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{\pntxtb (}{\pntxta )}}\pard\plain \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid12001661 JENNY\rquote S BIRTHDAY ROAST
Part Three
A Dream Comes True for Frances
(eight years earlier)
Frances thought she was waking until she realized it was her dream shifting to a different realm. The new dream made her laugh it was so amusing and vivid.
\'93Hi Frances,\'94 said Laura, perched at the foot of her bed. Laura was nude except for her panties. Excitement shone in Laura\rquote s eyes. Good grief, Frances said in her dream.
Frances became aware of others in her room. She turned her head. She looked blinkingly at the visitors. They were grownups, smiling at her. Some were talking}{\insrsid11274037 but not to her. H}{\insrsid12001661 er parents stood}{
\insrsid11274037 by the door}{\insrsid12001661 , holding hands. They smiled, too. Frances realized that Laura was speaking. She looked at Lau}{\insrsid11274037 ra, expecting to learn why the girl}{\insrsid12001661
was nude on her bed. Frances was surprised at herself for dreaming erotically about Laura, her best friend since kindergarten. They had shared a million secrets but never lust. Frances felt wicked and a tiny bit ashamed.
\'93I said, hi Frances. I can see you\rquote re awake. You\rquote ll never guess what\rquote s going to happen,\'94 Laura said, leaning forward on her knees.
Yes, this absolutely has to be a dream, Frances reasoned. N
othing in reality could possibly explain the strange assembly in her room. Frances tried to rub her eyes and discovered she was unable to move her arms. They were fastened behind her. She lifted her head and looked down at herself. She was nude. Her
cunt, with its blonde tuft at the top and silky blonde strands at the side}{\insrsid11274037 s}{\insrsid12001661 , was in plain view. Frances\rquote brow furrowed. The dream was becoming a little too interesting.
\'93Howdy there sweetheart. My name\rquote s Bob Burns. You got no idea how pleased I am to see you, all laid out like this. Mmmm, hmmm, you are some treat.\'94
The man had a kind, intelligent face and a deep, friendly voice. He was very large. His stomach hung like a rain filled awning over his pants. As he approached her bed, Franc
es tried to close her legs only to find that they, too, were bound. She was spread for everyone\rquote s inspection.
}\pard \qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid12001661 \'93Laura here has some information for you, little babe. Go ahead, Laura.\'94
Laura squealed. She crawled between Frances\rquote legs. She gazed at Frances\rquote body and especially at her cunt.
\'93I\rquote m going to eat you, Frances. And then everyone is going to eat you and I mean really eat you.\'94
The people in the room were members of a club to which Frances\rquote parents also belonged, Laura bre
athlessly explained. It was a kind of dinner club. On this occasion, a breakfast meal was planned. They had drawn names from a hat to choose a teenage daughter for the menu.
\'93See,\'94 Laura grinned. Bob Burns handed it to her \endash the menu, elegantly printed on expensive gray bond paper with scalloped edges. Linda pushed it in front of Frances\rquote
face. On the list after French roast coffee and orange juice, scrambled eggs and muffins, was \'93\'85girl roast \endash plattered with apple in mouth on bed of lettuce and steamed mushrooms, garnished with herbs and seasonings.\'94
A line drawing of the promised meat course served as a background. The likeness was of Frances.
Laura waited while Frances focused and rounded her blue eyes, and then tossed the menu aside.
\'93I bet you hate me now, but it\rquote s ok because in a few hours you won\rquote t be here anymore,\'94 Laura said. \'93You don\rquote
t know anything, Frances. You have no fucking idea how sexy you are. You think you are just so fucking perfect all the time.\'94
Laura glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Parent. They smiled and nodded for her to continue.
Frances decided it really was time to wake up. Her mouth was dry. She realized her tongue was numb. She licked her lips and tried to speak.
\'93Ahhh, err,\'94 she said.
She heard chuckles and outright laughter.
What Frances didn\rquote t know was that her mom had crept into the room less than an hour before while Frances was sleeping and drugged her with chloroform, Laura went on. This was so Frances wouldn\rquote
t be disturbed by the cars arriving or by the people gathering in her room or when she was stripped and tied to her bed. While those in her room waited for her to wake up, others made preparations in the yard and downstairs in the kitchen. It was almost
eleven. The chef had told them it would take seven hours, perhaps longer, to roast Frances, though he would be able to give a more exact estimate after weighing her and examining the meats. Two hours would be needed for preparations and the marinade. So
little time remained for non-cooking festivities if breakfast was to be ready on schedule, at nine.
\'93Did you understand all that, dear?\'94, Mrs. Parent inquired. She and her husband now stood at the bed.
Frances looked up at them. The dewy blue eyes were wide. They seemed to be blinking uncontrollably.
\'93Daddy and I are quite thrilled, we really are, that you will be the one. We\rquote ve been having sex every night just thinking about it, and that hasn\rquote t happened in ages. Daddy is going to fuck you
now, dear. Mmm hmm. Yes, a few of the nice men here are going to fuck you before, well, you know. Also, in case you are wondering, dear, the reason you can\rquote t talk is that I gave your tongue a little shot of Novicane. I hope you understand. It
\rquote s so unpleasant to have to listen to the meat girls complain when they find out what is going to happen to them.\'94
The men began to undress, leaving their clothes on the floor. Some of the women were undressing as well.
\'93But we promised Laura that she could eat you first, the conventional way. Go ahead, honey, get her nice and juicy for us.\'94
Laura squealed. She lay between Frances\rquote legs and began to mouth the helpless cunt. Laura had eaten girls before; she\rquote d only dreamed of eating Frances. She
ate like a starving person. She wedged her mouth against the cunt. She lathered it. She fucked it with her tongue. She lapped the hardening clitoris. Frances tried to resist but the erotic surges grew more intense and more wonderful. Finally she cou
ldn\rquote t stop herself from gasping and bucking her thighs and writhing within the bounds that her ties allowed. Then her cunt convulsed in a gushing orgasm that filled Laura\rquote
s mouth and sent Laura gasping for air and rolling in delight on the bed.
\'93Boy that was great,\'94 Laura said, wiping her face, just before two naked men seized her and pulled her to the floor. Mrs. Parent stepped in quickly and shoved a ball gag into the stunned teenager\rquote
s mouth. The men hog tied Laura and dumped her on the floor.
\'93There, sweetie pie, that will give you practice for the apple you will have when you\rquote re roasted,\'94 Mrs. Parent said, smiling pleasantly.
\'93Dumb kid,\'94 Bob Burns chuckled.
Pretty Melissa Davis planted a kiss on Laura\rquote s forehead. Then the happy, young housewife looked into the terrified eyes.
\'93Now you know we are expecting fifty people over, Laura. You can hardly feed that many a satisfying breakfast with just one roast.\'94 Melissa giggled. She harbored not the slightest suspicion that in th
ree months her husband would yield to a secret temptation that haunted him at this very hour, and she herself would be cooked alive.
Homer Parent appeared between his daughter\rquote s legs. His cock swayed before Frances\rquote eyes.
\'93Ahhh, ewww!!\'94, Frances declared.
\'93Damn nice friend you got there, sweetie. She wanted to eat you with the rest of us. Caught us talking about it, she did. Thought she could just join right in. Well, at least she\rquote ll end up on a platter, too.\'94
Mr. Parent positioned his cock before his daughter\rquote s cunt, then rammed it in, disposing of the teenager\rquote s hymen with the ease of a rocket penetrating a screen door. Mrs. Parent sopped up the blood from her husband\rquote
s balls and her daughter\rquote s thighs. She could only grimace at the stained sheet.
The last small hope that she was dreaming now vanished for Frances. Why were they terrorizing her? No one ever accused her mom and dad of being lovey dovey, her mom having the more spotless record in that regard, but they would
never kill her. Even if they ate other girls, they wouldn\rquote
t eat her, and she refused to believe they ate girls at all. The whole thing was some kind of vicious joke. It had to be! She thought this as her father fucked her and then her thoughts began t
o turn to the horror of the incest and the brutal loss of her virginity. Before the new thoughts took hold, however, the fucking melted her brain. She gasped and moaned. Her hips bucked as before. She bit her lip. Beads of perspiration formed at the
top of her forehead. Her face went red. She came. Homer Parent came, too, and after he did he collapsed on the quivering girl and lay on her until he caught his breath.
\'93The chef wants her downstairs,\'94 a voice announced from the doorway. \'93He says you can finish fucking her down there.\'94
The kitchen was large even for a house like the Parents\rquote . Until a year ago it had been of more modest size. Then Homer Parent invested a small fortune to give his home a kitchen that met the standards of the Club.
Being new members, the Parents couldn\rquote
t expect to host a meal for some time. But their eagerness to be ready when the opportunity arose led them to spare no expense. Their pride and joy was the oven, big enough to accommodate a stuffed girl in her ro
asting bin. Mrs. Parent told anyone who chanced to see it that the oven was for cooking three turkeys at once when relatives came for Thanksgiving. Henri Bouse had blown kisses earlier that evening after completing his inspection.
\'93Your kitchen it is marvelous,\'94 he praised the proudly beaming Alice Parent.
Henri stood now at the center island, tapping his finger on the stainless steel counter. No longer was the tapping a signal of his impatience for he heard the sounds of the entourage descending from the meat girl\rquote s bedroom. Henri\rquote
s cock hardened behind his white apron.
Slung from a pole carried by two men dressed in white like their master, entered Frances. She was face down. Her tits swayed, voluptuously. Mr. and Mrs. Parent and a few others came behind, followed by Laura on her pole.
The sights of the kitchen drove her Daddy\rquote s assault from Frances\rquote reeling mind. The oven door was open. On the counter rested an enormous roasting pan. The teenager\rquote s bearers carried he
r past a table holding four large bowls. A white napkin on which someone had written, \'93Frances\'94, had been placed between two of the bowls. Another napkin between the other bowls said, \'93Laura\'94
. A bread stuffing filled the bowls. Frances caught a pleasi
ng scent of herbs and spices and onions as she passed the table and was brought to the gleaming central counter where Henri waited. To Frances, the most terrifying aspect of the strange man was his tall white hat. It marked him even more than his white
apron and white shirt and white pants.
\'93Put the first one here,\'94 Henri had said.
The handlers deposited Frances on the counter. They turned her on her back. The tied hands were secured over her head to a clamp on the counter and her bound feet
were fastened similarly. Henri ran a gloved hand lightly along the torso, the shoulders and thighs and calves. He kneaded the perfectly shaped white breasts, murmuring happily to himself at the firmness of their fatty meat. He pinched each nipple. He p
robed a finger into the soft flesh beneath Frances\rquote chin and did the same to each of her pinked cheeks.
\'93Look at the eyes. It is quite petrified,\'94 he said.
Alice Parent tittered nervously. \'93Do you think it will hurt her meat?\'94
\'93Don\rquote t worry yourselves. We will baste it in the butter, you see. There is an herb I put in the baste that calms them. The basting should be continuous until }{\insrsid10555306 the }{\insrsid12001661 marinade.\'94
\'93Damn it Henri, she ain\rquote t an it yet. She\rquote s a piece of ass still and we\rquote re gonna fuck her. All I can say is this here herb better not calm her down too much, if you know }{\insrsid10555306 what I mean,\'94 Bob Burns said}{
\insrsid12001661 .
Henri waived a reassuring hand. The herb\rquote s effect was on the brain. The meat girl\rquote s sex might even be enhanced. Having calmed at least the men\rquote s concern, Henri ordered one of his assistant\rquote s to hold Frances\rquote
mouth open while his fingers explored within. He pulled the numbed tongue and felt the walls of the mouth. Then he stuck two fingers deep into the meat girl\rquote s throat. Frances jerked on the counter as she choked.
\'93Nice,\'94 Henri muttered, withdrawing his hand.
The chef\rquote s final inspections were of Frances\rquote cunt and anus. He probed each orifice with his fingers, nodding and murmuring to himself as if pondering a decision.
\'93All right, weigh it,\'94 he smiled, removing his gloves.
The handlers released Frances from the counter clamps and carried her hog-tied to the meat scale. They centered her on her back. Frances blinked up as the assistant read the scale.
\'93121 pounds.\'94
Though she was nude and tied like a pig, had been fucked in public by her father and feared that she soon would be the meat that christened the family\rquote s new roasting oven, Frances felt a twinge of embarrassment at
the rude announcement of her weight.
\'93Good, good, bring it back,\'94 Henri said.
Frances was dumped on the counter and her ties adjusted as before. As Henri resumed his examination, Lorraine Russell spoke quietly to Alice Parent.
\'93Don\rquote t you want to have some fun, hon?\'94
\'93What?\'94
\'93You know, tease her, like we always do. It\rquote s good for them. Makes them accept the situation. You saw it yourself last month, remember. They taunted her so cutely. It rather destroyed the poor thing\rquote
s mind and she just became passive.\'94
Mrs. Parent rubbed her hard nipples. She and Lorraine were stark naked. She gave Lorraine a grin and stepped to the counter.
\'93Is it okay if I talk to her?\'94
Henri was applying the butter baste, working up from the roast\rquote s feet.
\'93Gonna be a slippery fuck,\'94 Bob Burns laughed.
\'93Of course, Madame. Here, you may assist while you talk.\'94 He handed Alice a basting brush.
\'93Oh, thank you!,\'94 said Alice, going weak in her knees at the unexpected honor, not to mention the fabulous eroticism of basting her daughter.
She dipped some baste onto one of Frances\rquote thighs and began spreading it with the brush.
\'93Our guests think you\rquote re not being a very good sport abo}{\insrsid10555306 ut this, dear}{\insrsid12001661 . Don\rquote t you know you\rquote re the center of a}{\insrsid10555306 ttention? There\rquote s at least thirty}{
\insrsid12001661 people here, and in the morning there may be fifty people and you\rquote re the reason, well the main reason they\rquote ll be here. But if you\rquote re just going to be a big pouty face
we might as well spit you now and get it over with.\'94
\'93Ahhhh, eewww,\'94 Frances replied, wildly batting her eyes. \line
Mrs. Parent couldn\rquote t have been happier. The truth was that many of the diners, including Alice herself, enjoyed a meat girl\rquote s whi
mperings even to the point of finding them indispensable to a good roast. The occasional willing girls were prized for their strangeness and bravery but the terror s}{\insrsid10555306 tricken livestock had greater}{\insrsid12001661
erotic appeal. Unfortunately, terror was bad for the blood and unchecked could cause the meat\rquote s flavor to suffer. It was up the chef to temper a sweet thing\rquote s fear enough to protect the meat while not so much as to spoil the fun.
\'93May I tell her the program, Henri?\'94
The chef made a philosophical smile. He wa}{\insrsid10555306 s used to such interruptions though}{\insrsid12001661 they didn\rquote t make his job easier.
\'93If you wish, Madame. I think this one will be fine from the basting.\'94
\'93Great.\'94 Mrs. Parent deposited a buttery plop on the teenage tummy. She rubbed it in.
\'93Well, dear, after we finish buttering you, we\rquote ll attend to your fuck card. I believe seven of the fellows signed up for that. Don\rquote t be hurt. Under other circumstances, I\rquote
m sure all of the men would just love to fuck you. You\rquote re as fuckable as a girl can be, sweetie. The thing is, you see, the girls are the most arousing when they are cooking. So when you\rquote
re on the spit, dear, and having your adventure over the coals, look around if you still can and you\rquote ll see that you have an audience that is just fornicating and masturbating to the beat the band. You\rquote ll see that when you\rquote
re marinating, too, probably.\'94
Lorraine Russell sidled over. Alice observed the lust in her friend\rquote s face.
\'93See something you like, dear?\'94
\'93Oh my goodness, Alice, aren\rquote t those just the dreamiest tits you ever saw?\'94
\'93Hmmmm. Well, why don\rquote t you ask Henri if you can suck them a little?\'94 Alice glanced at the chef, fearing his rebuke.
Henri shrugged.
\'93Oh goody,\'94 Lorraine chirped. She bent over Frances and began to lick one of the teenage breasts.
\'93Ahhh, eeuuuww,\'94 Frances said. Tears welled in her eyes. She turned her head away. She bit her lip. She felt her nipples harden under Mrs. Russell\rquote s incessant ministra
tions. Her breathing quickened. Henri had backed away to allow the meat girl a view of her surroundings. Frances saw the gathered grownups watching and smiling. Hanging by her tied feet from a butcher hook in the wall she saw Laura, taking in the scene
from her unique perspective. It was hard to tell if Laura was watching. Her blank expression suggested that she was in shock. Frances could still see the open oven and roasting bin.
Soon the images began to blur. Then Frances forgot everything. She closed her eyes and twisted her head on the steel counter, gasping and moaning as Mrs. Russell brought her to the edge of orgasm.
\'93All right, you two, don\rquote t get carried away,\'94 Alice said, pulling Mrs. Russell off the shaking meat girl.
\'93See how much you are appreciated, dear,\'94 Alice addressed her quivering daughter. \'93I don\rquote
t know if you saw Jenny before. Mr. and Mrs. Seymour carried her into your room when Daddy was fucking you. Your sister was still asleep so she missed her close escape. You s
ee, we were going to boil her while you and Laura were roasting. Good thing she wasn\rquote t on the menu because Bob Burns got his dander up over her being too little. He got people to vote
to keep her until she\rquote s your age. We\rquote re going to cook her for her birthday when she\rquote s sixteen, isn\rquote t that something!? }{\insrsid10555306 It just seems like such a long wait}{\insrsid12001661 .\'94
Alice resumed working her basting brush. She buttered up the perfect tits, blending the baste with streaks of Lorraine Russell\rquote s saliva.
\'93Yes, the plan was to have three different meat courses, a spit roast, an oven roast and a boiled girl. So now we\rquote ll just have two. You\rquote ll be our spit roast, sweetie, in case you\rquote re wondering. Laura is going into the oven. I
\rquote m so excited about finally putting it to use.\'94
\'93Aarrr, eewwww,\'94 Frances replied.
Two naked men hauled in a mattress and dropped it on the tile floor. After the mattress was covered with a plastic table cloth and Henri had completed his work for the moment, Bob Burns raised Frances from the c
ounter and placed her on the mattress.
\'93Not much time, Bob,\'94 Mrs. Parent warned.
\'93I know,\'94 Bob Burns grunted, getting himself in position while the other men gathered around, holding the numbers they had drawn.
Bob spread the teenage leg
s and put his cock in the girl. He fucked her hard and fast. Soon Frances was moaning and bucking her hips. She was still in the throes of her orgasm when the second man began fucking her. And so it went. The last man on the girl\rquote
s fuck card got his rocks off just before the time ran out.
\'93Come, come,\'94 Henri prodded the handlers. The men lifted the still gasping teen by her legs and shoulders and carried her into the dining room. Taking up half the length of the twelve foot antique pine table
was a tray made of wood, perhaps a foot in depth, containing a dark brown liquid. The handlers placed Frances in the tray on her back, her head raised on a rest to prevent her from drowning in the rising marinade. Her ankles and wrists were secured by
leather straps attached to the wood. The marinade was cool and oily. Frances felt it filling her pores and the other openings in her young body.
Henri, who had been directing the transporting of Laura from her hook to the meat scale and then to the counter, strode into the dining room in a fury.
\'93Idiots! Take it out of there!\'94
One didn\rquote t marinate until the meat was cleaned out, didn\rquote t they know that?
\'93Terribly sorry, Henri,\'94 said Mrs. Parent, nervously. She\rquote d been so excited at the thought of seeing her daughter in the marinade she\rquote d forgotten that Frances\rquote wasn\rquote t ready. Of course that didn\rquote
t explain the handlers\rquote oversight.
\'93Put it there,\'94 Henri snapped, pointing to the cleared end of the table.
Alice rushed over with a plastic table cloth. The last thing she wanted was Frances dripping marinade all over the oriental rug.
\'93Get something to clean her up,\'94 Henri said after Frances was strapped down on the plastic.
Alice fetched towels from the bathroom. Mrs. Russell and Melissa brought a pot of warm water and sponges from the kitchen. On the buffet nearby, Frances noticed something she hadn\rquote
t seen since she was a little girl. It took her a moment to realize it was an enema kit. Working quickly, Henri toweled off most of the marinade and then gave Frances the req}{\insrsid10555306 uisite sponge bath. T}{\insrsid12001661 he enema}{
\insrsid10555306 came next}{\insrsid12001661 .
\'93He\rquote s making you nice and clean so you\rquote ll look tasty and smell tasty, dear,\'94 Mrs. Parent explained.
Frances felt her mind going.
\'93Ah good,\'94 Henri murmured a few minutes later, examining the results of the enema. \'93Now for the shaving.\'94
The chef removed the hair from Frances\rquote cunt, cropped her blonde curls to a pixie and clipped her eyebrows and eyelashes. Then he motioned Mrs. Rus
sell and Melissa who had been standing by with fresh sponges and the women washed Frances once more from head to toe.
\'93Now the marinade!,\'94 Henri blurted, still fuming at his ignorant handlers.
Henri eyed the grandfather clock. He swept into the kitchen.
Laura had been shaved and cleaned inside and out. She was as plucked and scrubbed as a fresh Thanksgiving turkey. The terrified gaze locked onto Henri as the chef loomed over her.
\'93Mrs. Parent wants it to see where it is going,\'94
Henri said, waving his hand for his young aides to help him turn Laura about on the counter so that the meat girl would have a view of her last home on earth while preparations for her stay there were completed. The oven was preparing, too. The great
glass door was closed because the heat was on to warm the occupant on her arrival.
While Laura focused on her future abode, Henri quietly selected a knife and slit her stomach open. Laura blinked. She lifted her head just in time to see the chef b
ury his hand where she thought her tanned tummy was supposed to be. The puzzled eyes widened with understanding as Henri\rquote
s bloodied fist emerged dragging her entrails behind. Other hands worked at cauterizing her wound. Another held a syringe that expla
ined why the pain was slight. For Laura, the experience was a little like being on an operating table except that the white coated attendants did not seem to be}{\insrsid10555306 interested in}{\insrsid12001661 restoring her health.
The teenager watched her insides slither from Henri\rquote
s grasp and fall like slop into a bucket on the floor. Henri grunted as he cut out the last of the intestines. He added them to the bloody mess in the pail. Then he removed the organs that either offended his culinary sensibilities or were better cooke
d a different way. The roast could survive without her parts long enough to entertain the guests provided her cook didn\rquote t dally.
\'93I think she\rquote s passed out,\'94 Mrs. Russell said, disappointedly.
\'93It\rquote s as you say, ok,\'94 Henri mumbled. He was washing out the cavity of Laura\rquote s stomach with a hose from the sink. Melissa brought over one of the stuffing bowls. She stood like a nurse at the chef\rquote
s side, holding the bowl, while Henri spooned out the stuffing and packed it into Laura. When he\rquote d emptied the bowl and half of the second bowl into the roast, he closed up the stomach and stitched it.
\'93This is for the shock,\'94 he said, putting a needle into Laura\rquote s shoulder.
In a few seconds, the eyes opened. They looked up helplessly. Alice Parent stepped into their field of vision.
\'93Hi, dear. See, you\rquote re all filled up again, nothing to worry your pretty head about,\'94 she said, taking Laura\rquote s hand and placing it on the stuffed belly.
Laura blinked. She turned her head on the counter
and looked down at herself. It was true! She was filled up again and then some. She would look better, she thought, when the swelling went down. Also, the ugly cross hatched stitching up her front was okay by her if it meant she had her guts back. M
rs. Parent noted Laura\rquote s hopeful look.
\'93Oh, this is too good for words! Guess what, everyone, she thinks she\rquote s Humpty Dumpty all put back together again.\'94 Alice picked up the pail, tilting it so that Laura could see inside. \'93Honey, those nasty
innards of yours are still right here, see. You\rquote re stuffed like a turkey. Henri\rquote s stuffing your cunt now. We all love our stuffing, you know.\'94
Laura closed her eyes. She felt the cool stuffing going in her cunt. Henri pushed more and more of it
inside her. He was stretching her cunt walls. He finished by plugging the cunt with a pared apple. Mrs. Parent stood by with a second apple. She undid the ball gag. Laura\rquote s mouth closed, then opened again. The eyes looked up.
\'93Any last words, dear?\'94
Laura licked her lips.
\'93We don\rquote t have all day, sorry,\'94 Mrs. Parent said. She pulled Laura\rquote s mouth open and stuffed in the apple.
\'93When the apple cooks, the juice will drain down your throat and help make you moist and flavorful inside,\'94 she explained. \'93We\rquote ll use several apples before you\rquote re done.\'94
Alice backed away, leaving Henri alone with his creation.
\'93All right, ladies and gentlemen, it is ready after I put on the baste. For this one, I have prepared a glazed baste. It is nice.\'94
Henri opened a large Tupper ware container and began spooning its contents onto Laura. Soon, the girl was gleaming from head to toe.
Henri smiled at Mrs. Parent, and nodded.
\'93All right, everyone! Laura\rquote s going in!,\'94 Alice cried.
More guests filed quickly into the kitchen while the handlers trussed Laura turkey-like and placed her in the roasting bin. Henri inserted a stemmed thermometer in Laura\rquote s anus before signaling for the oven door to be opened.
\'93With the glaze, you see, it needs to slow roast an hour at 225 degrees. People like to watch so we leave off the lid. It is\'85ok. Then we turn the heat to 400 and the bin I close until the browning. Ok?\'94
Lillian Russell allowed her friend, Olympia Burns, to squeeze in beside her. They were in the front row of those observing the spectacle from the open area of the kitchen.
\'93Isn\rquote t it darling, her eyes are wide open. She knows exactly what is happening!,\'94 Lillian whispered.
\'93Oh god, she is so sweet!,\'94 Olympia sighed.
Laura felt her head and right shoulder bump against the side of her roasting bin as the handlers lifted it from the counter. A few cheers broke out. The heavy bin wobbled a bit on its way to the oven. It went inside.
\'93See you, Laura. Have fun!,\'94 Alice Parent cried.
Henri closed the oven door.
Mrs. Parent and a few others headed back to the dining room but most stayed to watch Laura begin her roast. The glaze bubbled and popped on Laura\rquote s golden flesh but did not melt away.
\'93It marinates them while they cook,\'94 Olympia Burns explained to Dorothy Williams as the two women peered inside the glass door of the oven. \'93Henri says the ingredients are a secret.\'94
The marinade had begun to darken Frances inside her bikini tan lines by the time Alice Parent and her companions returned to the dining room. Homer Parent was helping the process along by rubbing the marinade in. He\rquote
d found that the rubbing was especially worthwhile over the teenager\rquote s breasts and at her thighs. Using two fingers, he was rubbing inside the girl\rquote
s cunt when the others came back. The guests watched quietly while Frances squirmed and moaned in her tray.
Henri looked on disapprovingly. He eyed the clock.
\'93Tell them to the light the coals,\'94 he said to one of his assistants.
\'93Oh boy, here we go!,\'94 Melissa giggled.
\'93Not yet, dear,\'94 Mrs. Russell replied beside her. Chatting earlier that evening with Freddy Davis, Mrs. Russell had discerned the young man\rquote s developing obses
sion for his exceedingly edible wife. She understood completely. Mrs. Russell put a friendly arm around Melissa\rquote s waist.
\'93Henri just wants the pit to be nice and hot when they start to roast her,\'94 Mrs. Russell explained, allowing her hand to stray onto one of Melissa\rquote s appealing boobs.
\'93Oh!,\'94 Melissa gasped. She stopped herself from pulling away. Was Lorraine Russell making a pass at her?
Later, when Frances was cooking, many guests would have sex while they watched. Melissa wasn\rquote t gay.
At least she never had been gay but if an important person like Mrs. Russell wanted to have sex with her in the yard when the time came, Melissa guessed that she should submit. The young woman\rquote
s nipples tingled as she considered this. Melissa sighed and settled herself softly against Mrs. Russell.
\'93Inviting me to feel you up, honey?\'94
\'93If you want,\'94 Melissa murmured.
Mrs. Russell cupped one of the young wife\rquote s full breasts.
\'93You\rquote re good enough to eat, you know,\'94 she whispered.
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Melissa blushed with pleasure, assuming the compliment to be figurative. She took Mrs. Russell\rquote s other hand and placed it on her inner thigh, wondering what it would be like to have her cunt rubbed just then through the thin}{\insrsid3871401
protections}{\insrsid12001661 of her skirt and panties.
}\pard\plain \qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid12001661
Meantime, Alice had noticed the chef\rquote s irritation at Homer Parent\rquote s liberties inside the marinade tray. Alice herself was becoming impatient.
}{\insrsid3871401 \'93That\rquote s enough, Homer.\'94 }{\insrsid12001661
}\pard\plain \s15\qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid12001661 Mr. Parent briefly considered asserting his parental privilege
but found this position untenable against his wife, so he backed away, licking his fingers.
}\pard\plain \qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid12001661
}\pard\plain \s15\qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid12001661 \'93Thank you, Madame,\'94
Henri said, stepping to the tray with a flourish of his right arm to demonstrate his resumption of command. Henri announced that he would
stuff Frances and then marinate her meat another half hour before putting in the spit. The handlers removed Frances from the tray and laid her on a fresh table cloth. The room filled with guests not wanting to miss the Parents\rquote
daughter getting herself turkeyed - the diners\rquote playful word for disembow}{\insrsid3871401 eling a female human being and }{\insrsid12001661 refilling its stomach with a tasty breaded stuffing. A good number of the guests had attended Laura
\rquote s transformation but everyone wanted to witness the Parents\rquote daughter undergo that experience.
}\pard\plain \qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid12001661
Henri worked smoothly, taking his time. He opened the teenage stomach and emptied its contents. Using sponges, he cleaned the cavity. Frances watched herself being turkeyed. Seeing the girl\rquote s interest, Mrs. Parent lifted her daughter\rquote
s head to give her a better view. Frances\rquote slack mouth and wide dumb eyes impressed the crowd.
\'93Christ, I\rquote m aching to fuck her,\'94 Bob Burns muttered to his wife.
\'93You just did, for heaven\rquote s sake,\'94 Olympia Burns laughed.
\'93I let it breathe,\'94 Henri declared, removing his gloves. He disappeared into the kitchen.
\'93What\rquote s he doing?,\'94 Homer Parent said.
\'93I don\rquote t know,\'94 Alice said.
\'93Laura!\'94, someone cried.
}\pard\plain \s15\qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid3871401 A stampede of guests lurched}{\insrsid12001661 for the kitchen}{\insrsid3871401
which could barely accommodate}{\insrsid12001661 ha
lf of them. Room was made, however, for the hosts. Alice and Homer Parent proceeded like royalty through the dining room, past the door held open for them and into the kitchen where they took up places in the front row of the packed observers.
}\pard\plain \qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid12001661
}\pard\plain \s15\qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid12001661 Henri
had waited. Now he opened the oven door. Sweet aromas wafted everywhere. The roasting bin slid out on its wheeled rack. Laura lay in her ties, a spectacle of sizzling delight. Her glazed covering bubbled and popped. It gleamed in golden brown hues. H
enri nimbly speared the cooked apple and removed it. Laura\rquote
s open mouth did not move. Henri went about his inspection. He checked the temperature gauge. Then he exchanged the mittens for his special gloves and began to attach catheters to the roast\rquote s ne
ck and groin, inserting the other ends into a well beneath the pan. Before Laura\rquote
s blood boiled, it would be drawn into the well and later used for gravy. He spooned out the eyes and added them to the slop in the bucket. Finally, he wedged a fresh apple into the roast\rquote s mouth and covered the pan.
}\pard\plain \qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f2\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\insrsid12001661
\'93Back she goes,\'94 whispered Alice Parent, and back Laura went.
Hen}{\insrsid3871401 ri turned up the heat}{\insrsid12001661 .
}\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid3871401 Returning to the dining room, t}{\insrsid12001661 he crowd parted for Henri as he made his way to the table. Waiting there
beside Frances were the bowls of Mrs. Jenning\rquote s pungent homemade stuffing. Henri sampled it, closing his eyes as he rolled his tongue.
\'93Good,\'94 he said, bringing smiles from the audience.
Henri packed the teenage stomach. When the roast was mounded like a pregnant girl, the chef expertly sewed it up. Frances could only gaze down at her rounded tummy and work her useless jaws}{\insrsid3871401 .}{\insrsid12001661
\'93Ohhheewwwahhh,\'94 Frances said, dully.
}{\insrsid3871401 Not long}{\insrsid12001661 after their daughter was returned to the oven in her covered roasting p}{\insrsid3871401 an, Frank and Nancy Brown }{\insrsid7096594 headed}{\insrsid12001661 up the Parents\rquote
long gravel drive. Pine trees and undergrowth hemmed them spookily in the moonlight. Nancy looked straight ahead until the landscape cleared and they were safely in front of the brightly lit house.
\'93Geez, look at all the cars,\'94 she said.
\'93You go, I\rquote ll stay here,\'94 Frank said.
\'93I\rquote m not goin in there by myself, Frank. Come on, it\rquote ll only take a minute. Don\rquote t you want to see these people?\'94
\'93What do I care?,\'94 Frank said, but he was getting out of the car.
\'93We\rquote ll go around back,\'94 Nancy said.
They passed through the gate into the backyard. Chinese lanterns lit the wide lawn for a distance of fifty feet or more from the back of the house. Off to the side, near whe
re the lanterns ended, was a barbeque pit glowing with freshly lit coals. Spread about were picnic tables with benches and lawn chairs and, here and there, blankets on the grass, but no people.
\'93Kinda late to be startin a barbeque,\'94 Frank said.
\'93It\rquote s after one o\rquote clock,\'94 Nancy whispered.
\'93Yeah. Looky there.\'94
Nancy looked. At a row of windows they saw the backs of people crowded together, a few of them not wearing clothes.
\'93Oh my goodness!\'94
\'93Laura said this was a dinner club,\'94 Frank said.
}{\insrsid7096594 \'93I bet it\rquote s one of them}{\insrsid12001661 nudist dinner clubs they have and that\rquote s why we never got invited, Frank. I don\rquote t like Laura bein in there. I wonder if she knew it was nudists.\'94
}{\insrsid7096594 Reaching}{\insrsid12001661 the back door, Frank and Nancy peered through the glass into the kitchen. No one was in sight. Frank rapped on the door. He rapped again.
\'93Let\rquote s go in.\'94
Henri had decided to spit Frances indoors where the light was better. He was about half done with the procedure when Dorothy Williams edged through the crowd and hurried up to Alice Parent.
\'93Alice\'85,\'94
\'93Shhh, not now!,\'94 Alice snapped.
Frances lay hog-tied on her back while Alice held her daughter\rquote s head over the edge of the table so as to line up her throat for the spit.
\'93But\'85.Homer..\'94
\'93Shut up, Dorothy,\'94 Homer said, transfixed.
The audience watched in sil}{\insrsid7096594 ence as Homer took }{\insrsid12001661 control of the spit. Henri stood beside him, guiding his pupil. Homer worked the spit slowly until its final push and the
n the metal point slid smoothly out of the teenager\rquote s mouth into the light while Frances blinked wildly and the audience broke into cheers.
\'93Alice and Homer\'85,\'94
\'93Okay, Dorothy, what is it?\'94, sighed Alice.
\'93Eddy says a car just came in that didn\rquote t blink its lights either time. It\rquote s a white station wagon, }{\insrsid7096594 a chevy, }{\insrsid12001661 he said.\'94
\'93Oh, my god!\'94
The Parents}{\insrsid7096594 grabbed some clothes from the floor and pulled them on. They}{\insrsid12001661 rushed to the kitchen. There they found Nancy and Frank Brown silently gazing at the oven.
\'93Hi Alice, hi Frank,\'94 Nancy said. \'93We just came over to bring Laura her toothbrush that she forgot. Frank knocked but I guess you didn\rquote t hear us. Whatcha cookin?\'94
\'93You got Laura in there with some naked people?,\'94 cut in Frank, controlling his temper.
\'93Oh, no, Frank. Laura and Frances, they went out for a drive in Frances\rquote car\'85,\'94 Alice began, looking at her husband for help.
Adrian Brewster stepped forward. \'93We were praying and you interrupted us,\'94 he said in a kind, mannered voice. Adrian was shirtless but he had his trousers on.
\'93You was what?\'94
\'93We were saying a prayer. Some of our members believe it is unholy to pray to the Lord wearing anything but the skin we were born in.\'94
\'93Oh, sorry,\'94 said Nancy.
\'93I guess you must be a part believer,\'94 said Frank.
Adrian chuckled. \'93My pants? No no, I just put them o}{\insrsid7096594 n. I assure you that I was}{\insrsid12001661 naked }{\insrsid7096594 as a new born babe }{\insrsid12001661 during my communication on high.\'94
\'93Take it easy, Frank,\'94 said Nancy, seeing her husband\rquote s ears turn red.
}\pard \qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid12001661 Frank leveled a gaze at Adrian Brewster. \'93Don\rquote t}{\insrsid7096594 ass-your}{\insrsid12001661 me of nothin cept one thing, all right. Just}
{\insrsid7096594 ass-your}{\insrsid12001661 Nancy and me that you people ain\rquote t been doin no bare-ass prayers around my daug}{\insrsid7096594 hter and that you ain\rquote t plannin}{\insrsid12001661 to.\'94
\'93Come on, Frank,\'94 Homer Parent said. \'93You know we wouldn\rquote t let that happen. Like Alice said, the girls are out for a drive. Went to the lake, they said. They didn\rquote t see a thing, I promise.\'94
\'93Kinda late to be goin out for a drive, Homer.\'94
\'93Well, it\rquote s a late party. That\rquote s what it is, is all.\'94
}\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid12001661
Nancy shook her head in amazement. \'93Geez, this is somethin. So Alice, you finally got to use your oven, whatcha cookin in that huge pan you got in there? And you got a barbeque goin in the yard. Kinda late for a barbeque, right?\'94
\'93Yes, well it\rquote s something they do in their religion to eat a big meal in the middle of the night sometimes,\'94 Alice explained.
\'93It ain\rquote t your religion, is it, Alice? Laura said this was like a dinner club you had and she was going to be a guest and stay overnight with Frances. I didn\rquote t know it was a cult, for God\rquote s sake.\'94
\'93It\rquote s not a cult,\'94 Homer parent said.
Frank stepped closer to the oven and peered through the glass door. \'93What\rquote s in there? It smells pretty good.\'94
\'93A\'85}{\insrsid7096594 a }{\insrsid12001661 sheep,\'94 Alice said.
\'93A sheep? You got a whole sheep in there?\'94, said Nancy.
\'93Yes. That\rquote s what they believe. You should cook them whole.\'94
\'93Even the head and the hooves.\'94
\'93Right, the whole..animal, Nancy.\'94
\'93Sheeps don\rquote t have hooves,\'94 Frank injected, sniffing curiously at the delicious aromas filling the kitchen. Frank was surprised that a sheep would smell that tasty. He tried to remember wh}{\insrsid7096594 at sheep meat was called
but the answer eluded }{\insrsid12001661 him.
\'93Sure they got hooves, what you think they got, Frank?,\'94 Nancy said, irritated at her husband\rquote s display of ignorance.
\'93I don\rquote t know. They got sheep\rquote s feet. Ain\rquote t that right Homer? Maybe you can pull her out just for a sec.\'94
Kinda like to see it anyway.\'94
Nancy made a face. \'93Ugh, I don\rquote t want to see no whole sheep gettin itself cooked. Must be pretty ugly with its wool off cookin in that pan.}{\insrsid7096594 You take the wool off, right Alice?}{\insrsid12001661 \'94
\'93}{\insrsid7096594 Yes, we do. }{\insrsid12001661 It\rquote s pretty terrible to see, Nancy, you\rquote re right,\'94 Alice said. \'93Well, maybe you and Frank would like to come over some other time because it is g}{\insrsid7096594
etting a little late}{\insrsid12001661 .\'94
\'93She wants us to leave, Nancy,\'94 Frank said.
\'93Geez, is this here the guts!\'94, Nancy said, noticing the bucket on the floor.
\'93Why\'85yes, Nancy it is.\'94
\'93See Frank. Them are sheep eyes on top, see how gray and watery they are.\'94
Frank nodded. He had been considering the pail with interest. \'93You know, Homer, if you\rquote re plannin to throw this out, I could take it off your hands. Use it for the compost?\'94
\'93Well, I don\rquote t know Frank.\'94
\'93Oh, let them take it, Homer. What are neighbors for if we can\rquote t share things,\'94 Alice said.
Minutes late}{\insrsid7096594 r, Frank and Nancy were }{\insrsid12001661 cross}{\insrsid7096594 ing}{\insrsid12001661 the yard to their car.
\'93Bunch of weirdos,\'94 Frank muttered. He sucked in a mouthful of air and trudged on, his arm weighed down by the new additions for his compost.
To the surprise of everyone, breakfast was served on t
ime. A bright morning sun bestowed the picnickers with perfect weather. Homer Parent was glad he had mowed the grass. He stood near the pit, holding hands with Alice as they had when Frances eyed them sleepily in her room not so many hours before. Most
of the guests had taken places at the tables, a few still milled about. The smell of fresh coffee was in the air mixing with the rather stronger aromas coming from the pit.
}{\insrsid6510622 Homer turned,}{\insrsid12001661 realizing that the buzz of conversation had ceased. He saw the reason why. Henri\rquote s assistants were coming from the house wheeling the cart on which Laura lay on a platter.
\'93Damn, she looks great!,\'94 Homer whispered to his wife.
Alice Parent cast a mother\rquote s eye on the approaching roast.
\'93You think she looks as good as Frances?\'94
His wife\rquote s tone of voice was not lost on Homer.
\'93Course not. Ain\rquote t no roast we ever had looked as good as our Frances.\'94
The handlers transferred Laura from her cart to the serving table and went straight to the pit. There the other meat dish hung simmering over the coals. Frances was browned and glistening. Henri\rquote s test}{\insrsid11274037
ing fork confirmed that she}{\insrsid12001661 was done.
The chef smiled at the Parents. \'93It is good, the most tender one, I think,\'94 he said.
Alice}{\insrsid6510622 beamed. \'93I knew she would be!}{\insrsid12001661 \'94
Henri\rquote s presentation of his roasts won everyone\rquote s admiration. The cooked girls faced each other in their turkey ties on matching silver platters. The fresh apples in their mouths touched, as in a last kiss. Mrs. Parent thought it w
as too bad the eyes were gone. The purp}{\insrsid6510622 le grapes }{\insrsid12001661 weren\rquote t bad, however, if you used your imagination.
\'93Let\rquote s eat!\'94, said Homer Parent.
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