Posted by Clemstra on August 15, 2004 at 16:50:05:
copyright 2003 Clemstra
The Menu is Irish - by Clemstra
It was bliss, Tom and Mary, Patrick and Deidra, all had won
an all expense paid cruise and vacation package. It had come
at just the right time, as both couples had been unemployed
in Ireland's worst ever economic downturn. A nice cruise
on a private yacht with it's own swimming pool. People
attending their every want and need, daily massages,
excellent food, too much food really. All four men and women
were in their early forties and had gained a bit of weight on
the month long cruise. Now they would get the rest of the
vacation package, a visit to the East coast of New England,
ending in a dinner to be held in their honor at a private
mansion in the Appalachian mountains.
Deidra sighed pleasurably as the massager leisurally caressed
her thighs, stroking and kneading them. It would all be over
soon. They'd have to go back to a depressed economy in
Ireland and the day to day struggle of job searching and survival.
Deidra's long red hair hung loosely with curls, her cream colored
skin seemed to fairly glow with life. Her husband Patrick was
often asked if he was related to Conan O'Brien. He looked much
like an older fortyish Conan O'Brien. Like her, Mary and Tom
had gained a bit of weight on this cruise, perhaps getting a
bit soft from all this posh living. Mary looked like a statuesque
version of a Pict. Six feet tall, raven black hair, brilliant
blue eyes, pinkish skin. Her husband Tom had wheat brown hair,
freckled light skin, a boy next door like charm that had not faded
as he aged into his forties. Being of Irish stock not a one of
them had received a tan. Due to sunscreen they luckily hadn't
received a sunburn.
The bell rang signaling dinner was served. The master chef,
who had prepared all the meals during this cruise, welcomed them.
With a smile he seated them at a formal dinner table to dine.
"Pierre your getting us fat with all this rich food," Tom
told him.
"Ah Oui," Pierre said with a smile. "I assure you, the food
is specially designed to be nutritious. Your weight gain is
anything but all fat."
Tom laughed at this, but something caused Deidra to feel cold
at the remark. Sometimes she felt she saw Pierre looking at
her with what looked like hunger and lust. The lust she
could see but the hunger? Was it her imagination?
At the end of the week the yacht docked in New York. The two
couples stayed in luxury suites at the Algonquin Hotel for two
days. They received front row seats at several fine Broadway
Plays, did some shopping, a few tours then went on to
Appalachia.
They toured a few landmarks in the Appalachian mountains then
to the private mansion were they were to stay for the weekend.
A feast would be held in their honor that weekend, then sadly
it would all end. Like Cinderalla at the ball the clock would
have struck midnight. They would return to Ireland as just
four more unemployed people seeking work, struggling to survive.
The mansion was built of granite, carved it looked from the small
mountain itself. Nestled against one side of the mountain, it
was sheltered from inclimate weather. A beautiful manicured
lawn in front and what looked like a huge yard to the back eastern
side of the mansion. It looked as if there were pits dug, picnic
tables in one part of the back east lawn, with a volley ball net
in another and a large swimming pool. "Is the dinner to be held
outdoors Pierre," asked Mary?
"No, I myself will direct and prepare much of it. Some cooking
will occur outdoors, but the main dinning room will be used for
the dinner," he smiled at them all, especially Deidra.
Servants took their bags up to their rooms as they entered.
Nicely dressed men and women met them at the entrance, inviting
them in for a nightcap before being shown to their rooms. The four
were given crystal brandy goblets, the glass of the finest lead crystal.
Fine Brandy or was it cognac was poured in each as they sat on fine
leather upholstered furniture. Their hosts made a toast to them,
asking that they try the brandy first to see if it was to their
liking. Deidra had misgivings for some reason but chose to ignore
them. How silly it seemed to mistrust the benefactors of their
good fortune. The liquor was good, a warm feeling spread through
Deidra as she finished the glass.
She felt herself relaxing, her limbs seemingly going limp. She could
see Tom, Mary and her husband Patrick doing the same as with sudden
horror she realized she should have listened to that inner voice.
As the four lay helpless before their hosts, the Master Chef who
had prepared all of their meals on the yacht and was to cook the
dinner for them this weekend, smiled hungrily at Deidra. He directed
what appeared to be kitchen staff to pick up each of them, putting
them on carts with wheels. They were wheeled away from the foyer
into what appeared a huge kitchen with many men and women staffing
it. Pierre himself had wheeled Deidra in the kitchen, "I will
do all of her preparation myself" he said smiling.
"One at a time" Pierre directed. "Preparation and presentation
begin in the kitchen with the meat itself."
They undressed Tom first, stripping him of his white shirt
and black dress pants, they laid him out on a table like
so much meat. They purposefully turned Mary to let her
watch them start on her husband, giving Patrick and Deidra
an excellent view.
"First, feel free to do some special tenderizing, but do NOT damage
or bruise the meat." Several men and women started using Tom
for their sexual pleasure. The women from the front stroking
his penis, mounting him. The men from behind, violating his anus.
They did so making certain not to bruise or damage Tom's flesh.
As the other three watched, Tom was washed, shaved of all his
wheat colored hair, the hair on the rest of his body, and a hose
inserted up his ass. He was given enemas's until he ran clean,
then some substance was put into the hose to put his digestive
track to sleep, Pierre all the while stroking Deidra through
her clothing. They pulled out Tom's finger nails, his toe nails,
Deidra could see Tom's pupils narrow in pain as they did so.
A women expertly stroked Tom's penis, stretching it, holding it
firmly as another put a thin tube up the tip of Tom's circumcised
member. Tom's eyes showed pain as they continued the tube up
his penis, his member stretched to it's full length unable to
relax. They attached something to the tube, draining Tom, then
they put a fluid in the tube "for flavor," Pierre told her.
They took out a large tub with restraints, putting Tom in it
they put tubes into his nose and mouth. They attached
the tubes to a air tank.
"Even the air he breathes will flavor him," said Pierre.
They poured some type of brown liquid into the tub till
Tom was entirely covered, breathing only through the tubes
in his nostrils and mouth. "He will marinate overnight, as will
all of our SPECIAL guests" Pierre said, his kitchen staff laughing
at the joke.
"Ah, it is Mary's turn now." Pierre smiled at Deidra as under her
blouse, he undid her bra. They undressed Mary removing her red
sequined dress, her elegent shoes, silken undergarments. With her
Raven black hair, pink freckled body, fortyish and plump, she was
as a harvest goddess. Like Tom they started to play with her but
more slowly. They stroked her till she moaned, apparently some
vocalization could occur under the muscle relaxant. Several men
took her together at the same time. One from the back while
another entered her from the front. "Do NOT damage the meat,
remember" Pierre warned his kitchen staff. Several women
played with Mary's 50 C breasts, others played, licked Mary's
vagina. Pierre had removed Deidra's lace underwear, she heard
him unzipping his pants as he whispered to her "Your turn is
coming my plump delectable."
They washed Mary, removed the hair carefully from her body. As
they removed her long black hair they put it in a bag, mentioning
a drawing, Mary's hair being one of the prizes. They pulled out
her finger nails and toe nails as they had with her husband. They
put a hose up Mary's ass, cleaning her out till the water ran clean.
They put the same type of liquid in the tubes to put Mary's
digestive track to sleep. They took out a bag of water
and vinegar, douching Mary several times. Then they made a
douche in which they added spices from a spice cabinet, douching
her again, then stroking her vagina laughing. Again a large
tub with restraints was brought out, Mary was set in it, the
restraints set on her wrists and ankles in the tub. They
attached tubes up her nostrils and mouth then poured in marinade
sauce till she was entirely covered. The sauce was a different
color then it had been with Tom, her's being red to the brown sauce
Tom was marinating in.
Deidra wanted to scream, to beg for the life of her husband
Patrick. She was unable to speak beyond a moan as her body
started to climax, Chef Pierre teasing her with his fingers.
As they took poor Patrick and used him before Deidra's eyes,
his sweet freckled face, his eyes with horror at being raped
by both men and women, Deidra could only moan in pleasure as
Pierre entered into her from behind.
They removed Patrick's beautiful light red hair, like Mary
they bagged it, apparently for a prize drawing. Like Tom
they cleaned and put to sleep his digestive track, put a
tube up his penis to drain his bladder, stretched out his
penis and put some liquid up the tube for flavoring. A
large tub with restraints was where they put poor Patrick.
Tubes up his nostrils, a tube in his mouth attached to an
air tank as they poured a light amber colored liquid in
to cover him entirely.
"I will attend the last one myself, you may all retire for
the evening," Chef Pierre told them. He removed the rest
of Deidra's clothing, throwing her green velvet dress to
the floor. He looked over her cream colored skin, red lips,
large 54 D breasts.
"You will have no further need of clothing madam."
He wheeled her on the cart further into the kitchen.
He transferred her to a preparation table.
"I will handle your very thorough tenderizing myself Deidra.
Your going to be last and only I shall prepare you."
He spread her legs, started to stroke her vaginal walls,
teasing her, stroking her clitoris. He leaned down,
licking her vagina lips, tonguing inward, his tongue
licking her clitoris, then in and out of her vaginal hole.
He started to suck on her as she moaned climaxing in orgasm.
"Very tasty Deidra" he commented straightening up. He straddled
her legs, wrapping his about hers, he leaned in stroking,
fondling, playing with her breasts. "Ah a fine dish you will
make Deidra," he licked and sucked her breasts, her nipples,
as his penis tip teased her clitoris with strokes. As she
moistened, he entered her vaginal hole slowly at first, then
with greater thrusts. Deidra only able to moan in pleasure,
her body betraying her.
Done with his pleasure, he removed his member. He looked
down on her as he fastened his pants. "I have a special
marinade for you sweet Deidra." Smiling ",one saves the best
for last after all." He washed and shaved her of all body
hair, putting her long red hair in a bag.
"I wish I could claim your hair Deidra, but I have
already claimed much of you for myself as it is."
He inserted the hose into her anus, warm soapy water
went up into her intestines and stomach. He ran it
several times till the back flow was clear. As with
her friends and husband he then filled it with a liquid
to put her digestive track asleep. Her stomach felt
strange, alien to anything she had ever felt before.
He douched her vaginal hole several times, the last
time with water and honey.
Deidra wanted to scream with pain as he pulled out her finger
nails one by one, then toe nails. He took out a large tub with
restraints, lifted and placed her in it. He attached the
restraints to her wrists and ankles, then inserted tubes
into her nostrils and mouth. She could see him above her
preparing to pour some type of marinade over her as he
smiled down at her showing his very white teeth.
"Sleep well madam, you have little else to do for the night save
marinate. I want you bright eyed and lively for preparation
and your place on the menu tomorrow." He dipped his finger
into the white thick liquid and tasted it, "Um, my own
creation, it will further sweeten you."
He poured it into the tub she lay in, the liquid flowing under
her, flowing into her privates, her ears, over her stomach.
As the white fluid went above her breasts, above her mouth
and nose, she had to close her eyes. She was totally immersed
in the fluid, breathing through the tubes in her nostrils and
mouth, buried in a blur of thick liquid that stung her eyes
when she opened them. She could feel slight stings to her
skin as the liquid soaked every inch of her body. She
drifted off to sleep till morning.
She felt vibrations in the tub through the liquid and awoke.
The tub was tipped, the fluid drained and her wrists and
ankles unbound. She was raised out and placed on a preparation
table. Deidra found herself still unable to move, her muscles
refusing to obey her commands. Chef Pierre positioned her in
a sitting position where she could watch Tom, Mary and her
husband Patrick be prepared.
"Tom shall be the first course, Mary second, your husband
Patrick third. I think the oven will do well for Patrick,"
he said looking her in the eyes. "You will be the final
dish, sweet and tender."
They stuffed Tom with stuffing mix of corn bread, onions,
garlic. They tied Tom to a strange Rotisserie device,
putting onions, tangy pickled peppers, olives on Tom's penis.
Tom's penis like a shish ka bob, with the meat on the inside.
They basted him, sprinkled herbs, seasonings, salt and pepper
on him, then carried him out to a pit.
"He will roast slowly over a low flame with hickory chips,"
Pierre told her. "He should live to experience the sensations
for an hour and a half I think. Tanya will attend him,
basting him, turning him, We should start eating him after
four hours of roasting."
She watched as they installed Tom over the fire pit, put chips
in, lit them and started turning Tom over the pit. He seemed
to regain some muscle movement attempting to struggle against
the soaked rawhide strips binding his wrists, head and ankles.
The woman standing over him ladled something over his erect penis
with the onions, pepper and olives on it, laughing.
"A drawing shall be held to see who gets each of his as you
say balls, and his penis," Pierre lightly poked Deidra's
fleshy white ribs.
Pierre took a large platter with what looked like ankle restraints
on it and a metal bar that curved above with wrist restraints. He
put Deidra on the tray, moving each ankle back, fastening the
restraints. He lifted her wrists one fastened on each side of the
metal arc, then positioned her in such a way as to display her
buttocks from behind, her soft thighs to the sides, her vagina
open to the front with her breasts undefended. He put a large
apple in her mouth firmly. "Just to keep you ready should you
start to regain muscle control, which you will. I want you
in position for preparation."
They prepared Mary next, stuffing her anus with wild rice, onions,
mushrooms, plugging it with a short carrot. They stuffed her
vaginal hole with mushrooms and oysters, plugging her vaginal hole
with a large onion. They tied Mary to a Rotisserie mechanism like
Tom's. She was starting to try to struggle as they stuffed her
mouth with a large apple, binding her head to the pole along with
her wrists and ankles tightly. They basted her, basting her
vaginal lips and clitoris in a manner to tease her. They seasoned
her, sprayed a light spray of something on her, then sprinkled
herbs all over her, seasonings and carried her to her pit.
"Mary shall have the luxury of roasting over hot coals," Pierre
told Deidra. "At just the correct height above the coals she
will take longer to cook then her husband Tom. She should be
alive two hours perhaps longer. Notice I've made certain she
and Tom can watch one another roast?"
Deidra could see Mary slowly turning over a pit of hot coals, a
man above her with a basting brush, a ladle to one side, sauces,
seasonings and a long two pronged meat fork as he watched over her.
"Mark will attend to Mary's cooking," Pierre told her.
He lowered the tray Deidra was on to a lower table.
"Start to prepare Patrick now," he said to several women
in chef's uniforms. "I want you and Patrick to share in
your great destinies, you are both being turned into
culinary masterpieces." They turned Patrick to face
Deidra as they worked on him. The women injected Patrick
with something in his arms, his thighs,legs, buttocks.
Patrick regained his ability to vocalize as he screamed.
They stuffed a large white onion firmly in his mouth,
after first seasoning his tongue.
They massaged and kneaded Patrick's body, working spices deep
into the pores of his skin. As they did so Pierre was stroking
and kneading Deidra.
"Oh you will make such a fine dessert Deidra, my finest dessert
work ever."
They basted Patrick's body, put him on a tray, his legs
spread to show his penis fully stiffened on the tube they
had inserted the night before. Like Deidra's tray they
fastened his ankles, his wrists to opposite sides of a metal
arc, displaying his rump in back. One of the female chef's
started making a stuffing mix, another a carrot with a hole
through which she moved in and out a long meat thermometer as
Patrick watched her. They started to stuff Patrick with
stuffing mix up his anus. Deidra could see Patrick's discomfort
as they did it, his stomach starting to bulge as they filled him.
They stuffed the carrot up his ass, the meat thermometer through the
hole in the carrot went up as well. They put small shallots
with holes in them on his penis, seasoned Patrick's balls,
then started to season Patrick as Chef Pierre started to enter
Deidra from behind. They put slices of green pepper around each
of Patrick's ears then they put some type of small screen in
each of Patrick's nostrils. "That's to prevent him from
suffocating during the baking process. Your husband should
be very much alive as he bakes for two and a half, perhaps three
hours. We'll occasionally take him out for basting to keep
him juicy and tender. I'll prepare you in front of the glass
door of the oven so you may watch him bake," he said continuing
to thrust in and out of her from behind.
He rolled the cart he had her on to a preparation area directly
in front of the oven in which Patrick was baking in. "Michelle"
he said, "You forgot to put the eye solution in, we want our third
course to be able to see as he cooks and not have the delicious
eyes ruined."
"So sorry Sir" said Michelle as she put on oven mitts to take
out Patrick's tray. Patrick looked relieved as if thinking
perhaps this was all some complicated jest after all. Michelle took
a small bottle of some solution and put drops of a thick fluid in
each of Patrick's eyes.
He tried to struggle briefly as she told him "we want your eyes
tender and juicy," then slid him back into the oven to continue
baking.
"Now madam I shall start your preparation for dessert. You can
watch your husband cook, he can watch your preparation." He took
a bottle of warm water and shot it up her vaginal hole, cleaning
her after having used her. He was humming a tune, it sounded
strangely like Always Look On the Bright Side of Life or Death
from Monty Python's Life Of Brian. He started by taking a bowl
of white thick fluid, dipping a needle and syringe in it, filling
it then injecting it into the back of her right hand. He did
it so skillfully she felt little more then a pinch, no sting, no
blood. She realized he didn't wish to damage or bruise her tissue.
Filling it again he did the same lower down her upper arm, then her
upper right arm, the same to her left hand. He injected each of
her feet, the calves of her legs, her mid thighs, each of her
buttocks, three places on her back, the back of her neck, her
stomach and each side of her ribs.
He put the now empty bowl away with the needle syringe and
went for another bowl with some other solution and another needle
syringe. Her husband Patrick watched him doing this to her,
unable to lift a finger as he cooked in the oven, she unable to
help him as beads of sweat formed on his body. Chef Pierre
filled the syringe from the new bowl injecting it in the left
vaginal lip, another syringe filled injected into her right
vaginal lip. He took a third bowl with a syringe, filling it
he injected it in the upper portion of her left breast, another
syringe of the liquid into her bottom left breast, the same on
her right breast. A fourth bowl was taken out with a smaller
syringe which he filled, injecting it into her left nipple, and
then her right nipple. A fifth bowl came out with another
syringe, he injected something into her forehead, her chin, the
checks of her face. A sixth bowl with a small syringe, he
filled, injecting it in her upper lip, then her lower lip.
He took a bowl with a syringe that had no needle, filled it
and squirted the solution into each of the pupils of her eyes.
She was unable to blink after that, a clear glaze of something
covering each eye.
Pierre stepped back to look on her "Excellent, I need to fill
you now." He took what looked like a large cake icing tube
which she felt him insert into her anus. He brought over
a large bowl of something cream colored that jiggled like a
custard. She could see him take a hose, putting one end in
the bowl, she felt him fasten the other end to the tube already
inserted in her anus. Humming that Monty Python tune from
The Life of Brian, he must have pushed a button for she heard
a sound like a vacuum and creamy custard solution was sucked
from the bowl into the hose. She felt something cold go
up her anus, her intestines, something cold in her stomach as
her stomach filled as if she were pregnant.
He removed the tube from her anus, stuffing a small sugary
confection up her anus as a plug. Deidra heard a small ding
from the oven in which her husband Patrick was baking. The
woman dressed in a chef's outfit which Pierre had addressed
as Michelle earlier, put on oven's mitts. She opened the oven
taking him out and started to spray him with something. She
then took a bowl of sauce which she ladled all over his body,
giving him a slight respite from the oven heat. She grated
fresh garlic all over him, then put Patrick back in the oven
to bake as he attempted to struggle against his restraints.
Deidra could see Tom turning a shade darker as he slowly roasted
outside over the low flame. He was desperately attempting to
struggle as he turned slowly over the flames. People watching
him cook outside only laughed, some were playing volley ball,
others were wearing swim suits, wet from swimming in the pool.
They looked at Tom hungrily and at Mary slow roasting over the
hot coals with equal hunger. The chef attending Mary was
sprinkling her with a bottle of liquid seasoning of some sort.
He finished by giving Mary's fine meaty rump a poke with the
two pronged meat fork which sent Mary into panic as she
desperately struggled against her restraints. It only made
people look at Mary and her husband Tom with greater hunger.
Comments of this being the best feast ever came to Deidra's
ears.
Deidra's husband Patrick was looking through the glass door of
the oven as he slow cooked, watching Chef Pierre prepare his
wife Deidra for the evenings dessert. Deidra could see him
slightly jerk, she heard the slightest sizzle, saw pain
reflected in his eyes. She could smell cooking meat, it was
her friends and husband cooking for the evening meal. Chef
Pierre took out a tube of something that smelled of carmel,
chocolate and whipped cream with wine. He inserted it into
her vaginal hole as he hummed. Squeezing the tube he filled
her womb and vaginal hole with the substance.
Chef Pierre took out a small sauce pan, he put butter, sugar,
a small amount of ground cloves, some rum and lightly simmered
it. He added more and more sugar till it was a thick sugary
paste. He took a small basting brush, dipped it into the
solution and started to basted Deidra's clitoris. She could
feel the warm thick solution coat her clitoris. The solution would
slowly cool as he then applied another coat and another, till
her clitoris was a sugary confection. He turned to the
range with another saucepan, mixing up another sugary mixture
which he applied to the rest of her vagina. "Your clitoris
is mine Deidra" he smiled hungrily at her. "That and your
pretty yummy head with the smooth delicate lips, the flesh of
your face, your eyes, tongue and finally your brain, all mine."
He undid her hand restraints, she found her arms, hands, fingers
were now stiff. He slowly moved her arms, posing her as if she
were spreading her arms, her hands with fingers spread as if she
were offering herself for the feast. He stood back and looked
at her after posing her, liking the effect. He turned his back
on her as he started on another sugary confection on the range.
Deidra could see Tom had further darkened a shade roasting over
the low flames outside. His struggles were weaker as the women
tending him poked him now with some force on his right thigh.
Mary had turned a slight shade darker as she slow roasted over
the coals, her struggles continued with great effort and no effect
save to entertain those planning on consuming her.
Deidra's husband Patrick was turning a shade darker as he baked
in the oven. A ding sounded from the oven, Michelle put on the
oven mitts, opened the door and slid out Patrick's oven tray.
The smell of zesty oven roasted meat was in the air, as Michelle
then Pierre inhaled and commented to Patrick that he was coming
along nicely. Michelle checked the meat thermometer in the carrot
up Patrick's anus. "Very good Monsieur," she said mockingly
to him. She sprayed him down with something, basted him
with sauce, and sprinkled herbs all over him gingerly before
sliding him once more into the oven to continue baking.
Chef Pierre took the new sugary confection he had made on the
stove, whipped slightly with a brush. He started basting the
rest of her body with it. He basted every inch of her several
times till she gleamed with transparent crystal sugar, a living
candied woman. He removed the apple from her mouth, she found
what ever he had injected into the muscles of her face made her
unable to move. "I've sugarized your muscles" he told her.
He shaped her lips into a smile, brushing her lips and teeth
with the sugary glaze to complete the image of a sugary women
offering herself with a smile for dessert. Never mind that
inside Deidra was screaming in anguish at watching her friends
and husband cook to death. Never mind her physical anguish,
presentation is important in the culinary arts.
Chef Pierre took out another tube of cake icing, this one he
used to decorate each toe and finger. Where once there had
been a toe nail or finger nail, now there was pink cake icing.
He turned away to mix up something else, coloring it a red,
the shade of my hair thought Deidra and she knew what he planned.
She could see poor Tom had ceased his struggles, he'd lasted
an hour and a half over the low flames roasting. Mary still
struggled as she slowly turned over the coals outside, Patrick
still moved as he cooked, starring into his wife's eyes as
she was turned into the evenings dessert.
Pierre turned to Deidra with the whipped bowl of red icing that
matched the color of her hair he'd put in a bag for a prize
drawing. He took several cake icing tubes for decorating a
cake with precision. He took one and started to concentrate
on her pubic area, slowly creating realistic looking red
pubic hairs of icing. He exhaled with pride at his workmanship
and took a second tube of red icing with which he created
realistic looking red hair on her now bald scalp, styling it
in a flattering hair style. He created red icing eyebrows,
and eye lashes. He took a small amount of simmering sugary
glaze he had left over from basting her body and added red food
coloring. When it matched the color of her lips he applied
it in several basting coats to her lips, formed in a smile
on her face. He applied some of the same red icing to her
nipples and aureoles. "I shall make you up for your final
great moments madam," he was looking upon her like a canvas,
a living canvas that like all culinary works must be devoured
to be appreciated.
He continued to work on her for several more hours. Mary was no
longer struggling as she roasted, Patrick's struggles were weak
and he would be dead soon, Deidra felt slightly numb. Hopefully
their would be no pain when they ate her for dessert. "Finis,"
Chef Pierre commented upon her. "All I have to do is inject you
with the blood oxygenizing and sugaring substance before serving.
You will be a fresh, lively dessert, right up till I eat your
pretty face and the critical area's of your Brian. I want you
to know you will all be immortalized. I made a souvenir video
of my people and I, what we did to fatten you, the recipes, us
secretly weighing you, your husband Patrick, Tom and Mary. How
we massaged and tenderized you, the moment we carried you all into
the kitchen and all the preparation."
"I will film the eating of all your group, the highlights,
right up to my eating the last part of you in private this
evening. I think I will give an after bit, interviews of
diners, what they thought of the flavor of the four course meal
and of course what is left of you. Who won the hair from each
of you and what they did with it, what we do with the bones,
nails. You Deidra, with you I will take your skull cap
and make a nice decorative finger bowl, with your teeth - I
will have them polished till they gleam like pearls and wear
them. You should be honored, your group is the finest
achievement my team and I have made in the culinary arts.
Ah, of course I understand your friends, your husband and
yourself don't see it that way, such a shame."
"I will send copies of the finished video to each of the guests,
each member of my staff for their personal remembrance and
of course one for myself." He looked at her husband
Patrick, still baking in the oven. "Still with us I see,
sadly not to much longer. Sometimes we can keep them alive
for eating, but not this time I think." He motioned for his
people to get things ready. Despite the pits outside and the
guests socializing outdoors, the dinner was to be served formally
in the dining room. The guests all went to change into formal
attire as they took Tom off the roasting spit, put him on a fine
china platter, garnished him and took him out to the dinning
room to be served.
Patrick was finally dead in the oven, Chef Pierre wheeled Deidra
out on her serving platter into the dining hall at one end. "I
want them to anticipate dessert and this way you can see your
friends meet their finest destiny before you are finally served."
He had several syringes with needles in a bowl by her, she guessed
that was the oxygenizing sugar substance to keep her alive long
term as they ate her for dessert. He'd inject it just before she
was served.
She watched as Tom was served, his light skin turned dark brown
with sauce and seasonings, garnished with vegetables. They carved
off slices of him, hungrily consuming his flesh, chatting as if
he had never mattered. As if this had never been a man with a
name they were eating, just a tray of meat, the first course on
the menu. Mary came next, served with an apple in her mouth,
garnished with pineapple, a honey glaze upon her flesh. They
hungrily carved off slices of her rump, her pink thighs now golden
brown. They carved slices of her breasts, nicely marbled and a
cherry pinned in the tip of each nipple. Again no thought what
so ever, that a beautiful woman had died a horrible agonizing
death and they were eating her now.
They brought out Deidra's own husband Patrick. She wanted to
scream, to cry at what they had done to him before her eyes.
She wanted to kill every one of them for his death. Her handsome
Patrick, everyone had always commented on his likeness to Conan
O'Brian. Now he was posed with potatoes around him, garnished
with onions, that large white onion Carmelized in his mouth as
he had baked alive in the oven before her eyes. They started
to carve him up before her eyes, eating him slowly, slower then
Mary or Tom as they fed their hunger on the flesh of their fellow
human beings.
That's when Deidra realized, they weren't human, not really. They
were empty worthless shell's whose only reason to exist came from
stealing the joy, the life from those who had feelings. The
people eating her husband had none, no love, no joy, no honor or
sense of morality, they were empty of life. Jealously they
had taken the lives of her friends and husband, would take her
life shortly. There was nothing she could do, they would shortly
start eating her for dessert. Her death being slow, very probably
painful. If there was anything she, Tom, Mary and Patrick could
do after death though? If there was a heaven none of these
people would get there, the four of them would be there to
testify against each and everyone of them. If there was only
an afterlife of souls, then they and all their past victims
would be there to inflict justice on them, especially against
Chef Pierre and his crew.
They had finished eating Patrick. Chef Pierre injected her
in different parts of her body with Oxygenizer and sugaring
substance to make her blood sweet, keeping her alive as
they consumed her. He then wheeled her over to the table
for the diners to claps of applause. She could see herself
in a mirror, see the video camera set up to record her death
as she was consumed. She looked as if she was a candy woman
offering herself joyously for their eating. What did it
matter what her real feelings were, she was just dessert.
Before he put her on the dinning table for others to consume, he
took one of his parts. While everyone cheered him on, he lowered
his head and with his tongue started to lick the sugary confection
he had turned her clitoris into. Then he chewed slowly on that
spot of her as inside her brain Deidra screamed in agony, the
feeling of his teeth eating her womanly pearl. He straightened
up, standing to present her for consumption to the other diners,
stating only that the head was now his at the end of the feast.
The other diners did not bother with knives and forks, she was
a living repast. They used what they had naturally as she screamed
inside her head, feeling their lips close on parts of her body.
They all pointed to parts they had with a ticket and started to
lick, to suck, then slowly chew on her living sweetened flesh.
The video camera recorded it all as Chef Pierre proudly looked on.
When there was only Deidra's head left Chef Pierre claimed
it. He put her head on a platter to carry to his quarters.
Still alive, still fully aware she found herself carried to his
bedroom where with a large snifter of Brandy he proceeded to
eat the flesh from her face, her eyes, tongue, finally the parts
of the brain that killed her. He had set up the video camera to
record this as well. It was finally over for Deidra as he finished
his brandy, turned off the camera and slept digesting her in his
stomach. Pierre had a love for fine sugary confections and women.
What chef after all does not enjoy his or her own culinary creations?