food, She pulls the bulb hose and expels a second time.

She is masturbating as she expelled. This cannibal talk seemed to be turning on Mai Yum. Cindy’s own pussy moistened watching Mai Yum bringing herself off again.

Cindy wished she could touch her own pussy, wished Mrs. Baker was rubbing it still. Oh shit, did she just think that?

Mai Yum brought her wet fingers to her mouth and licked off her own sweet nectar. Cindy could hear her sucking and smacking her lips. Damn! This is no place to get turned on!

Do a good job, Yummy! Yes, Mistress Baker. Mrs. Baker had returned and is holding a thrilling vibrator in her hand.

I see you have been working yourself up, my young hen! Mrs. Baker can see wet, Cindy’s is embarrassed. This will help scratch that little itch in your twat.

No, no, Cindy protested as the vibrator slid in like butter.

She is crying, yet her mind is screaming yes! Mrs. Baker snaps a small clip to her swollen clit; it links a small chain to the vibrator.

At her ass risen angle the vibrator just sinks in. It came alive with the flick of a switch. Even the clip biting on her clit vibrated.

Cindy felt a rising fire, an orgasm so quickly? she had never felt such

intensity. She writhed helplessly in her bound state.

Cindy instinctively tightened her sphincter to recall the wedged clamp holding her anus open.

She closed her blue eyes tight and chewed on her lower lip.

Cindy no longer cared that she was putting on a show for Mrs. Baker and Mai Yum.

All that matters was her impending orgasm. She wondered if increased hormone level was best for roasting meat. The chemicals released could make the meat, her meat, more flavorful. She can't believe she is thinking of this while trying to cum.

Many faces and places filled Cindy’s mind as she creeps closer and closer to orgasm. Old boyfriends, kinky roommates, even Mrs. Baker flashed in her brain. All seducing her in one fashion or another, yet Mrs. Baker's image seems more vivid.

Cindy is lying on her side atop a plate, her wrists are bound to her ankles, parsley garnishing her plate.

Mrs. Baker as a giantess. She sits at her table looking down and very hungry, looking ready to enjoy her meal.

Cindy’s pussy screamed with delight at the premise. She felt the chopsticks poke her tenderly, checking her meat’s firmness.

The chopsticks open, one slid down over her breast the other across her back. There is a slight pressure as her breasts are squeezed against her chest. The chopsticks firmly held her as they lifted her from the plate.

The giantess brought her little morsel to her face; she sniffed for

freshness. She turned her over, checking the tidbit from different

angles. With a smile on her face, she gave her Sushi girl a little lick

across her buttocks. The morsel moaned as her tongue wet her buttocks.

The giantess brought her to a small bowl of white sauce. The sushi girl looked down between her legs as her hips hovered over the creamy liquid. She was dipped in. The cool sauce tingled as it coated her thighs. She felt the hint of horseradish as her sensitive lips burned from the spice.

The giantess brought the Cindy morsel back to her lips, this time opening her watering mouth. The sushi girl gasped as her hips enter the hot and damp, the mistresses' lips wrapping around her upper thighs and lower back. The giantess sucked for the moment, rolling her tongue across her succulent labia.

She smirked as she felt her tongue become doused with cum.

She released the chopsticks and sucks her in deeper, only her head, arms and lower legs stuck out her mouth. Cindy kicks about!

Inside, the mistress' tongue tasted the tender morsel all over. She lapped up between her thighs and across her firm little breasts. Highly noticeable was the fact that her nipples were hard The tongue really doing a number on her. A moist spongy assault.

The sushi girl continued to moan as she surrendered her body to her tasting. The giantess opened her mouth slightly drew her in further; leaving only her bound feet and hands stuck out her mouth. The tasting continues with the tongue slashing across her face.

The giantess raised an eyebrow at the strange sensation in her mouth; her little fish is actually sucking at the tip of her tongue. ‘What a sweet gesture,’ she thought, as she resumed sucking on her tasty treat.

The giantess decided not to chew her food; she deserved to feel her stomach, to be slowly digested, to feel the totality of her tasty self. The giantess’ used the tip of her tongue to nudged the sushi girl deeper in, her hands and feet popped inside, like a spaghetti, slurped Cindy is in.

She slid to her gullet feeling every bumpy nub of the giantess’ slick

tongue. The gullet muscle gripped her hips like a vise, the pressure

causing her eyes to bulge and her face to go taut as she is swallowed.

She climaxed hard, in one long gulp.

Cindy screamed as she reached the most intense climax she has ever had.

She whimpered as she realized she is still in the kitchen, still trussed up lying in a roasting pan.

Mrs. Baker is laying whole potatoes under her rack and in the pan. Mai Yum is still on the sink counter, her whole hand in her vagina masturbating as she received yet another enema.

Cindy could not believe the fantasy had just had, how she could even get off on being eaten.

She tried to recall her science class Was there anything she had studied that could explain her reaction to this situation?

The vibrator still vibrating in her quivering pussy, it is making it hard for her to think.

Finally, she cried out to Mrs. Baker. Please, I can’t take this anymore! The vibrator is bringing her off again.

Just let it do its job honey hen, you will be tastier than ever, Mrs. Baker said smiling.

Cindy’s heart jumped as her cart began to move; fearful where Mrs. Baker was bringing her yet glad she was being pushed away from the massive ovens.

Mrs. Baker pushed the cart past Mai Yum who is excelling again. You sit tight, Yummy, and I’ll be back to prep you.

Yes, Mistress, Yum replied, water spurting out her ass clean and clear.

Cindy is pushed out of the kitchen and down a short hall; she tilted her head back to see a large door. It looked like a meat locker, with a handle latch and all.

Mrs. Baker unlatched and opened the door.

She could feel the cool air as it escaped; she got goosebumps, adding to her fears. She could hear a strange sound coming from within. Her cart is moving again; into the cooler. Cindy's eyes grew wide at the sight ahead of her.

At the corner of the cooler is her roommate, her best friend, Jenny. She had not escaped as she had hoped; she is bound to a rack, yet tied differently, she sits in her own roasting pan.

Her red hair is braided in pigtails, her green eyes closed and mouth opened, she moaned continuously. Her freckled body is bound tightly to a curved rack causing her freckled hips to curve up as her legs and arms bent and tucked to her side gave the look of a suckling pig.

Cindy thought she looked deliciously sexy in that position, then gasped at such a thought...

Part Three

Cindy’s cart is pushed closer to her poor girlfriend, yet Jenny did not respond to their unhappy reunion; she seemed preoccupied. What amazed Cindy most is the fact that Jenny was sweating in this cold room, and her body seemed to quiver, and then stiffen, only to quiver again.

She could see her green eyes. They are glazed over; she is not here, her mind seems elsewhere. Mrs. Baker slid the cart up beside Jennys' bundle body.

Cindy parked headfirst against the wall giving her full view of Jenny's upturned ass. “Pure torture,” Cindy gasped, as she realized what is sending her girlfriend to la, la land.

Jenny also had a similar clamp holding her anal open, yet it was the two fat vibrators wedged into her cum-saturated pussy. Jenny is making all kinds of sounds. It is sexual torture, not just for Jenny.

Cindy’s pussy responded in kind as if it had a choice. Cindy knew it is nothing more than the brain receiving and sending signals, responding to sounds an smells from her other senses. It is sexual, the sound of vibrators menacing buzz, her own body betrays her.

“You two have fun, while I prep my little ducky,” Mrs. Baker broke Cindy's sexual wave. She flicked her vibrator to its highest setting. She lingered a moment to watch her hen respond to the intensified stimulation. Cindy’s eyes closed tight, her mouth opened wide, then wider. Mrs. Baker loved these moments.

Cindy's head tilts back as far as it could go. “Ooowwweowww” was all that came out in a steady stream as she rode the wave to orgasm.

She didn't even know Mrs. Baker walks out, she is too involved with the waves of heat generating from her pussy Her whole being is focused on her sopping wet pink labia.

Her trussed body meant nothing; her impending fate is far from her, she wants to climax, she needs to climax. That is the only feeling that is real at the moment and she has to have it.

Her brain tingled as bioelectric impulses surged to her cortex. She found herself humping the vibrator as best she could. Hating and loving every second. Her imagination drifted. She looked towards her friend; no help would come from her. Cindy even questioned if she wanted help. Of course, she did; her life depended on it. Cindy's eyes glazed as she watched Jenny cum again.

She could see Jenny, slowly turning over a spit. A big, fat pig-faced man was basting her with sweet BBQ sauce. The sticky glaze smeared all over her pink body. He grunted and poked Large double prong fork into her juice-dripping buttock. Jenny moaned around the spit, sticking out her mouth.

The pigman grunted again, quite satisfied that his roasted piggy is ready to eat. He lifted the little piggy off the coals than gently setting her down at a nearby platter set upon a large picnic table. Jenny moaned again as she feels a tug than a pull as the long spit is removed from her body.

With a loud grunt, the pig face fatty called to his offspring. Pigs big and small hungry with smiles galore. A treat indeed this roasted Jenny meat. They gathered all for their lunch.

Snorts and sniffs as a group of pig-beast formed a line, holding plates in their chubby hands. Waiting to be filled with Jenny's meat.

Jenny squealed as a fork poked into her tender asscheek, she squealed even louder as he began to carve off a slice of buttock steak. Fatty goodness for a growing swine. “Here!” With a grunt, as he dropped a steak onto a plate.

Slice by slice, first one cheek then the other, her flesh surrenders, forced to relinquish her roasted flesh to the unyielding blade. Jenny continued to squeal with each carving. Reducing her plump ass to nothing. She could see each plate carried off. A little piece of herself each time.

Older and larger pig faces beasty lined up next. Grunting out specialty items, one by one Jenny's limbs were cut off.

One wants her feet, another some shank. Piece by piece and cut-by-cut she squealed and moaned. Only her torso and head remained as she squirmed.

She looked about, having a full view of the eaters as they gorge on her delicious meat. Jenny’s attention shifts to a big fat pig face chef. He lifts her torso and turns her over on her back. He is ready for his favorite part, her sweet pussy will do nicely for starters, He drools as he plans to gorge himself.

He bent down and bit into her roasted pussy. Jenny squealed and scream as her pussy is mauled, biting and chewing feeding into his mouth. Not stopping he gorges on her inners, he grunts loudly, bloody mouth all.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Cindy experienced another intense orgasm. She stiffens and doused the tormenting vibrator with her sweet nectar. It is the most intense fantasy her mind had ever produced. She felt guilty of bringing her girlfriend to help her orgasm.

She cursed the blasted vibrator, still controlling her, still swimming between her sopping labia.

Relentlessly, it is attempting to alter her sexual nature. Seems like her captors had this all worked out; they were using this friendly tool, this love toy, to turn her. They wished to transform her sexual desires to a more bizarre craving.

Please pull them out, I can't take it anymore! The low raspy voice her girlfriend. She isn't sure if Jenny was addressing her or the air. She still looked out in space. Please, Cindy, take them out! Jenny’s freckled face turned to her.

Her green glassy eyes pleaded with her. What the hell, couldn't she see she was in the same situation?

Jenny whimpered. Maybe she realized the foolishness of her request.

Why are they doing this to us, are they going to rape us? Jenny cried out as another sexual spark started to take form. Cindy is stricken by her question. Hadn't she noticed where she is, What she lay in? Had she slept through her cleaning ordeal?

Cindy envied her for not knowing. Ignorance is so appealing at this moment, yet this moment would not last. Soon, so very soon, the reality of the ovens would come.

She wondered if she should tell her; would it help her to know the

truth? Cindy looked. Jenny is giving off a low continuous moan.

She is on another sexual ride. Cindy is glad she didn't have to tell. Let her enjoy some final pleasures.

Let her enjoy the moment, let her mind escape from this horrible place.

Cindy could feel herself slipping, bending to the vibrator’s will. Would it break her, seems to be doing a good job on Jenny. She envisioned her vibrator is a steel spit driving deeper and deeper up her pussy.

Cindy caught herself smiling at the thought. It made her mad, or was she going mad? She attempts to analyze her plight. It is getting harder for her to concentrate. The right side of her brain needs to rest; she needed to rely on the left side of her brain to combat this or surrender.

With a clank the door opened. Cindy could not see the door across from her trussed-up hips, but she could hear the familiar cartwheels. She began to weep.

She didn't realize she is weeping. Her left-brain is running things at the moment. Cindy could hear the genital talk. Mrs. Baker is telling Mai Yum what parts of her body she is going to eat.

I hope my breasts taste delicious to you, Mistress! Cindy liked Mai Yum’s broken English. It sounded innocent, so

international. Mrs. Baker and Yummy were having a strange moment, it sounds more like a mother putting a child down to bed with a lovely story.

Mai Yum is slid next to Cindy. Amazed at how peaceful she looked even though she was tightly bound to a rotisserie spit.

Mrs. Baker diverted Cindy’s attention as she rubbed Cindy’s swollen clit.

Mrs. Baker cooed, Don’t cry, baby bird, I brought you Yummy. You can keep each other company while I make the stuffing.

Cindy’s eyes widened as Mrs. Baker tapped lightly at her clamped open rectum. Mrs. Baker loved these teachable moments when a student's eyes and ears were open.

Cindy realized the reason her colon is cleaned and wide open. These monsters are going to stuff her with wet, gooey stuffing mix...

Part Four

All three girls moaned continuously as Mrs. Baker examined her bounty. The smells of sex were heavy in the cool air.

Mrs. Baker smiled. She stood by Jenny, brushing back her bangs.

Cindy can see Jenny's legs shake uncontrollably. Another orgasm!

Jenny whimpered a plea, but no reply is given.

Instead, Mrs. Baker bent down and kissed Jenny's open mouth. Cindy is surprised, it looks like Jenny is hungrily kissing her back.

Are they French kissing? It seems so from Cindy's advantage.

Jenny’s eyes are closed yet she is definitely responding to the tonguing.

Cindy is getting turned on again, her pussy is beyond her control. Jenny climaxing again. Mrs. Baker withdrew from her lips. Very tasty, indeed, she stroked Jenny’s face. Jenny getting lost again in her own little world.

Mrs. Baker’s attention turned to Cindy. Cindy’s heart jumped, such a hungry look in her teacher’s eyes. “I don’t want to die,” she cried softly to Mrs. Baker as she rubbed her swollen clit. “We all die, my little hen; some get to die more exotically.”

Mrs. Baker put her finger to Cindy’s lips. She took it into her mouth and began to suck on it. That’s better, my tender butterball, Just relax and enjoy the day. Tonight you shall join our members in a feast of plenty.

Mrs. Bakers bent over Cindy's trussed body to lick around her stuffed vagina. She is driving Cindy wild with expert tongue-manship. a lick, a suck, and a nibble. at a time to times sucking on her swollen clit.

Cindy came hard, as Mrs. Baker bit down softly on her muff. ‘Eat it,’ her mind cried. It is the left side of her brain taking over again.

No right-minded person would ever want this. She has had the greatest orgasms she had ever felt in her life.

Mrs. Baker kissed Cindy deeply and Cindy kissed back tasting more of her own sweet juices. What are they doing to her?

Mrs. Baker broke her embrace and licked her cheek to her earlobe she whispers. I have a treat for your sweet pussy when we prepare you for the oven, so seductively she nibbles. Cindy only moaned in response, her eyes closed as if in a dream. Her mind drifted.

The giantess sat at her table once more. Cindy lay unbound on a plate; beside her lay Mai Yum. They embraced and kissed as the giantess cut open a long bread roll and set it on another plate. They hardly noticed the mayo being spread across its spongy surface. They hardly seemed to care as the giantess apply lettuce atop of that.

The two cold cuts frolicked in a lovers’ squirm, each working the other into a frenzy. The giantess smiled to see such love the morsels had for each other. Seem to selfish to eat them.

Her stomach grumbled, her hunger will win, it always wins. The Giantess peeled them apart, pulling Cindy up by her little wrist.

Mai Yum pouted and waited anxiously to rejoin her. The giantess laid the Cindy slice on the wet bed of lettuce.

Cindy shifted to get comfortable as she sprawled on her back. She stretched her legs at one end and her arms over her head.

She smiled, all tingly inside as she waited. She could see the butter knife, loaded with mayo, coming toward her. She wormed playfully as it spread up her legs, over her crotch, up her belly, lightly scraping over her hardened nipples, then smearing her face.

She licked a little of the creamy condiment, tasting its cool flavor. Cindy smiled when she saw her playmate hovering over her. The Giantess held her by her tiny feet; she dangled for the moment before being laid over the Cindy slice.

Mai Yum lightly grabbed Cindy’s ankles, her face buried into Cindy’s

mayonnaise crotch. Mai Yum already started licking Cindy’s pussy as her own crotch settled at Cindy’s face. A return gesture quickly ensued. The mayo squished out from all sides as they gyrated their bodies, pressing themselves as close together as they could.

The Giantess smiled and paused a moment to watch her tender slices enjoy their last meal. More mayo was applied, Mai Yum’s head pushed down further into Cindy’s crotch for the moment.

The butter knife dropped a thick glop onto Mai Yum’s back, then spread it down to her feet. As it had passed over her buttocks, some of the mayo forced her buttocks open, letting the cool creamy mayo run down her crotch.

Cindy’s face was smashed down by Mai Yom’s yummy clit and she sucked hard. The girl slices were oblivious to the outside world now. They licked, sucked and nibbled while the Giantess built her sandwich. She laid more lettuce over them, next came the tomatoes, then a nice slice of mothers’ milk cheese.

The Giantess closed her sandwich with the top roll. Cindy and Yum stopped licking as Giantess' hands pressed down on the sandwich. The pressure forcing air from their lungs. Finally, the pressure withdrew and wet air filled their lungs again. Both girls picked up the pace; they wanted to climax before they were eaten.

The Giantess lifts the girl sandwich to her mouth, easily pushing three inches into her mouth. Cindy could feel the pressure at her lower legs. Increasing pressure. The Giantess is wasting no time biting into the sandwich. a sharp pressure biting into on her lower legs, she sucked Mai Yum’s clit harder as did Mai Yum. She felt the pain in her arms and sucked faster.

Sharp teeth knifed through Cindy’s lower legs and Mai Yum’s forearms. Cindy bit hard on her clit, she can hear the sweet moans of Mai Yum. The Giantess chews her first bite. Delicious!

She could feel warm blood flowing from her severed legs. Mai Yum is now darting her tongue into Cindy’s vagina. Cindy followed her lead. They want to cum before they are devoured.

The Giantess takes another bite into her waiting mouth. Now the pressure started at the small of Cindy’s back. Mai Yum is cumming all over Cindy’s face, yet Cindy hadn’t orgasmed!

She could feel Mai Yum’s chest push into her pelvic bone. Nooooo' I want to cum! she cried out.

Mai Yum bit down hard on Cindy’s swollen clit. Cindy exploded, then bitten away.

Cindy is spazzing as she returns to the real world, she is a sweaty mess. She looked over to Jenny; she was still out of it and moaning.

Cindy came around again to the sounds of humping, Again her pussy came alive as she watched her teacher working over Mai Yum’s tender form. Half of Mrs. Bakers' forearm is sawing deep inside Yummy’s rectum. Their lips locked tight, Mai Yum seemed to be enjoying it, wanting more.

Cindy’s pussy acting up again. Her right-brain questioned how many times a girl could climax before she ran dry. Her left side said forever...

Part Five

The continuous sexing is driving Cindy mad; she an animal in a trap, wishing to gnaw her way out. Sweat had formed beads, then chilled, only to repeat as her body heated with each new spark of sexual torture.

She heard the cooler door. Fear consumed her once more; was it time? Footsteps approached, Mai Yum smiled.

Cindy can see a chef’s hat and then her face. It is Mrs. Baker, wearing a chef’s outfit, with an apron tied nicely about her hips.

A nice white Chef’s uniform is the last thing Cindy wants to see. Her trussed up body is on the menu.

The strange nervous tingle in her tummy is overshadowed by the wailing vibrator at work in her vagina.

Mai Yum moaned in joy, Cindy whimpered in fear, Jenny squealed as she climaxed. Chef Baker just smiled watching her three little tasty treats, all bound and ready to go. She pulled a juicy apple from her apron pocket, winked at Cindy.

Cindy watches the chef. She looks at Jenny. She is semi-awake, yet just barely. Chef Baker hid her red delicious behind her back as she bends to give Jenny a little kiss. She kissed back, most likely by reflex, but Cindy isn’t sure.

Master Chef is ready for you! Chef Baker whispered as her lips parted. Jenny just closed her eyes, not fully understanding what that meant. Chef Baker brought the apple to Jenny’s lips. She opened her mouth, again by reflex, she feels the apple force its way into her mouth, forcing her to open wider.

Jenny’s eyes flew open as she began to gag, the apple pushed further still, wedging it good Jenny bit down to relieve the pressure in her jaw. Trapping the apple securely.

Cindy cried as she watched her scared classmate begin to panic, trying desperately to dislodge her jaw-ripping apple. But alas! it is no use; the red juicy apple is wedged nicely between her pink puffy lips.

She murmured her cries to Cindy but she couldn’t help her; Mai Yum only seemed to be getting excited as Jenny thrashed and jerked in her bonds. Her muffled cries grow worse as she was pulled out of her corner. I’ll be back shortly! Chef Baker mused as she rolled her terrified piglet out of the cooler.

Cindy screamed as chef left the cooler door opened, she hopes that someone might hear her and call for help, yet no one came, and worse the door clanked shut. Cindy is hyperventilating. Her heart is racing, she is sobbing up a storm.

They take her to transform her! Mai Yum moaned out in between her orgasms.

At this point, Cindy disliked her, how cold, how awful. Mai Yum to be getting off on Jenny’s meaningless destruction.

You can die if you want to, but we don’t want to! Cindy screamed at her harshly.

Cindy didn't get a response. Mai Yum giggle humps her vibrator.

Cindy had to get away from here, she had to wish herself away. She didn't want to think about Jenny and the awful thing

that could be happening to her. She thought about sailing with her daddy, crystal clear waters and blue skies.

Cindy lay on the boat deck, sunbathing, her cherry bottoms soaking up the sun. Her mother rubbed suntan oil on her soft golden back, she moaned with delight. It was a beautiful day, a tender moment in time. Her father looked sharp at the steering column, captaining the Dolcetta.

He looked back and smiled at his little darling and she smiled back.

Her sunglasses hid the sweet twinkle in her eye!

Then, suddenly,

CRASH! CRUNCH! SMASH! and SCREAMS!

All is hazy as her mind shifted.

The island seemed so far away yet it gave her hope, she had to make it.

Why else would an island pop up out of nowhere? It was there for her, the fear and thrill of being eaten by sharks had passed.

She vaguely remembered the screaming and a horrible slurping sound. The island inched closer with every stroke.

She could see tropical trees lining the sandy beach, waves breaking on the shore!

Finally, she made it to shore, collapsing as she crawled from the water. She lay there naked, sand and salt sticking to her drying body. Seaweed stuck in her crusted blonde hair. She began to doze from the exhausting swim; so sleepy, so sleepy;

Cindy was jolted awake as dozens of birds squawked and fluttered from the trees. Cindy lifted her head and caught sight of a pretty Asian girl breaking from a clearing.

Mai Yum was running frantically darting down the beach, looking back where she came from. She squealed as tribal hunters emerged from the dark jungle.

Mai Yum didn't see Cindy lying before her as she tripped over her. Her almond eyes gave a shocked look as she stared at Cindy.

She didn't seem to care that a half dozen hunters were fast approaching.

Mai Yum has never seen a white girl before? Whatever the case, it is too late! The hunters are finally upon them, looking quite pleased that they had found a bonus for the nights' feast. In no time both girls are trussed up and swinging from bamboo poles, shunters carried an end of a pole on their shoulders.

Cindy swung from side-to-side, feeling very uncomfortable with the beach sand scratching her tender crotch.

Her captors sang songs of good cheer, and, as they grew closer to their village, sounds of joy and clapping could be heard from the direction they were heading.

Mai Yum talked in her Asian island tongue, which Cindy could,

surprisingly, understand. They talked about many things, about the

hunt, about the prize, about the feast.

Each year a great hunt would take place. an able village girl would

be selected to challenge. for queenship. If she was fast enough, smart enough,

and lucky enough to elude them ‘til sundown

Cindy is a gift from the sea, given to them on this very special day. She could see she had brought great joy to the village, she hoped she wouldn't disappoint them.

In the village center. A large pot sat upon a stack of wood. A woven basket sat beside it, having a tall wooden pole in its center. Cindy could see much shorter poles circling around the center pole.!

Both Cindy and Mai Yum were untied, yet it is only temporary. They were led to the basket and forced on their knees. Cindy looked down at the eight-inch spike between her legs as they positioned her.

She felt two hands grabbing a buttock each, pulling them apart as they lowered her to the spike. She let out a yelp as the tapered end entered her asshole. Her rectum gave little resistance to the slick staff as she slid down towards its base.

She could hear Mai Yum squealing from behind, obviously experiencing the same treatment. When Cindy’s buttocks felt the bottom of the basket, she felt relieved. She didn't think she could take another inch of the hard spike up her rectum.

Cindy’s arms are lifted up and she felt the back of Mai Yum’s

hands. Over and over a girl circled twine around them. It tied her and Mai Yum together to the pole.

Cindy’s arms are lowered and brought behind her. Her wrist ended at Mai Yum’s lap where they were tied together.

Likewise, Mai Yum’s hands landed in Cindy’s crotch and were tied. Cindy spit out the twine as her legs were pulled forward from her kneeling position.

“Ouch! That hurts!” she yelled, as they lifted her legs straight up. The onlookers cheered at the foreign tongue; they didn’t know the words. Mai Yum is yelping, too, as they felt each other’s toes.

The spikes are threatening to tear their rectums. More twine was wrapped by another girl, almost prancingly, as she circled the

basket.

Finally, their legs were let to drop. Cindy kicked a little, enjoying the only movement she had left. Of course, her hands were able to move, and she made use of them by rubbing Mai Yum’s pussy. Likewise, Mai Yum returned the favor.

While men rubbed a sticky ointment over the girls’ bodies, the women passed before the Queen Mother, with an offering for the pot.

Each approving nod, each offering is placed in the basket. Cindy watched as the basket became full of all kinds of vegetables, all native to the island. She is to share their fate as part of the ingredients.

Cindy’s attention turned to the platform, the Queen Mother tapped her skull-head staff.

Cindy and Mai Yum’s basket was lifted.

The basket centered nicely over the mouth of the great pot of boiling water, leaving ample room to set the basket into the pot. Cindy had goosebumps as they hovered momentarily over the bubbly milky water. The basket released, sink quickly, the water engulfed Cindy and Mai Yum.

Some vegetables floated while others sank with the basket. The water stings, hot springs hot.

Mai Yum continued to rub her pussy, giving her some sort of comfort.

A woman holding a large plant, which resembled an eggplant is for Cindy. Her eyes widened as it is forced into her mouth. It tasted different then she had imagined; it tasted more like corn, covered in butter. Something sticky prevented her from dislodging it, she was now unable to speak.

The chefs gentle stirs the boiling water. Both girls moaned behind their vegetable gags, both writhing in their sisterhood of soup.

The chef poured a spoonful of the steaming hot soup over Cindy’s head, then Mai Yum’s. They could both smell the delicious cooking fragrance emanating from the stewing pot, knowing it was them.

Mai Yum is sticking the plantain into Cindy’s blistering pussy, helping her to cope,

It became soft yet easily slides in and out of her pussy.

At last Cindy cums, It is intense! She cried then smiled knowing she was adding a little something extra to the soup.

Cindy awoke from her fantasy as her cart is being pulled from the corner; she could see Chef Baker smiling down at her. Her white apron was marked with stuffing stains and dried blood.

Poor Jenny, they killed her and now it is her turn. Cindy began to panic as she realized she couldn't talk. She looked down cross-eyed at her mouth, to her shock a short cut corncob was wedged in her mouth and a couple of metal cob holders were poked into her cheeks.

“Yes I know my little hen, you are anxious to get into the oven.” Chef Baker teased, as she pushed her to the door.

Cindy whimpered like a puppy as she is taken out of the cooler and pushed down the hall, heading back to the dreaded kitchen. She frantically looked everywhere as she entered the kitchen. It is active with a half dozen men and women, busy preparing all sorts of foods for tonight’s feast.

Her eyes grew larger as she spotted Jenny on a counter. She is still alive, yet her rectal clamp has been replaced by a thermometer sticking out her butt.

The double vibrators now replaced by a bunch of thick carrots. Each wedged in a circle bunch stretching vagina.

As her cart passed her poor classmate she could see the terror in her eyes. Jenny’s chin rested on a T-bar; the strap around her neck leaving little room to turn her head. Their weeping eyes met, Cindy knows her girlfriend finally understand.

Jenny’s eyes broke away and looked past Cindy, in the direction Cindy is heading. Cindy crooked her head back and is immediately struck with a strange combination of fear and excitement: of course, the wailing vibrator still working its magic.

She murmured in protest as she saw the refined chef in a dazzling

tailored uniform, complete with a smokestack chef’s hat

Her pussy came alive again. She moaned as she watched him adding chives to a rather large bowl of what looked like stuffing. He made eye contact with her. Her mind cried and her body tingled, or was it the other way around?

She wasn't sure.

“Here she is. Is she not as delicious as I said she was?” Chef Baker cooed to him. He smiled as he examined Cindy’s trussed-up body. “Nice,” he said, he squeezed Cindy’s upturned buttcheeks and checked into her clamped-open anal cavity.

“Very nice,” he said as he checked her meat density and form. “You outdid yourself this time, Chef Baker,”

He looks into Cindy’s eyes as he rubbed her perky breasts and tweaked her stiffening nipples. Chef Baker could tell he is quite pleased with her pick, she is beaming from his compliments.

Cindy closed her eyes and moaned into her corncob gag as his fingers roamed over her shivering body.

She was cumming again; all this is too overwhelming for her mind.

Have they broken her? She didn't know, or really didn't care; she is too involved in her orgasm at the moment...

Part Six

Master Chef finishes his inspection and is eager to get started. Chef Baker I would like this hen to be our centerpiece for tonight’s feast! But Master Chef, you have told Mai Yum that she would have that honor.

I know I did but you must understand. Tonight I am the Grand Master Chef and it is my duty to provide our guest with the best culinary setting. This hen will captivate the guest. You, my dear chef, will be by my side in this honor.

Chef Baker loved the sound of that. Cindy, not so much.

Cindy is listening to the whole conversation; in any other situation, she would have loved the attention. Her pussy sparked as his hand kneed her upturned ass He gave Chef Baker further instructions.

Mai Yum will be disappointed so it is best not to tell her at all. Not like she will know where she would be placed when cooked.

I'll need plenty of melted butter, I'll also need a corncob buttered as well as cocktail onions and skewer pins. Have Mary the new intern brings the corncob when it’s ready. I need to have a talk to her!

Yes, Master Chef. Chef Baker purred as he steps away.

Chef Baker reached for Cindy's crotch, she removed the alligator clip on her clitoris. Cindy moans in her corncob gag.

Chef Baker tugged on its chain pulling the vibrator from Cindy’s quivering snatch.

Cindy whimpered as her only friend in this ordeal popped out. Chef Baker licked off the creamy cum.

She bent down by Cindy’s head, whispered in her ear.

Don’t worry my little hen, I have something special to stuff back into

your little love hole. She sucked on her earlobe a moment before leaving her.

Cindy tilted her head back to watch Chef Baker walk towards a stove. She could see Jenny twisting in her binds on the counter. Two assistant chefs were brushing some kind of glaze to her withering body. Cindy could hear her moaning as they applied the thick honey nectar to her ample breast and ass.

Cindy’s attention Is interrupted by a sticky mass that plopped into her open asshole. Master chef returns with a bowl of stuffing.

He scoops another heaping helping of stuffing with a large spoon.

Plop, another helping dropped into her colon. He tapped the wooden spoon on the metal ass clamp to get more of the sticky stuffing off the spoon. He smiled down at her giving her goosebumps. She wished she still had her vibrator, this might help make the stuffing process a little more bearable. Another scoop plopped in. Gravity is her enemy as the stuffing slowly slid down in her colon.

Plop, then another scoop made its way in her cavity. Cindy felt the large chunks of celery, it is a fluffy breading stuffing filling her, she felt the urge to poop yet the clamp prevented her sphincter from doing its job.

Cindy’s eyes widen when her chef produced a blunt rod. Without any delays, he packs what stuffing her colon had accepted.

She screamed through her corncob gag. She cried as she felt the stuffing push further into her intestines.

Not too packed my hen, she heard him say acknowledging her cries. He removed the rod and continued with her stuffing. Cindy felt

clammy, sweating in the chilly kitchen. Cindy heard footsteps. She tilts her head. A beautiful brunette approach. She is naked except for an apron. Her brown hair is pulled back into a bun making her look much older and classy.

The girl looked down at Cindy. She looks non-concern of her plight.

She just stands there holding a plate with a steaming buttered corncob.

Did you ask to see me, Master Chef? Her voice trembled a little.

Yes, Mary, you can set the plate on the table. Yes, sir!

You are quite aware of the rules governing internship, are you not?

Yes, sir, we are to receive a formal education in the culinary arts for extra credit.

If requested we are to submit ourselves to become meat. Mary almost chocked out that last part.

That is correct, we are expecting a very large crowd tonight and some of our Wiccan guests have requested a nice stew.

We are short a girl and you will do nicely. Yes, sir, she said even more shaken.

Turn in your apron and get with Tonya and your brother Jake they know what to do.

Cindy watched Mary remove her apron revealing a nice pair of breasts and a very shapely body.

She looked down as she folded her apron over her forearm.

That is all; Master Chef said noticing she is just standing there.

He did not like idleness in his kitchen

Cindy watched her walk away, serves her right for working here. Cindy screamed when she felt something hot drip into her

vagina. With tearful eyes, she saw the steaming wet corncob hovering over her quivering pussy. It was fatter then the dildo she had grown to love.

At least one end is tapered and it is fast approaching her tortured vagina. She squealed as he spread her lips. Cindy felt another drop of butter inside her pussy, she stiffened and moaned. Cindy did not know where they grow corncob that big, she only knew where it was going.

She bit down on the corncob in her mouth as the other corncob made contact with her pussy.

Thanks to the vibrator conditioning, the butter corncob slid in with ease.

The cobber was unyielding as her lips absorb the heated entry. Only half in, her trussed upcurved body preventing any further depth. She could feel her pussy wetting again, oh no! Has her own pussy betrays her?

Cindy watched terrified as the chef looked frustrated then crack his knuckles.

She pleaded for him not to do what she knew he intended to do, of course.

All plead were lost in the corncob gags translation.

He put his palms on the flat corncob end. Cindy’s heart jumped a beat as a sharp spike shot to her brain.

She past out from the intense pain as the corncob forced inside to the max.

Cindy is back at home having a Thanksgiving dinner, yet it is her at the center of the table, roasted to a golden brown.

She could smell her delicious aroma; she knew she would make her parents very happy once they tasted her tender meat. Her mother and father were sitting at the table looking very hungry.

Chef Baker is at the table as well, behind dad’s rubbing his shoulders nibbling at his earlobe. Whispering how delicious Cindy had turned out. Mother didn't seem to mind Chef Bakers' playfulness as Master Chef himself stood behind her reaching around to squeeze her breast. He is most likely checking to see if she was roast-worthy.

Cindy’s sister ran around naked and on all fours, playing, and eating out of a dog bowl on the floor. A little butt plug tail swinging back and forth as she swung her booty back and forth.

Her father is given the honors of carving the roast. He smiles down at his delicious daughter, he is very proud of her. The two-prong fork slid into her ass like butter, bringing all to smile. She smells incredible, juices flowing, drippings flow down her roasted body.

The knife sliced just as easy as he carved off a savory slice. He laid the slice on her mothers’ plate then another.

Making quick work of her ass cheek he started on the other.

Daddy sticks a fork into one of her buttery breasts, steam escaped the prong holes as he carved her butter mound off and set it on Chef Bakers plate.

The other breast went to her father. Cindy moaned as her mother scooped out steaming stuffing from her asshole.

She dropped a steaming helping onto each of the plates.

Now for the prize, He father said smiling from ear to ear. Cindy

watched and moaned as he speared her pussy mound, He carved

around her inner thigh until her tender filet fully separated.

Pass the gravy please her father spoke. Chef Baker handed the pouring bowl filled with Cindy’s buttery roast drippings.

Cindy would have creamed herself if she still had her vagina. She watched them chewing and savoring her mouthwatering piece of her. The conversation is pleasant. Commits of how good she tasted seem to energize Cindy.

She felt empowered, Master Chef was chewing on her clitoris, he closed his eyes as if to block out other sensors so he could immerse himself in her taste.

Her father and Chef Baker were devouring her breasts; her tender breast is eaten hungrily. Before one piece was completely chewed another piece was being taken. Cindy smiled as they began to carve more. She loved it, they wanted her, all of her and it was what she wanted.

Cindy hear squealing from a distance, she heard a pan drop, strange sounds of busy people.

Cindy awoke a dazed again until her surroundings familiar again. She is still in the kitchen only now she was on the counter next to Jenny. Brown sugar is being shifted on Jenny's back. Another assistant is applying some kind of goop on her hair and pigtails.

Two other assistants were setting up a large cauldron over a ground-level burner. A pot you would see in a witch movie, only larger.

Another worker peeled potatoes. Cindy felt thick, looking up her body she could see stitches, cooking string crisscrossing her pussy lips, keeping them tightly shut.

The clamp was gone yet replaced with a thermometer sticking out her ass. Cindy began to whimper knowing each phase of her processing is bringing her closer and closer to the oven.

She sees Master Chef at his workstation chopping red peppers. He must be getting ready to stuff Mai Yum. The sound of the passing cartwheels hauling Mai Yum proved her right...

Part Seven

Cindy watched as Chef Baker wheeled Mai Yum’s cart into the kitchen area. Mai Yum looked relaxed if not a little excited at her arrival. As if this was some kind of adventure or something.

She gazed over at Jenny who is receiving a double row of sliced

pineapple rings along her brown sugar-coated back.

Jenny squealed through her apple as cherry-topped skewed metal

toothpicks pushed through the pineapple slices and into her flesh.

Mai Yum smiled as their eyes met Cindy. The dread on Cindy’s face is countered by Mai Yum’s smiling assurance that all is fine. Cindy continued to watch as Mai Yum’s cart pushed past.

She is heading towards Master Chef’s staging area where he had finished mixing the chopped red peppers into the large steel mixing bowl adding it to a steaming bowl of Jasmine rice. Cindy hated the fact that Chef Baker is blocking her view and she could hardly hear the conversation Master Chef and Mai Yum were having. It didn't help with Jenny’s awful screeching.

Cindy looked over at Jenny; her eyes were full of tears. The assistant Chefs were poking cherry picks into the rows of pineapples adorning her cute ass. A few more muffled yelps and they were done. Leaving Jenny to whimper in her apple.

Cindy looked back to Mai Yum who is now horizontal and upside down. The rotisserie rod is inserted into a notch in the center of her cart giving Master Chef full access to her ass cavity.

Chef Baker is tweaking Mai Yum’s perky nipples as Master Chef praised her for an excellent job of cavity capacity training.

The honors should go to Mai Yum, she replied. She has been an excellent student. Indeed Master Chef replied as he scooped up a large spoonful of the spicy rice mix.

Cindy watched the all-familiar stuffing procedure, yet something else was happening. Mai Yum is starting to twitch and cry. Seems the mix of spiced rice is hurting her.

It’s all right my spicy duckling, Chef Baker cooed while stroking her head. It burns so bad she cried, tears welling up as Master Chef continued to plop more stuffing into her twisting ass.

Cindy could see Master Chef is getting a bit agitated with all Mai Yum’s fussing. Maybe a nice orange in your mouth will help, Chef Baker suggested in an almost motherly way. Mai Yum cried a whimpering yes, anything to help the burning feeling she is feeling inside her colon. Cindy figured Mai Yum was realizing just how terrible become one with these monsters was really like.

Chef Baker produced an orange from her apron and had Mai Yum open wide. It requires a little force yet she is able to wedge it into her mouth.

The stuffing continued and Mai Yum continued to twitch and cry behind the orange gag.

What a crock of shit, Cindy thought. All it really did was muffled her screams so they could work in peace.

Oh' here is an orange to help you as we stuff your pretty little ass with spicy peppers and steaming hot rice!

Cindy hated these devils.

Cindy heard another cart, but who’ oh yes it is Mary. Cindy had forgotten about her, Mary had a stunned look on her face yet did not cry.

She lay on her belly hogtied on top of a pushcart, two assistants were pushing her along. Mary’s long brown hair had been braided at the top of her head giving her an almost anime look to her. One of the assistants was a female and the other a male, obviously her brother.

He had an unusual look on his face, a smiling look not consistent with knowing your sister is about to be cooked. He seemed to relish the idea. They pushed pass Cindy not even giving a second look.

Jenny was yelping again, the assistants were placing steel bowls full of liquid in her roasting pan. Placing them under each of her ample breasts popping out through the grades of her rack.

Cindy didn't know it was filled with coconut milk, or how the oven heat would steam away its sweat nectar adding even more flavor to her succulent breast.

Jenny looked delicious and ready for the oven now, Cindy’s stitched pussy quivered to the horrible notion.

Looking back over to Mai Yum she could see the ass-stuffing phase is complete. Master Chef is now forcing a large papaya fruit into her ass,

Mai Yum howled from the torment as it finally popped in.

Chef Baker was patiently standing by holding a tray with three stuffed peppers on it.

Cindy is temporally distracted when someone set a tray of cocktail onions and metal toothpicks skewers at her counter.

Another cherry blonde girl placed a bowl of warm butter and a fat basting brush. Cindy’s heart jumped knowing it was for her.

She dismissed her plight for the moment.

For now, as her attention shifted back to Mai Yum who is whining as her pussy is being stuffed with the waxy whole peppers.

One then two and finally the last Pepper was pushed in as deep as it would go, Cindy couldn't see how it stretched her lips grossly. Very nice she heard Master Chef comment. Let get her stitched up so you can glaze her with the orange duck sauce.

Chef Baker loves the honor of glazing her little protegee; Master Chef skewed a row of bamboo splinters into her pussy lips adorning the ends with water chestnuts.

Once done he let Chef Baker have at her, she went to work immediately brushing on the thick glaze.

Cindy watched as Master Chef approached, all her fears accumulated at this point yet he passed her with a smile, Cindy moaned yet it was not the response she wanted him to hear. Give me a moment my tasty little hen was his response.

He examined her very frightened girlfriend. Jenny’s eyes were wide open looking in every direction, her fingers and toes also fluttered in a last desperate attempt to escape. Fine job boys, he addressed his assistants.

Let's get this piggy in the oven, Jenny gave off a volley of muffled screams as her roasting pan is lifted and carried to the oven. Master Chef opened the oven door and checked the temperature.

Using an oven mitt he pulled out the rack, Jenny is frantic as she was set on the oven rack head first, she freaked even more as they slid her into the oven.

Master Chef watched for a moment at her little ass jerking back and

forth before closing the oven door. He cranked a little time clock and set it on top of the oven.

Though Cindy’s eyes were full of tears yet she could see just beyond the ovens at Mary who was patiently waiting next to the pot.

Potatoes and celery among other soup ingredients were being added to the pot.

Master Chef left Jenny's oven and step up to Jake. "Your sister looks absolutely delicious, I’m glad you talked her into joining our little group." Actually, sir, it didn't take much to persuade her. I've been leaving my cannibal magazines around my room for years knowing she was sneaking in to read them.

When she was old enough we would have sex and I would whisper how I would love to cook and eat her.

She would get so turned on she would beg me to bite her while we fucked our brains out.

"Isn't that special." Master Chef said smiling as he looked down at Mary; her face is red with embarrassment.

Mary turned away from their stares, yet turned back as she felt something being tied to her braid.

A wench is then activated lifting her from the cart, she strained

as she hung hogtied in mid-air. She felt six pairs of hands on her as a seasoned her, They rubbed The seasoning into her well-proportioned bo