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Subject: {ASSM} One Hot Stripper {Neuralmancer} (MF cons cannibal)
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This is the only consensual cannibal story that I've written.



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One Hot Stripper


Chapter 1 Introductions

Jill walked nervously down the street. Why should she feel apprehensive? 
After all, all of her worldly affairs had been taken care of. Her financial 
problems history, now it was her turn to fulfill her part of the bargain. 
Shifting her walk to a more brisk pace, Jill forced her mind to concentrate 
on the immanent pleasure that awaited her.

The party was well under way as Jill approached the front door. Party noises 
could be heard from a considerable distance away. Jill's hand shook as she 
pressed the doorbell button. Waiting a while, after there was no response, 
Jill for a second time pressed the doorbell button. This time the door 
opened.

The door opened just a crack. Jill saw an older woman wearing a loosely 
fitting robe behind the door. The woman must of just put on the robe as it 
wasn't buttoned and she held it tightly together at the neck. Jill could see 
the woman's naked legs which were visible almost up to the woman's crotch.

"Are you Jill?", inquired the hastily dressed woman.

"Yes, I'm here from the agency. I suppose that you're ready for me?"

"We most certainly are! Please come in. Let me get a better look at you."

After a momentary pause, Jill stepped across the doorway's threshold and 
into the house. She was now committed. There was no turning back.

Stepping in to the living room, Jill saw some of the woman's party guests. 
All were nude. Several were engaged in a variety of sexual acts. As the 
woman who had ushered Jill in spoke, all such activity stopped. Everyone 
directed their attention to Jill.

"Attention everyone, the roast has arrived!", announced the older woman. 
Having removed her grasp from the neck of her robe, the nudity of Jill's 
host was clearly revealed.

Jill swallowed hard as she heard her host refer to her as "the roast". 
Perhaps Jill should have expected such a reception. After all, Jill's host 
had spoken truthfully. It's just that Jill wasn't yet mentally ready to be 
referred to as food on two legs.

The consumption of human females as food had recently been made legal as a 
solution to ever greater population. A new synthetic drug, unusual in that 
it had little effect on the human body under normal circumstances, had been 
developed that produced strong feelings of sexual pleasure when heated. Once 
the drug was injected into the human blood stream, the application of 
significant heat to the person's body would activate the drug. More heat, 
more pleasure. Scores of young women had secretly been injected with small 
amounts of the new drug. A small dose gave a small amount of pleasure with 
the application of a little external heat. A large dose would in turn give a 
great deal of pleasure, but only with the application of a corresponding 
great deal of heat. So addicted were these women to the new drug that they 
willingly contracted themselves out as human barbecues. All for a momentary 
sexual release.

A crowd of naked people gathered together on sofas and chairs located along 
the walls of the living room. Standing in the middle of the living room, 
Jill immediately became the focus of attention.

"We can't tell much with all those clothes on." Jill's gaze was directed to 
the tall well built man who had spoken the words.

Looking towards Jill, Jill's host gave the reply. "Well then, give us a 
strip tease show. Come on, show us your lovely body."

Almost on cue, Jill's host stepped back while someone started up the stereo 
with some suitable bump and grind music. The music set Jill's mind to ease. 
Naturally athletic, Jill had no problem with aerobic exercise. Jill smiled 
as she began to swivel her hips to the beat of the music.

Jill turned her back to the crowd as she slowly unbuttoned and inched her 
loose fitting blouse off her shoulders. Cat calls from the crowd urged Jill 
on. Without turning to face the expectant crowd, Jill reached back to 
unfasten the clasp of her bra. Teasingly, Jill slid the bra straps off her 
shoulders. Then with a sudden twirl about the balls of her feet, Jill turned 
to once again face the crowd. As Jill came to face her audience she let go 
of the bra cups to reveal her large, yet firm breast flesh. With whorish 
abandon, Jill leaned forward and squeezed together the twin globes of her 
breasts, emphasizing their firmness as she did so. Jill was by this time 
thoroughly enjoying her act. The crowd's response greatly heightened Jill's 
sexual awareness. Jill's nipples stood out erect almost to the point of 
causing pain. Feelings of dampness were quickly building between Jill's 
legs.

As the crowd continued roars of approval, Jill unbuttoned her jeans. Kicking 
off her shoes, Jill hadn't bothered to put on socks that morning, Jill 
slowly slid the pants off her wide hips. As the pants cleared her buttocks, 
Jill let go of them. Hopping a bit on one leg, Jill freed her right foot 
from the pant's confinement. With her bare right foot free, Jill lifted up 
her left leg to totally extract herself from her pants.

At this point Jill paused. Clad only in her tiny bikini panties, Jill teased 
the crowd with a dance. Several times Jill turned sideways to the crowd and 
kicked up first her right then left leg. Each time Jill would seductively 
run her hands down the sides of her calves and thighs, kneeling the flesh to 
show its firmness.

Having shown the crowd the quality of her leg flesh, Jill once again turned 
away from the crowd. Reaching back, Jill then roughly caressed her buttocks, 
much like one would knead a loaf of dough. Many mouths watered at the sight 
of Jill's well padded posterior.

Finally the time came for Jill to relinquish her last article of clothing. 
Without turning to face the crowd, Jill slid the panties off her ass and 
releasing them, let them fall to the floor. Kicking the discarded clothing 
out of the way, Jill turned about to face her audience, this time completely 
nude. Sweat dripped down her body as Jill stood there motionless. Many of 
the women of the audience had their hands busy rubbing their gapping cunts. 
Not a single penis of the men watching was soft. Jill smiled at the sight of 
so many erect cocks.

As Jill stood in the middle of the living room her host came to hr side. 
Grasping both of Jill's wrists, the woman pulled Jill's arms straight up 
over her head. Jill felt odd being exhibited this way. The people of the 
crowd gathered about Jill and examined Jill in a most odd way, just as one 
would examine a prize piece of cattle.

"Come closer everyone, lets all get a good look at tonight's special roast", 
announced Jill's host.

Quickly Jill was surrounded by naked onlookers. As Jill stood motionless she 
stared straight ahead. Hands probed and stroked Jill's lovely form. Suddenly 
Jill felt something else, something other than a hand or finger, rub against 
her luscious buttocks. Promptly Jill recognized the feeling of a stiff penis 
poking towards her vagina from the rear. By this time Jill was very well 
lubricated. The thought of taking on an entire army of horny studs wasn't 
beyond her current desire. Turning her head about to see the owner the stiff 
ramrod, Jill recognized its owner as being the same well constructed 
gentleman who had spoken up earlier.

Jill smiled at the stiff prick's owner. Jill spread her legs further apart 
to give the man's penis better access to her moist vagina. "Please, do me 
right now! One last fuck before I feel the heat!"

Seeing Jill's excited state, one of the accompanying women grasped the man's 
penis and while gently stroking the erect rod, carefully aimed the man's 
sexual weapon towards Jill's cunt.

Jill's female host beckoned for an mature looking man to come over to her 
aid. Like all the others he was completely naked. "OK, one final screw for 
tonight's roast. George, come over here and help me out. That's it, steady 
our guest on that side while I hold her from the opposite side."

Continuing to stand where she had finished her striptease, Jill found 
herself bent over at the waist with her legs spread apart to their maximum 
extent. Jill felt the hands of a man grasp her tightly about the waist. 
Suddenly something probed its way into the wetness of Jill's vagina. The 
same stiff cock that she had earlier felt no doubt.

With a quick thrust the cock buried itself deep within Jill's vagina. 
Unconsciously, Jill moaned with pleasure. Quickly Jill matched the penis's 
thrusting with her own hip motion. Back and forth she moved in time with the 
thrusting penis.

Jill's pants became louder as the sexual thrusting continued. The increase 
in volume continued until suddenly Jill yelled out. "Oh yes! Now!" Jill's 
climax was met by a gushing forth of white semen from the thrusting cock. 
The man behind Jill pumped furiously to empty himself within Jill's 
receiving vagina.

As the white semen dripped down Jill's legs, a sudden feeling of lack of 
satisfaction crept over Jill. Though the quick fuck had felt good to Jill, 
it most certainly was satisfying to the man behind her, Jill hadn't felt 
that she had been taken over the edge. Unknown to Jill, this was a 
consequence of the drug. Only the application of considerable heat, Jill's 
final roasting, would trigger the drug's effect and induce the extreme sense 
of pleasure that she so desperately craved.

As Jill straightened herself to a more normal standing position she turned 
to her host. "Well, what happens now? They really didn't tell me much at the 
agency. When do I receive my final injection?"

"In good time my dear", answered Jill's mature female host. "First you need 
to be prepared. First it's the women's turn. Then the men have their way 
with you. It should all go quite quickly. Don't worry, before long you will 
find yourself cooking nicely over our barbecue."

With Jill's short future described to her, Jill was then taken by the hand 
by another woman to another part of the house. Jill's escort, a woman not 
much older than Jill herself, led Jill deeper into the house. Accompanying 
Jill and her escort were the other women of the group, about a dozen all 
together. Jill had no idea of what to expect. Soon Jill's entourage of naked 
ladies would transform Jill from an ordinary human to a living roast on two 
legs.

Chapter 2 Jill is Prepared

Jill was led to what had to be the largest bathroom that she had ever seen. 
Within the bathroom, in addition to the usual items, was a very odd looking 
chair. Appearing something like a barber's chair, this chair deviated from 
what one would expect to see by having a spit in the middle platform 
attached to the chair's front. In addition, the seat of the chair consisted 
of thin straps of material, just enough to support Jill's weight while 
giving free access to the crack of her ass.

"Please, take a seat in the barber chair", asked Jill's young escort.

As Jill sat in the barber chair, Jill noticed that the spit halves of the 
platform were located on either side of Jill's slender neck. Before Jill 
could think about it further, one of the escorts pushed the two halves of 
the platform together about Jill's neck. The two halves promptly locked 
together. Now Jill saw the clamp's purpose. Jill's head was securely 
fashioned in place.

With Jill's neck locked in place, an escort on either side of Jill pulled up 
Jill's arms and tied her wrists to low hanging loops of rope. Likewise, 
Jill's legs were forced apart and her ankles were securely tied to the legs 
of the chair. Secured justly, Jill's armpits and vagina were readily 
accessible.

Jill looked aghast as the more mature of Jill's escorts produced a hair 
trimmer and several pairs of scissors. "You're not going to cut my hair are 
you?"

"All of your body hair has to go. I hate getting hair in my teeth, don't 
you?" With this answer several of the women utilizing the scissors 
simultaneously attacked Jill's luxurious head of hair. With her head locked 
in place there was little that Jill could do.

Soon Jill's long locks of head hair were lying about her on the floor. Tears 
involuntarily flowed down Jill's cheeks. As the women got as far as they 
could using the scissors, they switched to the electric hair trimmers. With 
a low buzzing sound the short stubble of hair that remained after the 
scissors was promptly removed.

At this point the women attending to Jill switched over to shaving lather 
and razors. It felt odd having her head covered with lather. Likewise, 
Jill's underarms, vaginal region, and ass crack were similarly lathered up. 
All at once, several women labored to completely remove Jill's body hair.

In short order Jill's body was completely smooth. A new feeling of 
sensuality spread over Jill's body. It felt arousing to feel air on portions 
of her skin that had never before been so freely exposed. For a moment Jill 
imagined herself a royal princess of old being pampered and attended to by a 
host of slaves. The moment was soon interrupted.

Jill's next ordeal was soon announced. "Now you will have your insides 
cleaned out. You don't want any of us to get sick afterwards do you?"

Jill tilted her head in absent agreement as she was released from the 
confines of the barber chair. First Jill was taken to the toilet. There a 
sequence of ordinary enemas were administered to Jill. Jill blushed as she 
relieved herself amongst so many others. No privacy would be allowed Jill.

The ordinary enemas were then followed by some definitely not ordinary 
flushing of her digestive tract. A long tube was inserted into Jill's mouth 
and forced down her throat. Several attempts were necessary before Jill 
could overcome the reflex to gag. Once the tube was in place a hot liquid 
was pumped into Jill's stomach. The hot liquid, a special anti-bacterial 
cleansing fluid, soon filled Jill's stomach. Soon after filling Jill's 
stomach the fluid began the journey through the remainder of Jill's 
digestive tract. As Jill finally expelled the forced liquid she was cleaned 
out of any harmful bacteria and the like.

Next came the shower. The shower, actually one of several showers, was 
located above a much larger than normal size tub. Many people could utilize 
the showers at once. Several of the women stood with Jill as they soaped up 
the entire surface of Jill's body. Jill wasn't allowed to touch herself. 
Lifting her arms straight up towards the ceiling, a pair of women 
simultaneously cleansed the sides of Jill's body. Another woman, bent-over 
at the knees, attended to Jill's vaginal region. A similarly postured woman 
behind Jill cleaned out Jill's ass. No spot was left untouched. As Jill 
emerged from the shower she felt that she must be cleaner now than she had 
at any previous time.

As soon as Jill was dry, she started to take a second step. Jill was 
promptly stopped from doing so.

Jill was interrupted by the younger of her escorts. "No, no! You mustn't 
contaminate your now so clean body. From here on you get carried."

Only the best for their roast thought Jill as a pair of naked women grasped 
first her wrists followed by a second pair of naked women grasping her 
ankles. Jill felt as if she had entered some third rate movie set, Jill the 
beautiful heroine captured by wild cannibals and carried off to be their 
feast, as the quadruple of women lifted her up face down to a horizontal 
orientation and proceeded to carry her out of the bathroom.

Taken down a long hallway, Jill entered what was unmistakably the kitchen. 
At this point Jill swallowed hard. Lifting her head, Jill saw the chef. The 
chef's appearance caused Jill's apprehension to build. The cook's only 
attire was an apron and a tall chef's hat. Jill recognized this man as the 
same man who had so effectively taken her sexually just after her 
striptease. It felt good to prepared by the hands of a man so knowledgeable 
of the female anatomy.

Jill was placed on her hands and knees on what at first appeared to be an 
ordinary wooden table. A narrow slit ran across half of the table's length. 
Quickly, metal extensions were pulled horizontally about Jill's prone body. 
One pair was located about Jill's neck, another pair was placed just behind 
Jill's breasts, while a third pair were positioned about Jill's thighs just 
below her hips. Clamped together, the three sets of extensions tightly 
conformed to Jill's body. Jill was securely restrained. Jill looked up to 
the chef as she dreaded the thought of what would happen next.

The chef, with only his apron covering his great length of genitalia, stood 
along side Jill intently studying her. Reaching out with his right hand, the 
chef felt the fullness of Jill's breasts. Jill could see the a bulge growing 
in the chef's apron. Equally aroused being the center of attention, Jill's 
nipples stiffened.

"Fine breast flesh. This one will be very good eating." The chef's cock 
continued to extend as he proceeded his examination of Jill's lovely body. 
Mentally, the chef had begun to delineate the different cuts of meat to had 
from Jill's body. He had done this so many times before that he had no need 
of a marking pen. From just a brief feel, he could quickly tell the quality 
of the various cuts. Jill was in the hands of an expert.

Seeing Jill's reaction, the chef then moved his hand lower and pinched 
Jill's leftmost nipple. Jill squirmed with pain. Ever the sadist, the chef 
smiled at Jill's discomfort. Leaving Jill's breasts, the cook slid his hand 
across Jill's flat stomach. "Nice lean flesh. Much improved over what we 
received from that other agency."

By this time the chef's cock was noticeably protruding from beneath his 
apron. His sexual arousal was distracting him from his appraisal of the 
roast's flesh. Turning to one of the younger of Jill's female escorts he 
asked for her assistance. "Ann, please come here and help me out."

Ann had a deep golden all over tan. Her vaginal region was completely devoid 
of hair. The chef wondered whether Ann had been taking the drug. Those women 
using the drug were known to frequent nude beaches. Large numbers of 
potential roasts on two legs could be found each day heating themselves by 
the rays of the sun. The chef wondered whether he would be one day preparing 
Ann for his oven, not an unpleasant thought.

Seeing the chef's predicament, Ann smiled. She had seen this happen before. 
"You get so involved in your work. As usual, here's good old Ann to your 
rescue."

Moving beside the chef, Ann reached down to grasp the chef's stiff penis. As 
the chef continued to study Jill's flesh, Ann gently stroked the chef's 
erect ramrod. Ann's vagina moistened as she thought about the vigorous 
fucking that she would receive as they watched tonight's roast bake in the 
oven. Ann made a mental note to stay close to the oven.

Despite her bindings, Jill was propelled forward ever so slightly as the 
chef slapped her hard on her upper thigh. A simple test, the resiliency of 
the thigh flesh to a firm slap said allot. "This one's definitely firm, but 
not too soft. Just the way I like em."

Lastly the chef ran both of his coarse hands across Jill's buttocks. The 
chef squeezed Jill's ass flesh tightly as he pressed his fingers deeply into 
Jill's tender ass. Jill moved her hips from side to side as she felt the 
pain. The chef had squeezed Jill's ass flesh so hard that the pink imprints 
of his fingers could be clearly seen as the chef moved his hands off of 
Jill.

"Is the first injection ready?", inquired the chef.

As Ann continued to gently massage the chef's hard penis, one of the 
attending naked women handed the chef a hypodermic syringe. Jill's eyes 
opened wide upon seeing the coming injection. The chef quickly answered an 
anticipated question. "Oh no, this is not the injection that you've been so 
patiently waiting for. This drug will permit us to make some minor 
modifications to your body while preventing you from doing something ugly 
like going into shock and dying on us. You'll feel the knife, but there 
wouldn't be any pain." The chef momentarily paused and then continued. "At 
least not yet, anyway."

Jill closed her eyes as she felt the needle's sting. The needle easily 
overcame the flesh of Jill's buttocks. It took only a few seconds for the 
syringe's contents to be forced into Jill's bloodstream. The chef and his 
attending mostly female groupies paused for a while as they waited for the 
drug to take affect. At first Jill felt nothing. Then without warning her 
hips felt numb. Quickly the feeling of numbness spread across her abdomen 
and up over her chest. In only a couple of minutes Jill could feel very 
little from her neck on down.

The chef made Jill aware of what was happening. "You'll now feel only the 
most intense of feelings. Oh, don't worry. This drug wouldn't last all that 
long. By the time we slide you into the oven your normal sensory abilities 
should be returning."

Seeing that Jill was now ready. Picking up a remote control, the chef 
manipulated a switch causing a narrow bladed knife to emerge from the slit 
on the table top. Carefully he inched the tip of the knife blade to just 
below Jill's belly and immediately behind her ample breasts. Once initiated, 
the blade was preprogrammed to penetrate only so far into the victim's 
abdomen. Pushing another button, the blade quickly moved upward to pierce 
Jill's belly flesh. Methodically, the blade then began to cut through the 
center of Jill's belly. Jill stiffened her body as she felt the blade cut 
through her flesh. However, as the chef had explained, Jill felt no pain. 
The blade didn't stop until the entire length of her belly, from below her 
sternum to the beginning of her pubic region had been neatly sliced open.

"Nice little device isn't it.", remarked the chef. "Now ladies, it's time 
for you all to go to work."

As soon as the knife was withdrawn the women got to work. As a pair of them 
used their fingers to keep Jill's belly spread apart, another pair reached 
in to pull out Jill's intestines. Working with practiced hands, chunks of 
Jill's digestive tract were pulled out into the open air and promptly cut 
away. Jill turned her head away as the naked women cleaned her abdomen out. 
Just like one would gut a chicken. Jill concentrated her thoughts on the 
pleasure that was to come.

As the women finished their messy task, Jill was somewhat surprised to 
discover that she remained alive. Of her bodily organs, only those 
absolutely essential for life remained. Her heart kept beating and vital air 
continued to fill Jill's lungs. Jill could however forget about ever having 
another meal. Jill now had a great empty cavity in the volume once occupied 
by her digestive organs. Oh the wonders of modern science, thought Jill.

Jill now gutted, was released from the confines of the gutting rack. As soon 
as the clamps withdrew, once again Jill found herself picked up by her 
wrists and ankles. Turning Jill over onto her back, the women gently laid 
Jill down onto the table. Facing up toward the ceiling, Jill pondered the 
gapping vacancy located below her chest.

The chef directed his small horde of naked assistants in their further 
duties. "Come now my pretties, it's time for the stuffing."

A large bowl of breaded stuffing mix was brought over to the table. Before 
the bowl's contents could be used to fill the empty portion of Jill's belly, 
Ann interrupted. "Ready to add the special sauce?" All this time she had 
continued to manipulate the chef's lengthened staff of pleasure. She knew 
that he could come any time now.

"Oh yes, the stuffing wouldn't be complete without my special sauce. Please 
Ann, if you would do the honors."

Ann grinned as she withdrew the chef's cock from beneath his apron. 
Switching her pumping action from a gentle to vigorous, she aimed the tip of 
the chef's cock towards the bowl of stuffing.

The chef tightly grasped the table edges as Ann worked furiously to 
administer the special sauce. Suddenly the chef moaned as spasms of pleasure 
overwhelmed his body. Moving the tip of the chef's cock in a tiny circle, 
she labored to cover the stuffing mixture with the white semen erupting from 
the swollen glands. Before the chef finished his orgasm Ann managed to well 
saturate the stuffing mixture with the chef's white semen. The other women 
present applauded their approval.

After one final mixing of the stuffing, the women employed large spoons to 
transfer the stuffing into Jill's abdominal cavity. Lifting her head up, 
Jill could see the stuffing filling her body. She was being stuffed like a 
turkey.

Once Jill had been completely filled with stuffing, her belly incision was 
sewed up. The thread used was thick and coarse causing the stitches to be 
quite noticeable.

At this point a large broiling pan was brought into the kitchen. Placed upon 
the floor over a clean drop cloth, Jill was lifted up and made to stand upon 
it. As a pair of women held Jill steady, she had been somewhat weakened from 
her surgery, the other women labored to apply barbecue sauce over the entire 
surface of Jill's body. The barbecue sauce felt soothing. Jill particularly 
enjoyed having the sauce applied to her buttocks and vaginal region. 
Already, despite not yet having the drug administered to her, Jill felt 
extremely aroused.

Completely covered with thick barbecue sauce, Jill was made to kneel upon 
the broiling pan. Tight fitting clasps were then clamped about her ankles. 
Likewise, with Jill's hands placed in front of her knees, she had her wrists 
clamped to the broiling pan. Small depressions in the broiling pan had been 
made for her knees. Located justly, Jill found that her legs remained spread 
wide apart. A vertical rod having a short T-shaped section at its top, was 
then slid into a slot located forward of the pan's center. Jill found that 
her chin fitted directly upon the top of the T-shaped bar. Jill would remain 
in her kneeling posture as she baked. The chef and his assistants would have 
easy access to any portion of Jill's body.

Suddenly Jill felt something cold slide into her anus. Though Jill couldn't 
see it, and consequentially would never know what it was, the cold something 
was the staff of a dial thermometer.

The chef stood back to admire his creation. "One more thing is needed." 
Reaching to a bin of fruit, the chef extracted a shinny red apple. Then as 
one of the women held Jill's mouth open, the chef thrust the apple deeply 
into Jill's oral orifice. "There, that's better. Come everyone, its time to 
commence the baking."

With that announcement, four women, two at the back and two at the front, 
lifted up the broiling pan. It was only a few steps to the oven. A oven like 
no other. Of immense size, this oven had been specially designed for the 
baking of human meat. Jill would easily fit within its massive interior.

Suddenly Jill panicked. Unable to speak for the apple tightly lodged in her 
mouth, she had to somehow communicate her apprehension. Jill looked up to 
the watching chef with pleading eyes.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Your injection." The chef signaled for Ann to bring 
over the syringe. "I always keep my promise." Once again Jill received the 
sting of the hypodermic needle. This time she was getting the drug.

As Jill was slid into the oven she heard the chef's words for the final 
time. "See you later Jill. Have a enjoyable time in my oven. I most 
certainly will enjoy you." With that parting remark the door of oven closed 
behind Jill. The oven was already on. Immediately Jill felt the oven's heat. 
Like a lover's embrace, Jill welcomed the heat. Soon she would be enjoying 
feelings of undreamed of ecstasy. Then she would cook.

Chapter 3 A Fine Meal

Ann made sure that she remained close to the hot oven. She sought out its 
heat. Ann craved warmth more now than ever. Without Ann conscientiously 
being aware of it, the drug that she had been taking urged her on to seek 
out ever greater levels of warmth. Through the transparent window in the 
oven door, Ann and the others could witness the roast's development. In a 
way Ann envied the human roast that they were preparing for tonight's feast. 
What heights of pleasure must the woman in the oven be presently enjoying, 
thought Ann.

At first the heat from the oven felt extremely uncomfortable. Sweat soon was 
dripping from every pore of Jill's skin. Then just as Jill began to think 
that the drug wouldn't work after all, that she was doomed to bake without 
ever experiencing the pleasure that she so desperately craved, a sudden 
change overcame her. Without warning Jill's cunt began to become lubricated. 
The nipples of Jill's breasts stiffened. As the oven's internal temperature 
increased so did Jill's feelings of sexual stimulation.

As the oven's temperature increased the drug kicked in with a vengeance. 
Suddenly Jill felt as though she was being taken sexually by every orifice 
of her body. An invisible stud busied himself by thrusting deeply into 
Jill's well moistened vagina. Likewise, another enjoyed the tight confines 
of Jill's ass hole. Jill could literally feel the tug of a third invisible 
lover on her tender nipples. Pivoting upon her knees, Jill rocked back and 
forth with her mouth agape as she satisfied the lust of her invisible 
lovers. The illusions were that vivid.

After only a short period of time the velocity of Jill's motions had 
increased to a fevered pitch. Every part of Jill's body moved. Only the 
constraints of her fastenings to the broiling pan prevented Jill's 
convulsions from banging against the oven's insides.

Ann watched the human roast's convulsions with intensive interest. For some 
strange reason, she herself yearned to likewise experience the pleasure of 
the oven. The same drug that led tonight's roast to the oven was drawing Ann 
to a similar fate.

Though extremely intense, Jill's convulsions of pleasure didn't last for 
very long. After a violent series of convulsions the motion of Jill's body 
ceased. Depleted of any excess bodily fluids her cooking then began in 
earnest. Soon the sauce collected upon the broiling pan began to bubble from 
the heat. Jill's skin color began to darken. With every synapse of Jill's 
nervous system practically burned out by the effects of the drug, her brain 
activity quickly decreased. An expression of contentment settled upon Jill's 
face as consciousness drifted away.

Periodically the chef would have Jill temporarily removed from the oven. 
Each time this was done Jill's flesh would be lovingly basted with barbecue 
sauce. After many hours in the oven Jill became thoroughly cooked. Lifted 
from the broiling pan, Jill was finally placed upon a large platter. Mouths 
watered as the chef sliced sections of Jill's woman flesh from her well 
cooked body. Like so many other women who had become addicted to the drug, 
Jill ended as one fine meal.




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