Posted by Ay-Wun on November 03, 2006 at 20:21:10:
Chef Celeste was a perfectionist. She also had a body that was envied by every roast who passed through her kitchen, for it was her eccentricity to do her chef's work in the nude wearing only her chef hat and an apron. At six foot three she was an imposing figure who wore eight inch spikes to make her junoesque stature even more towering and awesome to all who beheld her. This body was in perfect proportion and her hips, buttocks, and thighs contained an immense amount of perfectly toned meat.
For the past year she'd been a tyrant of a taskmaster to Assistant Chef Heather. Her aim was to make her protege' her equal, or better at the woman cooking culinary arts. Heather had not been the first she'd trained, fifteen others had preceded her, but none had achieved the level of perfection she desired. For the past night's roast Heather had mixed a baste and prepared stuffings that were pure ambrosia, fit for a god. Celeste knew then that Heather was ready, and none too soon, for tonight was the annual dinner meeting, here at the Chez Dolcett of the G.A.L.,(Gynophagic Arts League)and Celeste wished to present her peers with her crowning achievement, the roasting of herself.
Heather was, in many ways a duplicate of Celeste, lacking only her flaming tresses and spectacular fifty-five DDD breasts. Heather had happily adopted her mentor's ideosyncratic mode of undress in the kitchen, for nudity was one of her own things. Her long dark brown hair was held in a bun, but all the rest of her body was daily shorn of any trace of even stubble. She too sought perfection in the preparation of each woman who placed herself on the menu. Stunned surprise was her reaction to Celeste's making herself tonight's entre'e.
"But, how could I?" gasped Heather, "I am not yet certified a Master Chef."
"You most certainly are!" laughed Celeste, handing her the framed certificate conferring that title. "After tonight when I am tasted there will be no doubt in any Chef's mind, as there is none in mine."
"But don't you realize, I adore you Celeste?" Heather pleaded.
"Even after I brutalized you for the past year?" Celeste asked.
"Oh Celeste, that's what a Master Chef is supposed to do to bring out whatever is in a trainee, you've always been perfect in my eyes."
"Then I'll make a perfect roast, by a new Master, as I've always intended." said Celeste, as she shed her apron, heels, and last of all her chef's hat saying, "My final order to you is to proceed with my processing."
Having consigned herself as meat, and previously thoroughly cleaned herself inside and out, she climbed into the marinade tank filled with the mix Heather had prepared for tonight.
"Oh please Celeste, let me make a special mix for you, if it must be!" Heather cried.
"Oh Heather dear, your marinades are always perfect, this one will do wonderfully, you'd better see to the staff, they're all yours now!"
Immersed neck deep in the marinade, it now soaked into her skin. This was no ordinary marinade, for besides its special blend of ingredients it contained also a carefully measured amount of dimethylsulfoxide, that would cause it to enter the dermal layers and imbue them with those flavors before becoming inert. This would, of course, effectively kill her skin, much like a total burn, so that if not roasted she could no longer survive. She happily felt the tingling sensations that told her this was occurring, as Heather took control of her staff and her kitchen.
Having informed the kitchen staff of the new order, Heather removed Celeste's certificate from its hooks on the kitchen wall at eye level, and replaced it with her own. It was only now she saw a new set of hooks set higher and labeled "Chef Emeritus", here she rehung that of Celeste. She now turned and saw to the other preparations of the other ingredients for Celeste's roast, and all of the side dishes to be served to the guests, first as appetizers, then to round out the perfect feast.
Half an hour was sufficient for the marinade to do its job, so Heather now returned to help her mentor out. The wonderful, continual tingle she now felt told Celeste that the marinade had had its effect. There was no need for Celeste to be led now to the, "Breasture Unit", as a normal roast would, for she had designed it, and knew this next step. Wearing the disposable sandals Heather had placed on her feet to keep them clean, she pressed her breasts into the aperture designed for them. After Heather secured the strap across her back, she pressed the switch to activate the unit.
Large needles now punctured each nipple deeply, while smaller ones entered at selected areas. Each of these extracted a biopsy sample that the unit analyzed for fat content and density, as MRIs were taken of both breasts. In mere seconds, the data was processed and the needles became injectors of precisely determined amounts of filler sauces to maintain their size and to impart to those breasts a wonderful flavor that the fatty, spongy tissue would not otherwise have.
In considerable pain from that process, as Heather released her, Celeste immediately mounted the modified gynecologist's chair for the next step in her preparation. With her legs locked into the wide spread stirrups, Heather asked her,
"Do you want to be left free for this? You've often said that if a woman could endure this unbound, the extra enzymes produced would probably make the meat more tender, and taste better, but I've never seen it done."
"Yes, let's try it," said Celeste, "But have Frank and Rene' ready to grab and secure me if I start moving."
Heather now guided the laser scalpel in its gimbals to Celeste's sternum, and used it to cut an bloodless incision from there to her mons, then using the built in spreader, opened her up, as she gritted her teeth from the pain. Reaching in, Heather carefully pulled all the intestines out and dumped them into a plastic container for later use. As she did this, she extracted the liver and kidneys and put them into another container. What little bleeding resulting from this was immediately cauterized by the laser.
Celeste was now filled with Heather's wonderful stuffing, and closed with a surgical stapler. Now, a ten inch long, three inch thick zucchini that had been shaved of its skin and cored out, to be filled with a mixture of tomato paste and cunt meat from a stock part girl, was inserted into Celeste's vagina and worked in and out until she came. The zucchini was secured in place by a staple over the ring she had through her clitoris hood. How Celeste endured all that unsecured without moving no one could say, but she did.
A tray on a dolly was now rolled between her legs, and she was helped onto it into a hands and knees position, and secured to it with her head well forward, then wheeled backward into the clamshell-doored oven. Heat-proof tubes with needles on their ends were inserted now into strategic arteries, and the clamshell closed, leaving Celeste's lovely head exposed as it clamped about her neck.
Computer controls in the oven now gradually raised the heat, as those needles began slowly draining her blood. Frank now stood forth, presenting his massive hard-on to Celeste's waiting lips. Coming quickly from Celeste's expert linguination, he was replaced by Rene' who himself soon shot his load into her throat. Finally, Heather was wheeled up in a special chair with her legs spread wide for Celeste's talented tongue. Heather endured the heat of the oven doors on her legs as Celeste lapped her to a mighty cum, as Celeste herself orgasmed. Now Heather realized why Celeste had ended every night by sucking two men and lapping her. As she was coming down from her wonderful high, she pushed herself back, just in time to see Celeste's pale face smile, then her eyes went blank and her jaw slack as she expired.
Hours later, Celeste's golden brown body was served to the enthusiastic Chefs and gourmets of the society. All proclaimed the meal to be a perfect masterpiece, and stood to toast Master Chef Heather, and the mounted head of Master Chef Emeritus Celeste. Heather had personally seen to the taxidermy of Celeste's head after it was severed and the tongue removed to be cooked separately as a treat for the staff, as her body roasted. Afterward, Celeste's head instead of being hung with those of other roasts on the dining room wall, was placed above her certificate in the kitchen, where all knew she belonged.
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