Posted by Sawney Beane on August 30, 2006 at 04:56:28:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #60
MODESTY
by Sawney Beane
11 March 1998
1,246 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story was based mostly on an impression that I had when viewing a picture I first saw with the title FEMMS2. I later learned that it was from a French film with a title translating to "Do You Like Women?" The connection is the way the girl is served, but it otherwise has little to do with this story. The setting for this story just came to me pretty much spontaneously.
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"I'm ready, Waters, just tell me what I have to do."
The household chef was impressed as she entered the room in her big fluffy bath towel and motioned her to sit on the table in the middle of the kitchen.
"How long will this take?"
"Not long," he replied and asked her to remove her towel, hardly believing that he was asking this of the master's daughter.
She shyly complied and sat fully nude before him. He looked at her long blonde hair and perfect body and wondered what all this was about. This was to be no ordinary day for him, but he would do his job as best he could.
He examined her legs with professional dispassion and checked her armpits and genitals. "You've been shaved very well," he said hiding his emotions.
"Rachel does a good job," she replied carelessly.
"And internally?"
She winced, "It's been taken care of all too well, but I'm starving to death!"
"That won't be a problem soon."
"No, I suppose not."
"It must be a very big event."
"It is; why do you ask?"
"It's just that the master doesn't sacrifice his daughter every day."
"True, it so happens that there are guests here who could very well create a merger that would virtually double the value of my father's business."
"But why you? There are plenty of beauties in our larder, perhaps I should call the master and ask him to reconsider?"
"No, it has to be me."
"Well, none of them are as beautiful as you."
She smiled in silent acceptance of the compliment.
"Seems a lot to ask you to do this, anyway."
"Well, opportunities must be created in any way possible. We have to do anything we can to contribute to the family well being."
"Even this?"
"Well, my father had five daughters, and the oldest three played their part by entering into strategic marriages arranged by my father and leading to successive increases in our family's wealth. I, the fourth daughter must play my part now, but our potential partner has no unmarried sons, so I have to play a different role. We can only guess what will be the fate of my younger sister, Elizabeth."
"But aren't you concerned about your death?"
"Not at all, it is in your hands, and you can bring my death about in the best of ways. My death will be the most beautiful death a girl could ever hope for, assuming that you do your work in anything like the fashion you have in the past."
He blushed at the compliment.
"Furthermore, I will help to bring about a wonderful future for the business, and it will happen if I am served tonight. Who could say no to this? No, my death I don't fear. I do regret, however, the cessation of my life." At this point she let out a small sigh but quickly composed herself. "But it will be worth it in the end, and I certainly don't envy my sisters who have been saddled with unpleasant husbands. This will be better by far."
"OK, if you say so. The oven is just about warm enough."
"Fine, I'm yours; make me delicious."
"You'll be served on this," he said indicating the large silver platter that had already been lined with lettuce and a few decorative fruits. "But, of course, we have to cook you first, so we'll use this pan." He showed her the big roasting pan on the cart and asked her to climb into it. She did so.
"Now we add a little bit of water and seasoning and the first step will be done. Just relax and we'll take care of you."
The chef first covered her hair in a heavy-duty shower cap and then filled the pan partway with water underneath her back. He apologized as he tied her arms and legs to the small rings inside the pan and explained that they were to keep her from flailing about in the oven. Then he assaulted her with his special blend of herbs and spices, which covered her fine skin in an aromatic cloud.
"OK, Miss Laura," said the chef when he was through, "we're ready to put you in the oven. Is there anything I can do for you first?"
"There is one thing, Waters."
"Yes, ma'am?"
"I don't want to be exposed."
"I don't understand."
"My private parts; I don't want them to be exposed when I am served."
"But they will have to be uncovered if someone is going to eat them."
"Yes, that's fine once they're taken off of me, but while they're on, I don't want everyone to see. After all, my father and mother and sisters and brothers and brothers-in-law and nieces and nephews will all be there, and it's not appropriate for my whole family to be gawking at those things, so I beg you to find a way to cover me up."
He was surprised that a woman on the verge of death could show such delicacy, but he had an inspiration. "I've just the thing ma'am." He started rummaging through cabinets until he returned with his prizes. "This will do it."
She smiled. "Yes, that is wonderful; I'll be covered and look great at the same time."
He placed two of the scallop shells on her breasts to try them for size and the larger one over her shaved pubic mound. The shells on her breasts covered the nipples and the tips of her breasts but left most of their moderate bulk exposed. The third shell covered her like a fig leaf but more alluringly.
"That's perfect," she said, "I'm ready now; thank you for that favour."
"Anything for my masterpiece," he said as he removed the three shells from her physique. "I'll put them back on when I take you out in an hour. Then I'll cut open your belly and remove your internal organs so we can add the stuffing. That's also when we put the potatoes in the pan with you and the apple in your mouth. I'll add the shells then and put you back in to cook for the rest of the time. OK?"
"Great, thanks," she said with a sincere smile, "I'm ready to be delicious."
The chef rolled her to the oven and pushed the pan inside. She began the slow conversion from nineteen-year-old woman to meat and should have been dead before the hour was up. Nonetheless, she showed signs of life when he pulled her out of the oven and began to carve open her belly with a surgeon's precision.
Once her intestines and other organs had been extracted and replaced with a savoury stuffing and her belly sewn back up flawlessly, the chef piled potatoes around her body and placed the shells over her breasts and genitals. Most of the twitches her body made showed no sign of a retained consciousness, but a definite smile crossed her face as he did this. Then he pushed a large red apple into her mouth and pushed the former heiress back into the oven.
The meal was a fantastic success. Laura looked stunning on her bed of lettuce surrounded by potatoes and assorted fruits. The shells on her private parts made her, if anything, more alluring, and the taste was beyond compare. The merger went through, and Laura's family benefited immensely from the deal. Everyone remembered Laura fondly for her unselfish contribution.