Posted by Sawney Beane on July 31, 2006 at 16:04:59:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume 44
A FRIEND IN NEED
by Sawney Beane
17-19 December 1996; 11, 16-17, 20 January 1997
3,940 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a very orthodox Dolcett story. The characters, especially Alison, take a fairly light view of what they're doing, and that gives this story an unusual tone. The main storyline was pretty much worked out before I got around to writing it, but I later worked in a Dolcett drawing called MISC012, which I found especially intriguing.
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Julie opened the door to greet her friend. "Oh, Ali, I'm so glad you could make it; I was afraid you wouldn't show up."
Alison smiled coyly. "Don't be silly, Jules, you know I always keep my promises."
"Of course you do," replied Julie, "but I really didn't give you much notice."
"That's true, but as soon as I heard you needed help for your dinner party tonight, I just had to help out. How could I leave my best friend in the lurch like that?"
"You're great, Ali," smiled Julie. "Really, I wouldn't even have called you except for what you were telling me at the Easter party we had a few months ago," she added apologetically.
"You don't have to apologize. It's really no trouble," said Alison agreeably. "The only thing is I wish you'd called before dinner so I could have had something better than leftover tuna sandwiches."
"Well, the doctor didn't tell me until 8 o'clock that Maria was really sick with the flu. Of course, that just wrecked everything. I couldn't have the hired help making everyone at my dinner party sick!"
"No, of course not."
Julie suddenly realized that they were still standing in the foyer. "Ali, I'm forgetting myself. Please come in and sit down; may I take your coat?"
Alison removed her fur coat and handed it to Julie, who placed it neatly in the coat closet. The gorgeous twenty-three year old guest strolled into the living room running her hands through her long brown hair. She wore only an extremely daring mini-skirt and an extra-tight T-shirt that revealed most of her trim belly and accentuated her large breasts. She was obviously a person very comfortable with her looks and unafraid of drawing attention to her body.
Alison's twenty-four year old hostess sported a head of short blonde hair and similarly sexy attire, a short tank top and denim cutoffs that covered less than they revealed.
Julie and Alison were cousins and had been best friends for their entire lives. Now, although both were now married, they still lived only a few blocks from each other and maintained a close relationship. Alison slid onto the luxurious sofa and crossed her long lithe legs. Julie sat next to her with a weary sigh.
"I've got so much to do before tonight, Ali, I can't believe it! The house is a wreck, and I haven't done anything about the food."
"Could I help you clean up a bit this morning?"
"I wish you could, and it's very kind of you to offer, but we'd really better get you started making dinner before too long. It's going to take most of the day."
"Yes, that's true."
"We do have time for a spot of tea, however; could I offer you some?"
"Sure, Jules, that sounds great."
"I'll go and make a pot of your favourite: raspberry pekoe."
"Um...heavenly."
Julie skittered into the kitchen to put the kettle on while Alison lounged sensuously on the sofa. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be tingling with excitement. Julie's dinner parties always turned Alison on, but this was special. In a few minutes, Julie returned with the tea and handed a cup to Alison.
"Delicious!" moaned Alison.
"Thanks," replied Julie. A look of concern crossed her face suddenly, "Ali, you're sure it's no bother?"
"Not at all; it would have come to this sooner or later. Everything I told you at Easter about my fantasies was true. I was planning to wait a few years first, but what difference can that make? I'm ready, Jules, so you can stop apologizing."
Julie smiled her relief but added, "You're sure it's OK with Tom?"
Alison smiled slyly, "Yeah, he was a but shocked at first, but we had great sex last night, and he's all for it this morning. All he said was that he'd better be invited to your party."
"That's not a problem; you were both invited weeks ago. I'll even give him the choicest bits!"
"Good. You know, I also think Tom's got himself a bit of fluff over at the country club. He's been seeing a lot of her lately, and I really don't want to stand in the way of that or anything."
"You're so selfless, Alison!" exclaimed Julie, thinking what she would do if her Nelson ever had an affair.
"No, I just have my priorities."
"Well, anyway, I'm glad you're going to go through with it, Ali; especially since I need you so badly today."
"Who else would I go to? You're the best cook in town, Jules; there's no doubt you inherited the talent from Aunt Ester."
"Well, Mom was a good teacher."
"And a fabulous cook!" raved Alison, "I still remember when your mother roasted one up at the holidays. You and I and Bill and Dean and Tiffany had to sit at the little table in the kitchen, but they sent us some nice pieces."
"They melted in my mouth! Even Bill and Dean's pranks couldn't ruin it."
"Those were great days," said Alison nostalgically.
"Mom sure knew how to cook a feast."
"How'd she teach you so well?" inquired Alison.
"Well, I watched and assisted her with about a dozen girls before I did Tiffany solo."
"You cooked Tiffany?" asked Alison, "I always thought Aunt Ester did her; she was prepared so well!"
"Thank you," replied Julie with a proud blush, "Mom watched and assisted, but she made me take the lead."
"Why did we eat Tiffany anyway?"
"Didn't you know that story? Tiffany was becoming a family embarrassment, what with her joining those anti-cannibalist groups and picketing the grocery stores. Then when she got pregnant with that anarchist's baby, Dad said he'd had enough, and he tied her up and gave her to Mom and me to prepare for the fall feast. It was weird cooking my older sister, and she was a pain in the neck with her kicking and biting, but she turned out OK."
"I'll say," agreed Alison, "and then Aunt Ester volunteered herself for the Thanksgiving feast."
"Yeah, Mom said I was ready to carry on by myself, and she was getting old; I think she was forty-five or so."
"That must have been difficult."
"Kinda, she was very helpful in the initial stages, and, of course, she didn't struggle at all, but there was a lot of pressure on me. I didn't have anyone to fall back on if I made a mistake."
"I can't believe that was five years ago!"
"Yeah, I was nineteen then, and I've cooked for the Easter, fall, and Thanksgiving banquets every year since then."
"Well, you do such a good job," said Alison, "they'll make you keep at it for many years to come."
Julie finished her tea and slid forward in her seat on the sofa. "Well, dinner is scheduled for 6 o'clock, and it will take five hours in the oven and two for initial prep. It's almost 11 o'clock now," she said half apologetically. "I think we'd better get started, Ali."
Alison gulped down the last of her tea. "You're the boss, Jules," she replied, "I'm ready when you are." She walked to the centre of the living room and stripped, which didn't take long since she had only the T-shirt, skirt, and shoes to remove. Alison never bothered herself with underwear. She held up the skirt and T-shirt, "You like these, Jules?"
"Sure," replied Julie as she stood and walked over to her cousin.
"They're yours," said Alison as she tossed the garments on the coffee table. "There's a ton more stuff back at the house you can have if you want."
"Thanks," said Julie sincerely. She casually ran her hand along the glistening furrow of her cousin's genitals. "I think you're enjoying this more than I am, Ali!"
"Don't be so surprised," replied Alison. "You're my best friend, Jules, but I wouldn't do this just to help you out."
"I know," replied Julie as she licked her finger thoughtfully. "You've got good flavour. I think you might become my masterpiece."
"I certainly hope so, but I only wish I could be here to taste it."
"That might be difficult, Ali."
"Yes, I suppose so."
Alison and Julie walked together into the spacious kitchen. "Now, Ali," said Julie, " if I know you at all, this first part is going to be the most difficult for you." Alison's grimace confirmed this speculation as Julie braided Alison's long hair into a rope of brown silk.
"I wish you didn't have to do that," said Alison.
"Sorry, but the risk of fire is too high otherwise, and that would ruin everything." Julie efficiently snipped off the braid with a large pair of shears and handed the trophy to Alison. "I'll display this at the banquet; all is not lost."
Alison stared nostalgically at the bulk of her cherished hair as Julie shaped the remnants still attached to Alison's head into a crude bob. "It will do for now."
Alison ran her fingers through her hair curiously and asked, "OK, so much for my hair. What next Jules?"
"You've helped me before with pre-prep, so I think you know all about the bathroom stage. Do you think you could get yourself ready while I make a few last-minute preparations down here?"
"Sure thing, Jules," replied Alison with renewed cheer. She trotted up the stairs to the bathroom as Julie gathered various materials from throughout her kitchen.
In the bathroom above, Alison lost no time in getting started. The first thing she had to do was use the toilet. Then she got out the enema bag and filled it with warm water, which she used to clean out her intestines to the best of her ability. It wasn't a perfect job, but it would help some, especially since she had not had the opportunity to fast for forty-eight hours before roasting as the recipe required.
Alison then found a pair of scissors and a razor. She snipped her pubic hair as short as possible with the scissors before coating her genitals in shaving cream and carefully finishing the job with the razor. She had never done this before, and she found she enjoyed running her fingers across the smooth bulge of her pubic bone. Perhaps she should have tried this earlier. She wondered what Tom would think of her newly hairless pussy.
But there was no time for such idle thoughts. Alison warmed up the shower and slid in. After shaving her legs and armpits thoroughly, she scrubbed every inch of her body with fragrant soap and washed her hair with lilac shampoo. When she was done and stepped out to dry herself, Alison felt wonderful. She was back in the kitchen a few minutes later.
"Great, it's only 12:00; we're right on schedule, Ali."
"I wouldn't want to make your dinner late, would I Jules?"
Julie herself had been busy in the kitchen, and Alison felt a thrill run up her spine as she noticed all that Julie had prepared for her.
"Well, how do we get started?" asked Alison.
"You just sit on that," said Julie, pointing to a large metal dish on the counter. The dish itself was about two-feet square, and a two-foot tall smooth wooden board, evidently a back rest, was mounted on one side. An eight-inch cylinder rose ominously from the bottom of the pan, about six inches from the back rest.
Alison smiled coyly. "Well, that will be interesting," she said as she hopped onto the counter.
Julie helped Alison guide her anus onto the dish-bound dildo, and the latter sighed in a mixture of pain and sensuality as her rectum was filled with cold steel. Julie passed a strong cord through a pair of small holes on either side of the top edge of the back rest. Then she ran this cord under Alison's armpits and around her upper body, tying it in a tight knot just above her breasts. Alison's torso was thus immobilized fairly efficiently, but her limbs were still free.
Julie brought over several more cords and began tying Alison's wrists together in front of her belly. "You don't really need to do that, Jules," said Alison with an amused glint in her eye, "I'll cooperate."
"Yes, Ali, I'm sure you will, but your arms and legs won't be so cooperative once we get you in the oven."
Alison acquiesced and watched in interested silence as Julie proceeded to tie each of her ankles to the corresponding thigh. When this was finished, Alison's toes rested just inside the edge of the dish, while her knees splayed wide to either side. Alison was trembling in excitement. Julie admired her work with a self-satisfied smile.
"Now all we have to do is baste you and pop you in the oven, Ali!" said Julie amicably.
"Baste on, dear friend."
Julie found a large brush and a tub of her specially-prepared secret sauce and began spreading the thick, cold mixture over every inch of Alison's body. Alison quite enjoyed this and grinned broadly as Julie pushed the dish off the counter and onto a cart of exactly the same height.
Julie then pushed the cart across the kitchen to the front of the big oven in which she worked her magic. The oven was almost four feet high, three feet wide, and three feet deep. Its sole rack was four inches off the bottom of the oven and at the same height as the cart and counter. Julie had no trouble pushing the Alison-laden dish into the oven, and Alison gasped at her new surroundings.
Alison knew that she would spend the remainder of her life in that oven. She faced out through the big glass door and saw the kitchen from an entirely different perspective. Her prospects thrilled her beyond all expectations. She imagined clearly all of her closest friends at the upcoming dinner party; what would they have to say about the main dish?
Julie cast a critical eye on the arrangements. "There might be a problem with that," she said, pointing to Alison's knees which were touching the sides of the oven, "Most of the girls I use this oven on are much smaller than you, mostly Hispanic servants and the like. We'll deal with it later." Alison nodded in agreement.
"OK, Ali, I didn't preheat the oven as you've surely realized. Aside from the fact that it makes it easier to get you in, it will be more comfortable for you if the temperature rises gradually."
"Well, Jules, I'm glad you're so good at this," said Alison in a sort of rapture.
"Here you go," said Julie tenderly as she twisted a dial, "It should warm up now. I have to make a phone call, but I'll come back and take care of the last few things in a little bit."
"Thanks, Jules," said Alison as her cousin shut the oven door. Alison thought the oven was already feeling warmer, but it might have been her imagination. She was confident that she would become delicious under Julie's expert ministrations, and the thought kept her in the highest of spirits.
On the other side of the oven door, Julie was on the phone with her husband. Alison could see her friend, but she could not hear the conversation.
"Hello, Nelson, hi honey," Julie was saying in a sing-song voice. "Yes, she came over....Yes, she's going to go through with it, so you can call the others and tell them dinner is definitely on....No, I just put her in the oven, but I know she won't back out now. I was worried that she might not show up at all, but once she's here, there's no question....OK, darling, you get back to work. I'll see you at five; don't be late; you need to greet the guests as they arrive. I'll be very busy getting Alison ready. I love you too, honey; bye."
Halfway through this conversation, Alison became somewhat distressed. Her oven was not yet warmer than a hot summer day, but that was enough to make her slightly uncomfortable and very sweaty. The real problem, however, was that her knees were touching the sides of the oven, and Alison became aware that the skin of that region was about to be singed rather badly. Surprisingly, Alison's first thought was not of the considerable pain but of the potential deterioration of some of her delicious flesh. She hoped that Julie would turn around and come to her aid, but the latter remained facing the opposite wall. Although she was hoping to avoid resorting to screaming for help, Alison was on the verge of just that when Julie hung up the phone and returned to check on her cooking cousin.
"We'll have to do something about that," said Julie, noticing Alison's endangered knees immediately. She took another long piece of twine and tied one end around Alison's right knee. Then the experienced chef ran the cord around Alison's shoulder blades, just above the rope holding her to the back rest, and tied off the other end around Alison's left knee. As a result, Alison's legs were pulled up toward her chest somewhat, and her knees moved slightly away from the side walls. Although somewhat awkward, Alison found this position much more comfortable.
"Now comes the fun part, my darling," said Julie as she picked up a large basting bulb. She used the instrument to suck up plenty of the liquid, a mixture of sweat and secret sauce, that was collecting in the pan. Alison gasped as the plastic tip of the baster penetrated her exposed vagina deeply, and she yelped in delight as the hot liquid shot into her. This was repeated over and over, and Alison imagined how tender and juicy her nether regions were becoming.
Julie was finally satisfied that Alison's genitals were sufficiently basted and retrieved something from the refrigerator. As she returned to the oven, she announced, "Ali, my dear, I've got one last present for you. I know how much you like carrots." Alison's eyes widened as she saw the large carrot her cousin showed her.
"Am I allowed to eat in the oven, Jules?" Alison said with feigned innocence.
"It's not for you to eat," said Julie ominously as she deftly pushed the carrot deep into Alison's vagina. It entered easily, and the cold vegetable felt nice in Alison's hot crevasse.
By the time Alison had finished thanking her cousin for the nutritious dildo, Julie was hard at work with the basting brush giving Alison's lithe body a second coat of secret sauce. Meanwhile, Alison ran her fingers experimentally around the stub of carrot sticking out of her. It didn't take her long to figure out that pushing the stub to one side or another made her feel great.
When Julie was finished with her secret sauce, the oven temperature was now considerably above normal body temperature. It would have been even warmer, but leaving the door open for a long time gave Alison some reprieve. Nonetheless, it was getting a bit uncomfortable for her, to say the least.
"OK, Ali, this oven doesn't warm up very quickly, so it will take about an hour to get to the full temperature. But I doubt you will survive that long, which is probably just as well since it would hurt like hell. I'll have to baste you every fifteen minutes, so I'll keep a close watch on you. I promise to make you the best meal I ever cooked, Ali, because I love you so much. I estimate you have about twenty more minutes to live, so you'd better get any last thoughts, words, or wishes you have out of the way. Oh, would you like to ring Tom?"
"Thanks, Jules, I'd like that very much. I hope I don't get a busy signal!"
Julie dialled the phone and held it to Alison's sauce-stained ear. "Hello, Tom? Yes, it's me....Yes, I'm over at Julie's house....Yes, I'm really going to do it....We're just about to get started....No, it's going to be just fine....Yes, you should come over a little bit early and maybe Julie will let you help carve me....No, don't worry; Julie is an expert at this....OK, I hope you enjoy the dinner party....I love you, darling....OK, make sure you water my plants and feed the cat every day; and I promised Julie that she could have my clothes, so let her have whatever she wants....Yes, I had a wonderful time last night too....Good-bye, honey, I hope I'll be the best meal you ever ate....bye."
Julie wiped the special sauce from the phone and returned it to its hook. "All right, Ali, I'll be back in fifteen minutes to baste you again, but I'll say good-bye just in case you don't last that long. I can't tell you what a good friend you are to help me out like this at the last minute. I hope you're not disappointed by what we're doing."
"No, Jules, this is fabulous. I love you so much for helping me live my fantasy. Thank you."
"The honour is mine, dear. Now you just relax, and everything will be perfect. Good-bye." With that Julie closed the oven door and left the room. Alison was left to her thoughts. Would she be enjoyed? Would it hurt very much before she died of the heat? Would anyone miss her? Alison found that she felt more serene and satisfied with herself than she had in many years. As long as she did not think too hard about what she was actually doing to herself, it felt like the greatest thing she could accomplish.
When Julie returned fifteen minutes later, Alison was nearly gone. She was moaning slightly, and a faint smile played upon her lips, but her eyes were closed and her skin was beginning to brown nicely. Julie basted her cousin thoroughly, and, although the latter responded weakly to the strokes of the brush, Julie knew that Alison would be dead long before it was time to baste her again. A slight feeling of remorse slipped through Julie's consciousness and then disappeared again.
When Alison's garnished and tastefully arranged body was placed in the centre of the large dining room table for everyone to see, it caused quite a sensation. Alison was sitting cross-legged with her hands folded in her lap. The expression on her face was one of distant contemplation, as if she had closed her eyes for just a minute and was in the midst of a pleasant dream. The smile on her face was a rare sight on the dinner table, and, since everyone present had known Alison personally, the meal was especially meaningful all around.
Julie used a long carving knife to remove Alison's breasts one after the other and handed them to Tom and Nelson so that they could have the first taste. After these two gentlemen had proclaimed Alison the best-tasting woman that had ever entered an oven and Julie the best cook that had ever entered a kitchen, Julie cut slices off for everyone to enjoy. Alison would have enjoyed seeing the spectacle.
The thirty or so guests gorged themselves so much that by the end of the evening, nothing remained of the body that had once been Alison except for a pile of bones and hair. As the last bite was consumed, everyone knew that Alison was a delicacy that they would not soon see repeated, and Julie knew that Alison was indeed, the best friend she would ever have.