Posted by by Sunday Supper on March 15, 2005 at 18:10:43:
Arriving at the lake, she was pleasantly surprised to find it deserted, and quickly waded in and began swimming back and forth, delighting in the feel of the cool waters. Soon the sun began to clear away the fog and Heather made her way towards a rocky part of the shore of the lake where she could dry herself.
She made it only a few feet out of the water though before feeling something like a bug bite, spun around to look where she'd felt the prick, and saw something more like a dart protruding from her skin before collapsing under her own weight, unconscious.
She came to not too much later, and quickly realized that her wrists and ankles were tied, and her mouth gagged. A somewhat rugged looking man wearing what looked like hunting fatigues and holding some sort of gun was standing over her, mumbling out loud. "Mmm, good haunches.. not a bit o' hair below the neck.. Oh, why hello thar! Waking up already are ye?" If he wanted any answer, Heather was unable to give it, her gag muffling everything. Certainly she realized her predicament though and started trying to crawl away as best she could with her limbs bound. "None of that, pretty little doe! We need to be getting you home!" Saying that, he easily picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
As much as she tried, Heather seemed far too weak to even try resisting being carried through the forest for at least a good few miles to what looked like a log cabin. Suspecting that she was about to be raped as soon as she was carried inside, Heather began to struggle again, just as three young girls in colourful dresses came bounding out of the front door.
"Daddy! Daddy! Ooh, she's so pretty!" Suddenly several small hands were poking and pinching at the parts of her that were closest to the ground. This was so unexpected, Heather had no idea what to do and simply lay draped across the man's shoulder as he carried her inside and set her down on a large surface that felt like marble.
The children stood back as a woman entered the room, wearing a similarly colourful dress. "Oh, Henry, she's perfect! Now, you go change while I get started." The woman, who Heather had to admit was quite pretty, leaned over and removed her gag, then stroked softly at her cheeks. "There, there. I hope Henry didn't hurt you getting you here?"
Heather found herself merely shaking her head, then quickly found her voice, "I..I. What's going on? You've kidnapped me!"
The other woman simply smiled and shook her head, "No dear, you were caught. Now, my girls are all quite hungry, and we have a lot of company coming today for dinner, so I hope you won't be any trouble?"
This didn't sound at all right, and Heather merely stared blankly, not at all understanding what was going on now. "Wh-what do you mean? You kidn-catch me and now just expect me to lay here quietly while you have guests over?"
The other woman didn't answer at first, grabbing a large jar of something and dipping her hands into it before finally saying, "Well, hopefully by the time the guests arrive, you'll be in the oven." She removed her hands from the jar and began rubbing what felt like some sort of oil across Heather's body, "I just want to make sure you'll enjoy this instead of resisting."
This took even longer to truly sink in, long enough that her body was already starting to respond to the loving way that the woman was spreading the oil across her skin, almost caressing it in. Stuttering against her will, because she was sure she should feel terrified rather than aroused, she asked quietly, "Do…do you mean to say that you're going to cook me?" She shivered at the thought, certainly she hadn't expected her life to end in someone's oven, nor while she was still so young.
This got a faster reply, "Why, of course I mean that! What else would I feed my girls and all the guests we're having over? And don't worry your pretty little head, you'll make a delicious feast." She then turned her head to address the girls, "Now, come watch, and pay close attention."
The girls all huddled in close as their mother continued massaging the slightly fragrant oil over ever inch of Heather's body, having to flip her over to cover her back. She seemed to linger extra long whenever Heather's breath grew short, and Heather could have sworn half a gallon of oil was rubbed into the area around her sex alone. The children giggled at the small gasps and noises she couldn't help making, which wasn't nearly so bad though as when their mother finally stopped and said, "Now, you three all try for a little bit. The key isn't just to cover the roast, but make her enjoy it. They taste much better that way."
As their six small hands played across Heather's body, their mother began fetching various things from the icebox, including three large bowls. Letting the girls explore as much as they liked, with Heather unable to even consider resisting her fate now, she also found her favourite roasting pan, just barely large enough for a girl as tall as Heather.
"Okay girls, that's enough, you're starting to torture her now...”
Indeed, Heather's sighs and moans had become more desperate as she longed for an orgasm, now she looked pleadingly at the woman who was so intent on having her for dinner, "Please..."
The woman smiled and placed a hand over Heather's sex, rubbing back and forth slowly, "Yes dear? Is there something we can do to make this easier?"
Heather's lips quivered for a long time, as she knew she should be asking for her freedom, to not go into the oven, but what finally came out was just simply, "Y-yes."
With that, the woman smiled and removed her hand, only for something cold and soft to be pressed against her sex. Before she could ask what it was, she was told, "This is a nice bread pudding to fill you up down here, doesn't that feel nice?" Indeed, the coolness was kind of nice, but as the bread pudding was stuffed inside her, the feeling got much stronger, especially as fingers pushed inside her to pack it in.
Finally a long scream of ecstasy broke through the cabin as her body was filled with the pleasure of a powerful orgasm; except there was something else, a pain almost that she couldn't explain until she looked down. Her belly had been sliced open. In the moment of her intense pleasure, a knife had plunged in and opened her up, and the three girls were now pulling out her insides even as their mother was still finishing stuffing her, the pleasure just barely balancing out the pain.
She closed her eyes tight, which helped her concentrate on just the pleasure, the pain quickly fading now. It occurred to her now that perhaps this wasn’t really all so bad, that perhaps this would be an enjoyable way to die, and a meaningful one too. By the time the three girls had pulled all her insides out, her sex was feeling wonderfully full and she couldn’t help wonder what the bread pudding would taste like after she was done baking.
“Okay girls, go wash your hands and fetch me a needle and thread, okay?” As they hurried off, the woman pulled up the next bowl and began scooping up large amounts of some sort of bread stuffing from it and filling Heather’s empty body cavity with it. Chancing a look, Heather opened her eyes to see a broad smile on her cook’s face as more and more stuffing was scooped into her belly. Feebly returning the smile, Heather closed her eyes again and began to daydream about what it would be like to be cooking in the oven. The girls returned with the needle and thread and Heather gasped slightly each time it passed through her skin as her belly was sewn shut, the stuffing sealed within. With her eyes closed, what happened next caught her by surprise though, as she was lifted and moved, being set down in something metal feeling which she saw must be the roasting pan as she opened her eyes again. Her arms and legs were gently repositioned until her wrists and ankles were tied all together instead of just to each other, her knees now spread and her sex feeling gaping open on display to the whole world. Her sex had felt completely full before, but now the girls giggled at the expressions on Heather’s face as a shaved yam was lodged in, sealing the bread pudding within her. Another was then slowly pushed into her anus, the sensations now surpassing even the wildest orgiastic fantasies of poor Heather. The girls now began heaping onions, potatoes and carrots into the roasting pan to surround her as their mother began brushing a wonderful smelling honey mixture across Heather’s body, eliciting a series of orgasms that nearly dislodged the yam wedged into her sex.
The yam was readjusted and then she felt something press against her lips as her host whispered in her ears, “Open up, you’ve been so good, and it’s almost over now.” Heather wasn’t at all sure she really wanted it to be over, but she opened wide all the same, allowing a beautifully polished apple to be wedged between her teeth. It then felt like something was slid into her anus, but there was already that enormous yam there, or perhaps something was placed in the yam, like a thermometer. She then heard a creak and the kitchen seemed to grow a bit warmer,
“Henry! Can you come help me get her in the oven?”
Heather’s eyes fluttered open just in time to see her hunter, Henry, enter wearing only a nice white shirt, which he was still buttoning up. Before she could even get a good look at below his waist though, he was next to the counter and then she felt the pan lifted up. It took only a few short steps to carry her into the oven, which seemed so very incredibly hot, and then in she was slid, head first into the oven. Opening her eyes as she heard the door close behind her, she could only see the heating coils, glowing with warmth. She wondered briefly how long she’d last, and decided to use her last moments to imagine how she would look on their dinner table.
Outside, Henry had returned to finish dressing while his wife set about preparing all the side dishes she intended to serve with Heather at dinner. Their daughters peered in at Heather for the longest time before finally getting bored and wandering into another room to play with the dollhouse their father had made for them last Christmas. After Heather had baked for half an hour, Henry returned to the kitchen, fully dressed now, and helped pull her back out so that his wife could brush more of the honey mixture across her skin, then slid her back in, commenting that Heather was already giving off a wonderful aroma. His wife simply laughed and gave him a long kiss before sending him off to look for any early guests.
It was many hours and over a dozen more bastings before Heather was declared done, the final bastings being done with the juices she had been producing rather than the honey mixture, which had been all used up. Henry and his wife carefully pulled her out and then transferred her from the roasting pan to a porcelain platter atop a bed of lettuce, then surrounded her with various fruits; the vegetables she had been cooked with were mostly added to other dishes. Finally she was fully garnished and brought out to the dining room where a couple dozen of their relatives were gathered in anticipation. Silence filled the room as all eyes were drawn to the magnificent roast on which they would soon dine. By the time any of the guests could tear their eyes away, the rest of the dishes had been brought out and Henry had taken his seat at the head of the table. After leading the extended family through Grace, the carving began, the first cuts being made to open her belly and reveal the breadcrumb stuffing, then to cut away her pussy and womb, which were placed aside to be served for dessert. It was a long time before the side dishes were even touched, as all savoured the taste of Heather’s slow cooked flesh.
Finally, after most of her legs had been reduced to bone, one of the guests stood and proposed a toast, “To the Greenvale Naturists! For providing us our hundredth fine Sunday roast!” All agreed that Heather had indeed been a very fine roast.