Posted by jackh on November 21, 2006 at 08:41:28:
"You are feeling warm and happy now, my dear," the guy in white said, taking Hilda's place in front of me. He held up something shiny and his voice was deep and mellow. This guy is hypnotizing me, I realized, and then everything went blank. The next thing I remember, I was back in the dining room and so were Jenny and my parents and Mr. Alberto and everyone else.
The dining room had huge windows that went almost from the floor to the ceiling and the sunshine that streamed in blinded me when I blinked awake. Jeepers, it was morning! I was standing up, tied to the wall by my arms and ankles. My feet were spread, giving everyone a nice view. I worked my mouth. It felt numb, but at least the gag was gone. I had this woozy feeling which bothered me for a few seconds and then it felt nice as I got used to it, like the sunlight. I felt silly. I thought it was a riot that I was tied to this wall with all my clothes off in a room full of people that planned to snuff me and eat me for their dinner. Yes, I remembered everything, but it didn't scare me. I thought it was funny. I even thought it was sexy.
No one noticed when I woke up because they were busy watching the Jamaicans finish up their work on this wooden platform that had been moved into the center of the dining hall. It had a high bar that went across it and from the bar the Jamaicans were putting up ropes. The other reason people weren't looking at me is that they were looking at Jenny and Lucy. Those girls were on the platform, and Lucy was on top of Jenny, having a good time, while the Jamaicans worked behind them getting the ropes ready. Jenny's face was red and she was breathing hard and her eyes were opening and closing. Lucy had her face between Jenny's legs and the way Lucy's head was moving you knew what she was doing.
"Ah, rejoining the party, I see," said Mr. Alberto, coming over to me with a big grin on his face.
"Ahweehhh," I said, or something like that. I couldn't talk!
"Your tongue isn't working right now, Miss Johnson. Nothing to worry about. By the time we roast you, the drug will have worn off and your tongue will be working fine. Everyone will want to hear what you have to say, I'm sure, when you begin to cook."
Thanks a lot, I thought. I was beginning to feel more serious about things.
"Question is whether you or Jenny will be the meat course for today's banquet. I thought we'd have a little contest to decide that."
Mr. Alberto sure was a guy who liked contests. The contest he had in mind this time was a hanging contest. The Jamaicans were going to hang Jenny and me together and the first one of us who stopped wiggling on the rope would be cooked today and the second one of us wouldn't be cooked until tomorrow. Not the greatest prize for winning a contest but it was better than losing.
As Mr. Alberto explained this to me, a few people began to gather around, seeing as how I was awake, I guess. Some of the men talked about fucking me and Mr. Alberto told them that they would have to wait and that if I lost the contest there wouldn't even be any time for that because the banquet was going to be that afternoon and they would have to start getting me ready to be cooked as soon as the contest finished. Of course, if I won the contest, there would be lots of time to "play", as he said it.
I found out later that Mr. Alberto had played with me himself the night before while I was zonked out from the shot they gave me and from being hypnotized. It didn't bother him one bit that I didn't know what was happening. He had the Jamaicans take me to his room and then he dressed me up in different outfits, including a Girl Scout uniform. What a pervert! I spent the whole night being like one of those sex dolls you can blow up with air. Lucy was there, too, being his assistant and having a few chances with me herself. She was the one who told me about the whole thing. Yuk!
Anyway, Mr. Alberto just laughed and went back to the platform to see if things were all set, and they were. Lucy got off of Jenny who kept lying there on the wood floor, gasping and twisting her head from the orgasm Lucy gave her. Jenny's arms were folded across her tummy and her wrists were tied. One of the Jamaicans hauled Jenny off the floor and made her stand up by one of the ropes. He picked up the noose and held it, letting Jenny get a good look. Jenny quivered and she looked around the room with this wild look in her eyes. She wasn't drugged the way that she had been. She knew what was happening.
"Ahhheewwwww," Jenny said.
Hmmmmm, her tongue was in the same situation as mine, I thought, just as one of the Jamaicans came up to me. The guy untied me from the wall and dragged me to the platform. People were shouting now, and laughing and everyone was excited. Near the back of the dining room I saw my parents and Aunt Ginger. I didn't see my uncle anywhere. My mom had a crazy look on her face and she was kind of bouncing on her toes to see over the heads of the people in front of her. Aunt Ginger bounced beside her. Daddy just sat at their table, not looking at all. I only got a couple of glimpses of him through the crowd.
Jenny's eyes were so wide with fear that it almost made me afraid, but I was still in a pretty good mood considering that I was about to be hung. I was even checking out the bulges in the pants of the Jamaicans as they positioned me for the rope. What was wrong with me!! Hilda stepped up onto the platform and as she did, Mr. Alberto, picked up his microphone and waved at everyone to quiet down.
"We're ready to begin folks. Hilda will put the nooses on the meat girls and they will be hoisted at the same time. I know many of you have made bets on the outcome, so good luck."
I closed my eyes as Hilda came up with a mean smile on her face. I tried to think. Jenny was a good friend of mine and I felt bad about trying to make her get killed before me, but not that bad. If I won the contest, I'd stay alive one more day probably and, who knows, maybe something would happen to save me. I figured I had an advantage because Jenny, being so voluptuous, is heavier than me. I have a figure but I'm slender. So she would have more weight than me pulling her neck against the rope. Of course, maybe Jenny had a stronger neck than me and if she did that would like neutralize things.
I was still thinking about this when I felt the rope go around my neck. I held my breath. Then, just in the nick of time, I realized that holding my breath wasn't a smart thing to do, so I took a big deep breath just before the rope tightened. I thought the rope was going to cut my neck in half and then I thought it was going to pull my head off my body. I was going up. I tried to reach the platform with me feet but I only felt the air. I kicked and twisted. I saw the people watching me. I can still remember that, how some of them were very serious and kind of respectful watching two girls start to get hung while others looked like they were crazy and were shouting and waving their fists in the air.
I tightened my neck as much as I could, trying to resist the rope. It didn't work except maybe a little it worked. Kicking didn't help much either. Let's face it, when you're being hung there isn't a lot you can do. But you try. You can't help it. The gravity pulls you down so you kick up your feet like it's an instinct fighting that darned gravity. I felt my breath being cut off. And all the time I could hear the people laughing and hooting. I had like snap shot visions that I still remember and one of them was of a guy up in front, sitting in a chair, jerking off and staring at Jenny, the same guy I had seen in the movie jerking off while he watched Emily hang. I hated that guy! And right beside him in another chair, a woman was sitting in a guy's lap being fucked, while they both stared at Jenny. I didn't see anyone looking at me. Now, you might think that this is totally weird, but here I was being hung and about to be killed for all I knew and I had this sudden jealously about everyone watching Jenny and no one paying any attention to me. I guess my mom and Aunt Ginger were watching me but who knows. I couldn't see them.
I didn't see Jenny myself until the end. She was beside me, only a few feet away, and I still couldn't see her because I was facing the front like she was and you don't turn this way or that way to see what's going on when you're being hung. You can't do that even if you want to. All you can do is kick and wiggle and maybe by chance you will turn yourself. And that's what happened. I saw Jenny for a few seconds. She wasn't kicking any longer. She was just hanging on her rope, wiggling slightly and with her head drooped. Her tits jiggled still and these were the parts of her that moved the most, like they were showing off, which was great for the audience considering the kind of tits they were. Jenny's eyes were blinking and her mouth was hanging open with her tongue falling out. I realized that I was winning the contest. I wiggled hard as I could. I felt like my head was going to pop right off me. Also, I started to lose my vision and things in my head were going black, but somehow I kept myself going.
"Cut them down!" Mr. Alberto yelled.
Suddenly, the pressure on my neck ended. Someone had his arms around me. Whoever it was put me down on the floor of the platform. When I looked up, I saw two of the Jamaicans taking Jenny away. They held her while some other guys pushed two of the dining tables together and put a rubber sheet like thing over them and then they put Jenny on the table. Two people had been standing there waiting for the guys to get Jenny on the table. Yup, it was Hilda and they guy in the white clothes. Jenny was about to get herself cooked.
"Elle, you're going to help us cook your girlfriend," Lucy whispered to me.
"No, I'm not!"
I sounded a little funny but I could talk again. I could have punched Lucy I was so mad at her and I almost did. My hands were free now and so were my ankles. I was standing there like I was one of the people in their club except that I didn't have any clothes on and everyone else did, everyone except Jenny.
"It's for her own good, sweetie. Don't you think it will be better if she doesn't realize what is going to happen to her than if she knows she is going to roast in an oven."
I didn't know what to say to that.
"Look," said Lucy, pointing to the wall across the room. One of the Jamaicans was standing next to this big painting and when Lucy nodded he pulled the painting out from the wall and there behind it was an oven with a glass door, big enough for a girl.
"You can be one of us today, Elle. Don't think about tomorrow. Just think about today and have fun," Lucy said.
"Right. Do you think I'm totally crazy?"
"No, I think you're sexy and sweet, and you're smart, Elle. Use your head. Play along and who knows what will happen."
Lucy grabbed my hand and pulled me to the table where Jenny was lying. Hilda and the chef were there and a couple of ladies and Mr. Alberto was standing behind them, keeping an eye on everything, and one of the Jamaicans was walking around with a video camera. They had a closed circuit television going and people sitting in the dining room could watch Jenny and the people around her on a couple of screens they had on the walls, besides seeing us from their tables.
"Look who's here, Jenny. It's Elle," Lucy said.
Jenny looked up at me and smiled. Her eyes seemed clearer than they had. I wondered if Jenny was getting back her old self again. I kind of hoped she wasn't, considering what these jerks were planning to do to her.
"Hi Elle."
So Jenny's Novocaine was wearing off, too. They must have given us only enough to shut us up while we were being hung.
"Hi Jenny. Um, how are you feeling?" I felt like a dope asking that but I had to say something.
"My throat hurts."
"Right, mine too. It's what happens when then hang you."
"They hanged me?"
"Sure. You don't remember? They hanged us like five minutes ago!"
Jenny sighed. She looked around at the people. She tried to lift herself but her hands and legs were tied to the tables so she couldn't. It didn't seem to bother her that much. She sort of settled back and relaxed, letting everyone look at her perfect body and gorgeous tits.
"What am I doing here? Why are my clothes off? Elle yours are off, too."
"You're going to be a princess today, Jenny. We're going to pamper you like you've never been pampered before," Lucy said. She smoothed her hand on Jenny's forehead and Jenny's cheek and smiled down at her.
Jenny smiled back. "Mmmmm, I like to be pampered", she sighed.
The ladies started to give Jenny a sponge bath. The water was warm and soapy. They sponged Jenny all over. You could see they especially liked sponging Jenny's tits and Jenny liked it a lot herself. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She looked unbelievably beautiful when she did that.
"Miss Johnson," a voice said. I knew who it was before I turned around.
Mr. Alberto was holding a shiny thing which he waved back and forth in front of my face. As soon as I looked at it this sexy feeling came over me. He held it there for a few seconds without saying anything and then he put it in his pocket.
"Hmmmm, was I just hypnotized again?"
"Not again. Activating what we planted the first time, Miss Johnson. We dont want your moral sense interfering with you natural erotic impulses. That's all. Only a minor adjustment to your psychic makeup, I assure you."
Well, thanks for nothing, I wanted to say, but I kept quiet and waited for Mr. Alberto to tell me what he wanted to say next. I figured it was going to be something serious, and it was.
"Perhaps you realize that we've started making our movie, Miss Johnson. You've been selected as a co-star, along with Jenny, though her part is rather limited. You remember who the other star is, I'm sure. He's waiting for you."
I looked past a bunch of tables and people to where my parents and Aunt Ginger were sitting. I wondered what had happened to Uncle Jake. Maybe he was sick or something. Anyway, the table was partly blocked from my view but I did get a glimpse of the other star. He was sitting in his chair.
"Daddy," I swallowed.
"Yes. He's going to fuck you. Lucy will excuse you temporarily and when she does you are to go your co-star and give him a lap dance. Do you know what a lap dance is, Miss Johnson?"
To be honest, I had never heard of a lap dance which shows you how dumb I was, but I could figure it out. I nodded that I understood and then Mr. Alberto left me and walked over to Hilda and the two of them talked very quietly while they looked at Jenny getting the end of her sponge bath. The ladies had finished washing Jenny with clear water, getting all the soap off and now they were drying her with warm towels.
"An enema? I don't want an enema!," Jenny said, making a face. A lady traced one of her hands along Jenny's thigh and then she dipped her finger in Jenny's slit and moved it back and forth a little, making Jenny catch her breath and maybe not worry so much about the enema. I was feeling pretty sexy myself and I thought about doing the same thing to Jenny that the lady was doing, even though Im not usually bi. Plus, I hate to admit it but I tingled all over when I thought about Jenny being cooked in the oven and then being served like a turkey at a banquet, and when I thought about the same thing happening to me, I still tingled! I was as messed up as everyone else thanks to that darn shiny thing!
"Honey, enemas are so nice," Lucy said, sweetly. "Tell her, Elle."
"Oh," I said, trying to think of something nice to say about an enema. Why was Jenny going to get an enema anyway, I wondered, and then the reason came to me.
"Right, well they make you feel real good, Jenny. Remember that movie with Steve Martin? They have these like enema salons in California where the actors go to get, you know, cleaned out. Those actors would say that an enema is really great for pampering a person."
The ladies turned Jenny on her side and one of them stuck in the tube.
"You can go give that lap dance now, honey," Lucy said to me with a wink. "Just one thing. You better not say a word, not one word, about the plan to cook you for dinner tomorrow and remember, sweetie, it's just a plan. But if you give your parents a hard time about that, if you even mention it, Mr. Alberto will have you cooked today along with Jenny. There's another oven in the kitchen, you know. Mr. Alberto doesn't want any talk about that in the movie. He wants the movie to be pure sex. Do you understand?"
"Mmm hm."
I took a deep breath and started walking between the tables. People were looking at me now and not just at Jenny.
"Hey meat girl!," some guy called.
"Man, I want a turn fucking that meat girl," another guy said.
Hmmmm, so I was a meat girl now. I felt the eyes sizing me up. Maybe Lucy was right. It was kind of fun being a meat girl. I became aware of someone following me and I wondered if it was Mr. Alberto, but it was one of the guys with a video camera. Another guy with a video was standing by Daddy's table when I got there.
"Hi Daddy," I said.
My mom and Aunt Ginger were sitting at the table, looking at me and I could see they were excited. It was easy to see that Daddy was excited, too. I wasn't going to have any problem getting him to have a big hardon this time. He had one already, bulging in his pants. It made me wonder if my parents knew about me being cooked that they could be so happy and excited about sex. I was afraid to say anything about that but Aunt Ginger wasn't.
"Mmmmm, ready for a hot time, Elle?," Aunt Ginger said. "Oh, I mean a hot time with your daddy, hon, not the hot time you'll be having tomorrow."
She laughed and mom laughed. Yup, it seemed that even my mom had made a good adjustment to having her daughter cooked for dinner. That's how raunchy they were, how much they were into being sluts and not wanting to lose their chances to be invited to more sex parties at Mr. Alberto's mansion. I was like a ticket for them. I guess Mom decided I might as well be a ticket and also give them some fun since I was totally ruined for being a good Catholic girl, which was the only thing she ever wanted me to be. I wasn't sure about Daddy. It looked like all he could think about was fucking me. His eyes were red and he was breathing hard as he stared at me and there was sweat on his forehead. He pulled his fly down and yanked out his cock. It stood straight up in his lap like a missile on a launching pad.
People were standing up around all the tables near us, everyone trying to get a good look even though they could have seen everything on the TV screens if they wanted. I gave them all a look. Maybe I was accepting a little bit the idea of being a meat girl, but I hadn't completely lost it. I tossed my hair back. I stuck out my tongue to show them what a slut I could be. I was showing them that I could be just as big a slut as my mom, which I knew would be making her totally furious.
"Mmmmmm, if I sit right there, Daddy, it will be a problem. I mean how can a person sit down with that big badboy sticking up in the air like that?"
"Get on it," he muttered.
"Yes, get on it, Elle. Fuck her, Edward. Fuck her brains out," Mom said. She kind of hissed when she talked.
I put my hands on my hips and looked at her.
"You're mad because I'm not like a nun but it's okay for you to be the world's biggest slut. I don't think so, mom!"
"Shut up," Daddy said and he grabbed me. He lifted me up and planted me on his lap and wham! His badboy went all the way inside me. I felt like I was being split in two. I couldn't breathe. Daddy put his hands on my hips and started pumping me up and down.
So there I was being fucked by my own Daddy in front of my mom and my aunt and a room full of grownups while guys with cameras were walking around us making a movie of the whole thing. Phew! I sort of got into it, I have to admit. I forgot about Jenny and all the cooking stuff. I was going up and down and loving every bit of it. I saw the hot expressions on the faces of the people watching me, and I loved that. I saw my mom's face, full of anger or whatever, and I loved that, too. I looked right back at her one time and licked my lips just like a porn star.
I don't know what happened next. I mean I had a major you know what, I know that, and so did Daddy!, but the next thing I remember I was lying on my back on the floor, panting and getting my brains back when there was this big commotion in the room and suddenly Uncle Jake was there. Two Jamaicans had him. Uncle Jakes hands were tied. The Jamaicans pushed him down and he fell on the floor not far from me. Mr. Alberto came over and kicked Uncle Jake in the ribs.
"We'll take care of you," Mr. Alberto said, in a mean voice. Then he turned to me.
"Your uncle was trying to make a call on a cell phone. Not his own, of course. No phones are permitted to guests while they are here. My cell phone. He stole it from the office. When we checked the number he had dialed, we found he was trying to contact the authorities. Fortunately, my men interrupted the call before it went through. How gallant of your uncle to try to save you, Miss Johnson. Too bad he was caught, too bad for him, that is."
I'm a pretty fast thinker, and I thought fast then. In fact, I had one of the best fastest thoughts I ever had.
"Uncle Jake shouldn't have done that, Mr. Alberto. I hope you teach my bad uncle a lesson," I said, and I made a pout as if I was mad at Uncle Jake for trying to spoil everyone's good time.
I made a sexy stretch on the floor and batted my eyes at Mr. Alberto.
"Maybe Uncle Jake didn't know that I'm a meat girl now," I said in my cutest, softest voice.
Mr. Alberto laughed. He was holding a pair of handcuffs that I think he had planned to put on me just to be on the safe side because of what Uncle Jake had done, but he put the cuffs down on the table he was standing next to. He looked at me the way a horny guy looks at a girl he wants to screw or maybe roast in an oven if he is a nut like Mr. Alberto.
"Indeed you are, Miss Johnson."
"You're a talkative girl, Miss Johnson. Tell us what it's like being a whore and a meat girl," Mr. Alberto said when I was standing up again and wondering what would happen to me next.
Hmmmm, what kind of a question is that?, I thought. Was Mr. Alberto testing me? He looked at me like he might be testing me. I wanted Mr. Alberto to think I was still under the hypnosis or whatever. I don't know why I wasn't still under it, although I'd never been totally under it, only partly, and maybe because of what had happened with Daddy I was thinking clearly now.
"Hmmmmm, well I didn't know I was a whore exactly, Mr. Alberto. I thought maybe I was a slut but not a whore because it's not like a job I have."
"Humph, a fine distinction. Well, at this point you're mainly a meat girl so tell us about that. Are you looking forward to your experience in the oven?"
"Right, I am looking forward to it quite a bit," I said, but I guess I didn't sound that convincing because Mr. Alberto gave me another funny look. I should have been a good actress like I'm supposed to be and pretended better that I could hardly wait to be stuffed in an oven. Anyway, Mr. Alberto called over one of the Jamaicans and talked to him so that I couldn't hear and then the Jamaican guy came and grabbed my hand.
"My man will bring you back now, Miss Johnson," was all that Mr. Alberto said.
The guy led me through the tables to where Jenny was, still spread out like when I left her. Nothing had happened while I was gone, it seemed. I guess that was because everyone had been watching Daddy screw me.
"Elle, that was so hot!, Lucy said. That video is going to be one of the most popular in the library." What she meant was that Mr. Alberto had a whole library of porn videos that they made at his parties for people to take out and watch in their rooms while they were at the mansion, so it was like a big honor to have a popular one.
"Now that you're back, honey, we can get going. Mr. Alberto wants you to see everything that happens with Jenny. It will be a preview for you for tomorrow, when it will be your turn."
"For getting pampered, right?"
"Are you being sarcastic, Elle?" Lucy looked at me the same way that Mr. Alberto had looked at me.
I got scared that I had messed up. "No, no. I want to be pampered," I said, trying to look as dumb as I could.
Lucy smiled, still looking at me with her questioning eyes. Then she laughed as if everything was okay and she bent over Jenny and kissed Jenny on the lips. Jennys eyes were closed. I think she had been taking a nap. Now her eyes opened as she was being kissed and she began to kiss Lucy back. Pretty soon the two of them were moving their mouths together in the hottest kiss I ever saw. There were glimpses of their tongues and the sound of Jenny's sighs, and Hilda and the ladies and Lucy and me stood there in total silence watching and maybe wishing it was us kissing Jenny or even being her. I know for a little while I was.
"Phew," Lucy laughed, lifting her head, finally. "All right girls, finish her up."
The ladies shaved Jenny. They shaved her legs and her arms, not that Jenny had a lot to shave. One of the ladies shaved the light brown hair from Jenny's cunt and while she did that, another lady shaved Jenny's eyebrows. I thought maybe she was only going to trim Jenny's eyebrows but she shaved them all the way off. When she finished, she cut Jenny's hair back but left her with like a pixie. I wondered why Jenny didn't say anything. She never made a peep. She just accepted everything they did to her like she was at a beauty salon. Lucy watched, giving the ladies directions now and then and also keeping an eye on me. I sort of shifted on my feet and tried to act like what the ladies were doing to Jenny was just great. I wished I had some clothes on since I was the only one besides Jenny who didn't and every time I would look around I would see people checking me out even though I had already been there like an hour or whatever.
When the ladies finished with their shaving, Lucy went and inspected Jenny all over. She took her time inspecting Jenny's cunt, really liking that part of the inspection, it seemed, and then she told the ladies they had done a good job and that it was okay to baste Jenny.
That was when Jenny finally got concerned. As the ladies started brushing this oily stuff on Jenny's skin, Jenny looked up at Lucy.
"What are they doing!?"
"They're basting you honey, getting you ready for the tanning bed."
"There's a tanning bed?"
"Uh huh, right in that wall over there. See?"
She turned Jenny a little and lifted her head, showing Jenny the oven.
"That's a tanning bed?"
"Mm hmm, when you come out you'll be nice and brown."
The ladies giggled and even Hilda had a big grin on her face as she stepped up to the table. She had a needle and she stuck it right in Jenny's side. Jenny batted her eyes a few times and then her eyes closed and they didn't open again.
"She'll be unconscious for fifteen or twenty minutes," Lucy said to me. "Hilda is going to stuff her."
"Stuff her? You mean like a turkey?"
"Yes, exactly! When she comes around she won't know the difference. We'll put some foil over her tummy to hide the stitches. She won't know a thing until she's in the oven and sees the coils turn red and feels the surge of heat. Then she'll realize it's not a tanning bed she's in. Oh my, isn't this the most exciting thing ever, Elle, I mean ever!? Mr. Alberto and I have done this before you know, many times, but not here. I'm so excited were finally doing it for the party."
I could hardly breathe. I stood there like a helpless jerk while Hilda stuck a knife in Jenny and slit her stomach wide open. Hilda was wearing rubber gloves. She stuck one of her hands inside Jenny and a few seconds later the hand came back out bringing some of Jenny's intestines with it. Yuk!! One of the ladies held up a bucket and Hilda loaded it up with handful after handful until the bucket was almost filled. Hilda washed out Jenny's stomach with a hose and then she packed in the stuffing that the ladies held out for her in two big bowls. The stuffing piled up so high I didn't see how it was going to all fit inside Jenny when they sewed her up, but it did. Hilda pushed the flaps of Jenny's tummy together and stitched them, leaving Jenny with a big bulge in her belly, like she was having a baby.
Well, Hilda and Lucy and the ladies were admiring Hilda's work, and so was Mr. Alberto who had come over for a closer look, when one of the Jamaicans came running up, all excited and said something in Mr. Alberto's ear.
"My God!," said Mr. Alberto. He started yelling for everyone to clear out of the dining room. All of the Jamaicans began rushing around, jabbering away at the people to get them to move. I didn't know what the heck was going on.
"Tie her and gag her. Stick her under that table," Mr. Alberto said, referring to me. Then I heard the sirens.
The cops were coming. It turned out Uncle Jake really had gotten through on that cell phone. When the Jamaicans caught him, he was making a second call, not the first one.
The ladies must have been covering up Jenny when the door to the dining room burst open and the cops came in. By then, I was under the table where the Jamaicans had shoved me, tied and gagged. There was a space of a couple of inches between the bottom of the table cloth and the floor that I could see through, but I could really only see like the feet of people. I thought maybe I could squirm my way out from under the table, but the rope was around my neck and every time I tried to move I choked myself.
"Jesus, get this girl to the hospital," one of the cops said, "and take that bucket with you." The guy had a strong, clear voice and I knew right away that he must be in charge. He just sounded like he was in charge. He sounded very cool and smart. I hoped he would be the guy who would find me! I wouldn't even care that he would see me without my clothes on. Hmmmm, I would love for this guy to see me without my clothes on, I thought to myself. But he didn't find me, no one did.
It seemed like forever that I worked my hands against the rope before I got free. I got the rope off me and pulled the gag out of my mouth and crawled out from under the table. I stood up and looked around. Everyone was gone. I listened. Not a sound from anywhere in that whole gigantic house. The cops had taken everyone to the police station. I wondered about Jenny. And then I heard it, like a rapping noise. I heard it again, and realized it was coming from the wall where the oven was.
I went over to where the noise was coming from and I pulled out the painting and looked inside the glass window and there right inside that darned oven was Mr. Alberto! He saw me and tapped his foot against the window. He looked pretty unhappy. I peered in at him. He looked blue in the face. He waved his hands at the door, signaling me to open it. I had an idea what the problem was. He had been using up the air in the oven faster than it was seeping in. If I didn't get him out of there he was going to croak. Boy, I thought, here I was about to save a guy who had wanted to kill me right in this same oven. Well, I was someone who didn't hold grudges against people and I hoped Mr. Alberto would appreciate that.
"Why are you in there anyway?," I said and then I realized that Mr. Alberto must have had the Jamaicans put him in there as a place to hide until the cops were gone. He yelled at me, but the sound was muffled and I don't know what he said.
"You should save your breath, Mr. Alberto, and stop squirming around so much. Don't you know you are just using up your oxygen?," I said as I pulled on the handle.
The door didn't open. I pulled again and it still didn't open. Mr. Alberto was going nuts inside, gesturing at me and hollering. I finally got it. This was an oven you couldn't open by pulling the door. The door locked when it closed so as to prevent the girl who was going to be cooked from opening it on the inside. Hmmmmm, there had to be a button or something for opening it. I studied the controls. Boy, I had never seen an oven as complicated as this one. It had a bunch of buttons and, besides that, the oven was new and there was some paper from where it had been wrapped or something still stuck to it, partially covering the control section.
"Oh, there it is," I said to myself, seeing this red button with the word OPEN above it.
"You'll be out in a jiffy, Mr. Alberto," I shouted, and I pushed the red button.
There was a loud click. A red light came on. Ooops, I had a bad feeling about this. I peeled off some of the paper near the button I had pushed. There were some other words there. They said: "CLEAN. Will NOT OPEN when light is ON."
"Yikes, I think I pushed the wrong button, Mr. Alberto."
I might as well stop here. I tried this thing and that thing but it was no use. Pushing that darn button was basically the last thing that I did at Mr. Alberto's party.
EPILOGUE
I felt bad for a long time about what I did to Mr. Alberto. I still hate to remember how upset he looked when those red coil things started to glow right above his head. But everyone said it wasn't my fault and that it was good riddance as far as Mr. Alberto was concerned, so I got over it okay. Jenny was okay, too. She got her intestines back thanks to these amazing doctors at the hospital. She has a big scar on her tummy naturally, but she doesn't mind it one bit. In fact, Jenny wants to be a meat girl, or at least that's what she says. I don't know what is wrong with that girl. As for me, my parents went to jail with all of the other sex fiends and I live with Uncle Jake now and if you're wondering what that is like, well, he bugs me all the time about my homework and learning to write and all, and NO, we dont have sex, we just flirt a little and have fun the way a girl and her favorite uncle should. But I have to admit, I do think about the time I was a judge in the cock contest and it was Number Seven's turn to get judged. To be honest, I would kind of like to judge him again if he would agree to that. It's just a fantasy I have.
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