Posted by Ay-Wun on December 13, 2006 at 00:17:00:
"WOW! Look at her run, in those heels!" cried Clarice, as she and Joseph sat on their cloud and watched the beautiful woman run toward the bridge in her seven inch, spike platforms. "Why won't any of the cars she's trying to thumb stop for her? She's really hot!"
"I've made her invisible to them, except as something to avoid hitting, so you'll have your chance." Chief Angel Joseph replied. "You'll need to wear those down there too!"
WHOOSH! As he gestured, Clarice suddenly found herself similarly shod. Turning about on those and looking down she gasped,
"Oooo! These make my legs look great! Does this stance make my ass look big?" asked Angel Second Class Clarice, of her boss.
"Of course it does! That's the idea! Now get on down there and earn your wings!" he ordered, flexing his own huge white pinions, to stress his point.
Mary Bailey was literally running for her life, from Dolcett Falls, her beloved husband George, and her children. Her fear had been growing all week, since George had kissed her, then injected her with the solution that would the meld the 'red head' gene into her own DNA, so she would enjoy pain, then told his Christmas gift to her this year was to let her be their dinner. Since Bedford Falls had adopted the Dolcett Cannibal Credo, along with its appurtenant laws, and changed its name to Dolcett Falls, five years before, she had know this was a possibility. Mary thought his love for her would prevent it but, it now seemed, he had gotten so deeply into the philosophy that he now saw roasting her, as the ultimate act of love.
She herself, once he had convinced her, enjoyed fucking men, at the drop of a hat, whenever and wherever one asked it, as those new laws required. She now even took pride and pleasure at seeing him screw lots of other women including, since their sixteenth birthdays, first Janey, then ZuZu, their beautiful daughters. Mary swelled with pride too, at seeing her two sons, Tommy and Peter, doing the same, as well as with her.
Having had those sons was the reason her girls and herself, were now exempt from the lottery, but that didn't mean her husband couldn't choose to sell, or use her and their meat for himself. Now it had happened! She realized she should have seen it coming by, his spending so many nights sleeping with that gorgeous teen-ager Sally, next door and having her over for Thanksgiving dinner when the roast had been her sister Suzy. George now told her that Sally would be her replacement, but probably not for too long, as they'd just hired a real cutie at Bailey Building and Loan.
"Why won't any of these guys stop and give me a ride?!" wondered Mary, "I'm out here in the new snow in my skimpiest outfit, so they must know what would be in it for them!" She was quite right to wonder for, even in her late forties, she was stunningly beautiful.
The bridge now loomed ahead, once across she'd be, theoretically, out of Dolcett Falls and the reach of those laws, but she well knew she had to go further. This was the very bridge where George often said, his whole outlook on life had begun to change, finally culminating in how he thought now. Just as she reached that fateful span, a gorgeous blonde, in an oddly diaphanous dress, slipped on what must have been an icy spot, and fell into the path of an oncoming diesel truck. Acting automatically, Mary sprang forward, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to safety, as the massive vehicle swooshed by blaring its horn. Having seen what happened, the drawbridge keeper ran out of his control booth asking if they were okay.
"I'm just fine!" said the blonde.
"Me too! Thank you!" responded Mary, politely, breathing hard from the adrenal rush.
"Great!" he enthused then, "C'mon into my cabin, I could use a good blow job about now! I'd prefer a fuck, but have to stay alert to raise the bridge for river traffic."
Once in the tiny control booth, Mary was instantly on her knees, had his good sized cock out, and into her mouth, happy for the diversion. She thought it a shame he couldn't fuck her. As she sucked, she felt the blonde lift her skirt from behind, and begin licking her oozing cunt. This resulted in a quick, excitement caused, orgasm that made her almost miss swallowing the load of cum from the bridgeman. The thing had gone almost fully soft, by the time she recovered, and let it slip out of her lips, sagging back on her heels. She sat there stunned as the blonde, with just a lick or two, miraculously, brought him back to full life, even bigger and harder than before. The man had a stunned, staring look on his face, as Mary lifted that gauzy gown and began tonguing the dripping lips and rather long clit of her fellow felatrix. Mary was surprised to find herself, a few minutes later, cumming again, along with the other two. She was still in a daze, as the blonde helped her up and led her back outside, as the bridge keeper mumbled over and over,
"That was heavenly! That was heavenly!!"
"You did great in there Mary!" commented her new companion.
" I always do my best." Mary responded, "Bu-But how do you know my name? Do I know you from somewhere?"
"In a way, yes, but never like this! I'm Clarice Hotbody, ASC, your guardian angel."
"Guardian...?! ASC...?! I don't......"
"Angel Second Class dear, if I can get you to really, 'Do your best' I'll get my wings for First! Don't you recall what George told you?"
"I thought that was just an entertaining fable that he made up to tell every on Christmas!"
"Well, it wasn't!" said Clarice, a bit resentfully, "As that bell rang, Uncle Clarence got his wings and you're gonna get me mine!" she added, confidently.
"How can I....?!"
"Why by going back and being the best roast they've ever had!"
"B-But I want to go on living! And the pain will be horrific! As my Guard....?"
"Nonsense!" retorted Clarice, "You were injected a week ago! Haven't you tried this?"
She reached out and, through the thin blouse, pinched Mary's right nipple very hard.
"EEEEEE-AAAAAH! Unh! Unh! Unh!!" Mary cried, as the sharp pain hit that swiftly transposed to one of the greatest things she'd ever felt, making her instantly cum, standing right there on the bridge.
"As to living, you'll live in their memories and as part of your family's cells, after digestion."
"Oh but that isn't the same as being there to share in their joys and take care of their troubles."
"Troubles you say, huh? Well honey, I guess I have to play my trump cards and show you the stuff that happens if you don't! The alternate history I've been sent to avert!"
Suddenly everything froze, and scenes began playing for Mary. She saw the Sheriff catching her on the bridge. Her pleading with George not to roast her. George smiling and kissing her, saying,
"Okay honey!" then turning to Janey, "Well baby I guess you get your wish, your our Christmas roast!"
"Oh, goody!!" cried Janey, kissing both mom and dad, as Mary stood there stunned.
She tries to protect, but it's been decided. She watches, appalled, as Janey is 'tenderized', gutted, and roasted, obviously orgasming repeatedly, 'til she's gone, then all sit down to dine upon her delicious meat. That tableau passed, and Mary saw Clarice looking at her quizically.
"I still want to live! I feel so bad about sweet Janey, but she really did want to roast, and seemed to enjoy it so much."
"If she'd stayed exempt, she would have happily married, had four daughters, and two sons, one of whom would have found the cure for all cancers, then gotten a joyful roasting, later in life, about your age."
"Oh my!" gasped Mary.
"There's more!" said Clarice, with a frown, but a twinkle in her eyes, "The man who lusted for and would have made an adoring husband for Janey, a great nephew of Henry Potter, was so furious that he somehow manipulated things to destroy Bailey Building and Loan, George's business."
"Oh! I couldn't allow....!"
"Another thing!" Clarice interrupted, piling it on, "You go into a fucking frenzy the day after the feast!"
The visions begin to roll once more. A nude Mary opens the front door to a handsome young man with a suitcase, who begins a sales spiel. She pulls him inside then blows and fucks him repeatedly. The doorbell chimes again and she dismisses the salesman to fuck the old friend of George who is there. Man after man she fucks, almost without pause, during the day. The word gets around, and nearly every fertile man in Dolcett Falls fucks Mary during that week. These men, in turn, had screwed every woman and, of age, girl in town, likely some who weren't.
Then Mary saw, much too late, the salesman being arrested as a carier of the dreaded MUD, Meat Unfitness Disease, who pleaded that he only fucked and infected Mary, under duress. Mary is seen to admit to the truth of that, but now every man and every woman is infected, and all those women's meat is considered inedible. Tasting much like rotting chicken.
All the industries in town, most of it dependent in some way on girl meat, dries up. The town of Dolcett Falls is quarantined to contain the spread of MUD. All the infected find that not only do they get virtually no feelings from orgasm, but that things that once were painful and, for some, brought pleasure, now caused just a numb sensation.
The final blow for Dolcett Falls was when a woman, exploring the depths of that numbness, bit off a finger, and found herself delicious. It was further found that all infected women tasted that way to one another. The women then went into a frenzied competition of who got to be cooked, and who the cooks untill, in less than a month, the very last one had her husband cut her pussy out and feed it to her, as she bled to death. She couldn't do it herself, as she'd already eaten her hands.
Mary stood aghast, viewing all this carnage that would befall her her beloved home town. Then Clarice hit her with the final irony.
"Oh, by the way Mary, that bright granson of your's also would have found, not only a cure, but a preventative vaccine for MUD!"
"No! No! No! I can't let any of that happen!!" cried Mary, plaintively, "I must get back in time to be roasted for Christmas dinner!"
"Don't forget this part, honey!" grinned Clarice, reaching out to pinch Mary's other nipple, giving her another terrific orgasm.
"Oh yes! That!!" Mary sighed, "I must hurry!" She took off running, as fast as she could, in those platform spikes.
"I'll catch up to you, honey!" yelled Clarice, after her, as a passing man threw her to a the snowy pavement and began screwing her. Awhile later, a couple walked past that spot and the girl said,
"Oh, look! Someone made an angel in the snow!"
Mary ran through the streets of town, crying periodically, to whomever she passed,
"Merry Christmas! I'm going to be dinner!!"
Pausing only once, to give a quick blow job to a cop directing traffic at the main downtown intersection of Dolcett Ave. and Bailey Blvd.
"Thank you officer!" she said, licking her lips and putting him away, "You are very tasty! If you get off early enough, I should still be 'tenderizing' 'til five."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world Mrs. Bailey!" he replied, waving cars through, having never missed a beat, in his duty.
"Oh! Here you are Mary! Where on earth have you been?!" asked George, "I was so worried!" as she came through the door, seeing all the men of the family and several other's gathered for the 'tenderizing'.
"Oh, I just took a walk in the new snow, to clear my head! Let's get started!" she replied, happily, "Merry Christmas gentlemen!" as she shed her few skimpy garments.
"Mary honey, I've just consented to giving Janey, in marriage, to young Harry Potter here, so thought he might have the honor of leading off, if it's okay with you.!" announced George.
"Wonderful!!" she enthused, leading the young, bespectacled man, with the odd scar on his forehead to the couch, by his rather impressive prick.
After all that had happened earlier, that first prick sliding in felt magical, and Mary came well before he let loose a huge load that seemed to tingle inside her.
"This will be the stuff of my grand kids!" she thought, "Lucky Janey!!"
Then George and her boys, Tommy and Peter triple teamed her on the floor, to two more great cums, before turning her over to the rest of the men, some of whom were being fluffed by Janey and ZuZu. Hour after hour this went on, the girls even took on a couple of the guys who'd had a turn with their mom. ZuZu even got to try Harry, for the first time. Mary was elated that the traffic cop got in and got off, just before George and the boys, gave her a finale' fuck, each shifting from hole to hole, this time, as she came three times.
Janey and ZuZu were letting the cum drain from their pussies, into the big bowl of juices that had been periodically drained from her own, for the base of her baste, kissing, as they did, when Mary was carried into the kitchen. The glorious pain from her gutting gave Mary one of the most sensational orgasms ever. Then she glowed with pride when ZuZu gave her a taste of the delicious stuffing her girls had made, and were now filling her with.
"Oooo! I'm pregnant again!!" Mary joked, after they sewed her up and began coating her with that sticky, now spicey baste.
All trussed up in the pan, on her knees, she was waiting for the traditional apple in her mouth when, they slid her into the hot oven, and her head through a hole into the dining room, where men were lined up waiting again.
"Oh you sweet, sneaky man, George!!" she thought, as she took the first prick down her throat, "You had this new oven installed, secretly, just for me!!" then she came really hard, from the heat searing her tender flesh.
Young Harry had just spewed down her throat, as Mary came one final time thinking, "I'm the luckiest woman in the whole world!!" Then heard a loud,
DING! As Clarice got her wings.
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