The Menu Is Irish by Clemstra

copyright 2003 Clemstra

The Menu is Irish - by Clemstra

It was bliss, Tom and Mary, Patrick and Deidra, all had won an all expense paid cruise and vacation package. It had come at just the right time, as both couples had been unemployed in Ireland’s worst ever economic downturn. A nice cruise on a private yacht with it’s own swimming pool. People attending their every want and need, daily massages, excellent food, too much food really. All four men and women were in their early forties and had gained a bit of weight on the month long cruise. Now they would get the rest of the vacation package, a visit to the East coast of New England, ending in a dinner to be held in their honor at a private mansion in the Appalachian mountains.

Deidra sighed pleasurably as the massager leisurally caressed her thighs, stroking and kneading them. It would all be over soon. They’d have to go back to a depressed economy in Ireland and the day to day struggle of job searching and survival. Deidra’s long red hair hung loosely with curls, her cream colored skin seemed to fairly glow with life. Her husband Patrick was often asked if he was related to Conan O’Brien. He looked much like an older fortyish Conan O’Brien. Like her, Mary and Tom had gained a bit of weight on this cruise, perhaps getting a bit soft from all this posh living.

Mary looked like a statuesque version of a Pict. Six feet tall, raven black hair, brilliant blue eyes, pinkish skin. Her husband Tom had wheat brown hair, freckled light skin, a boy next door like charm that had not faded as he aged into his forties. Being of Irish stock not a one of them had received a tan. Due to sunscreen they luckily hadn’t received a sunburn.

The bell rang signaling dinner was served. The master chef, who had prepared all the meals during this cruise, welcomed them. With a smile he seated them at a formal dinner table to dine.

“Pierre your getting us fat with all this rich food,” Tom told him.

“Ah Oui,” Pierre said with a smile. “I assure you, the food is specially designed to be nutritious. Your weight gain is anything but all fat.”

Tom laughed at this, but something caused Deidra to feel cold at the remark. Sometimes she felt she saw Pierre looking at her with what looked like hunger and lust. The lust she could see but the hunger? Was it her imagination?

At the end of the week the yacht docked in New York. The two couples stayed in luxury suites at the Algonquin Hotel for two days. They received front row seats at several fine Broadway Plays, did some shopping, a few tours then went on to Appalachia.

They toured a few landmarks in the Appalachian mountains then to the private mansion were they were to stay for the weekend. A feast would be held in their honor that weekend. Sadly it would all end. Like Cinderalla at the ball, the clock would strike midnight. They would return to Ireland as four more unemployed people seeking work, struggling to survive.

The mansion was built of granite, carved it looked from the small mountain itself. Nestled against one side of the mountain, it was sheltered from inclimate weather. A beautiful manicured lawn in front and what looked like a huge yard to the back eastern side of the mansion. It looked as if there were pits dug, picnic tables in one part of the back east lawn, with a volley ball net in another and a large swimming pool.

“Is the dinner to be held outdoors Pierre,” asked Mary?

“No, I myself will direct and prepare much of it. Some cooking will occur outdoors, but the main dinning room will be used for the dinner,” he smiled at them all, especially Deidra.

Servants took their bags up to their rooms as they entered. Nicely dressed men and women met them at the entrance, inviting them in for a nightcap before being shown to their rooms. The four were given crystal brandy goblets, the glass of the finest lead crystal.

Fine Brandy or was it cognac was poured in each as they sat on fine leather upholstered furniture. Their hosts made a toast to them, asking them to try the brandy first to see if it was to their liking. Deidra had misgivings but chose to ignore them. How silly it seemed to mistrust the benefactors of their good fortune. The liquor was good, a warm feeling spread through Deidra as she finished.

She felt herself relaxing, her limbs seemingly going limp. She could see Tom, Mary and her husband Patrick doing the same as with sudden horror she realized she should have listened to that inner voice. As the four lay helpless before their hosts, the Master Chef who had prepared all of their meals on the yacht and was to cook the dinner for them this weekend, smiled hungrily at Deidra. He directed what appeared to be kitchen staff to pick up each of them, putting them on carts with wheels. They were wheeled away from the foyer into what appeared a huge kitchen with many men and women staffing it.

Pierre himself had wheeled Deidra in the kitchen, “I will do all of her preparation myself” he said smiling.

“One at a time” Pierre directed. “Preparation and presentation begin in the kitchen with the meat itself.”

They undressed Tom first, stripping him of his white shirt and black dress pants, they laid him out on a table like so much meat. They purposefully turned Mary to let her watch them start on her husband, giving Patrick and Deidra an excellent view.

“First, feel free to do some special tenderizing, but do NOT damage or bruise the meat.” Several men and women started using Tom for their sexual pleasure. The women from the front stroking his penis, mounting him. The men from behind, violating his anus. They did so making certain not to bruise or damage Tom’s flesh.

As the other three watched, Tom was washed, shaved of all his wheat colored hair, the hair on the rest of his body, and a hose inserted up his ass. He was given enemas’s until he ran clean, then some substance was put into the hose to put his digestive track to sleep, Pierre all the while stroking Deidra through her clothing. They pulled out Tom’s finger nails, his toe nails, Deidra could see Tom’s pupils narrow in pain as they did so. A women expertly stroked Tom’s penis, stretching it, holding it firmly as another put a thin tube up the tip of Tom’s circumcised member. Tom’s eyes showed pain as they continued the tube up his penis, his member stretched to it’s full length unable to relax.

They attached something to the tube, draining Tom, then they put a fluid in the tube “for flavor,” Pierre told her.

They took out a large tub with restraints, putting Tom in it they put tubes into his nose and mouth. They attached the tubes to a air tank.

“Even the air he breathes will flavor him,” said Pierre.

They poured some type of brown liquid into the tub till Tom was entirely covered, breathing only through the tubes in his nostrils and mouth.

“He will marinate overnight, as will all of our SPECIAL guests” Pierre said, his kitchen staff laughing at the joke.

“Ah, it is Mary’s turn now.” Pierre smiled at Deidra as under her blouse, he undid her bra.

They undressed Mary removing her red sequined dress, her elegent shoes, silken undergarments. With her Raven black hair, pink freckled body, fortyish and plump, she was as a harvest goddess. Like Tom they started to play with her but more slowly. They stroked her till she moaned, apparently some vocalization could occur under the muscle relaxant. Several men took her together at the same time. One from the back while another entered her from the front.

“Do NOT damage the meat, remember” Pierre warned his kitchen staff.

Several women played with Mary’s 50 C breasts, others played, licked Mary’s vagina.

Pierre had removed Deidra’s lace underwear, she heard him unzipping his pants as he whispered to her “Your turn is coming my plump delectable.”

They washed Mary, removed the hair carefully from her body. As they removed her long black hair they put it in a bag, mentioning a drawing, Mary’s hair being one of the prizes. They pulled out her finger nails and toe nails as they had with her husband. They put a hose up Mary’s ass, cleaning her out till the water ran clean. They put the same type of liquid in the tubes to put Mary’s digestive track to sleep. They took out a bag of water and vinegar, douching Mary several times. Then they made a douche in which they added spices from a spice cabinet, douching her again, then stroking her vagina laughing. Again a large tub with restraints was brought out, Mary was set in it, the restraints set on her wrists and ankles in the tub. They attached tubes up her nostrils and mouth then poured in marinade sauce till she was entirely covered. The sauce was a different color then it had been with Tom, her’s being red to the brown sauce Tom was marinating in.

Deidra wanted to scream, to beg for the life of her husband Patrick. She was unable to speak beyond a moan as her body started to climax, Chef Pierre teasing her with his fingers. As they took poor Patrick and used him before Deidra’s eyes, his sweet freckled face, his eyes with horror at being raped by both men and women, Deidra could only moan in pleasure as Pierre entered into her from behind.

They removed Patrick’s beautiful light red hair, like Mary they bagged it, apparently for a prize drawing. Like Tom they cleaned and put to sleep his digestive track, put a tube up his penis to drain his bladder, stretched out his penis and put some liquid up the tube for flavoring. A large tub with restraints was where they put poor Patrick. Tubes up his nostrils, a tube in his mouth attached to an air tank as they poured a light amber colored liquid in to cover him entirely.

“I will attend the last one myself, you may all retire for the evening,” Chef Pierre told them.

He removed the rest of Deidra’s clothing, throwing her green velvet dress to the floor. He looked over her cream colored skin, red lips, large 54 D breasts.

“You will have no further need of clothing madam.”

He wheeled her on the cart further into the kitchen. He transferred her to a preparation table.

“I will handle your very thorough tenderizing myself Deidra. Your going to be last and only I shall prepare you.”

He spread her legs, started to stroke her vaginal walls, teasing her, stroking her clitoris. He leaned down, licking her vagina lips, tonguing inward, his tongue licking her clitoris, then in and out of her vaginal hole. He started to suck on her as she moaned climaxing in orgasm.

“Very tasty Deidra” he commented straightening up.

He straddled her legs, wrapping his about hers, he leaned in stroking, fondling, playing with her breasts.

“Ah a fine dish you will make Deidra,” he licked and sucked her breasts, her nipples, as his penis tip teased her clitoris with strokes. As she moistened, he entered her vaginal hole slowly at first, then with greater thrusts. Deidra only able to moan in pleasure, her body betraying her.

Done with his pleasure, he removed his member. He looked down on her as he fastened his pants.

“I have a special marinade for you sweet Deidra.” Smiling “,one saves the best for last after all.”

He washed and shaved her of all body hair, putting her long red hair in a bag.

“I wish I could claim your hair Deidra, but I have already claimed much of you for myself as it is.”

He inserted the hose into her anus, warm soapy water went up into her intestines and stomach. He ran it several times till the back flow was clear. As with her friends and husband he then filled it with a liquid to put her digestive track asleep. Her stomach felt strange, alien to anything she had ever felt before. He douched her vaginal hole several times, the last time with water and honey.

Deidra wanted to scream with pain as he pulled out her finger nails one by one, then toe nails. He took out a large tub with restraints, lifted and placed her in it. He attached the restraints to her wrists and ankles, then inserted tubes into her nostrils and mouth. She could see him above her preparing to pour some type of marinade over her as he smiled down at her showing his very white teeth.

“Sleep well madam, you have little else to do for the night save marinate. I want you bright eyed and lively for preparation and your place on the menu tomorrow.”

He dipped his finger into the white thick liquid and tasted it, “Um, my own creation, it will further sweeten you.”

He poured it into the tub she lay in, the liquid flowing under her, flowing into her privates, her ears, over her stomach. As the white fluid went above her breasts, above her mouth and nose, she had to close her eyes. She was totally immersed in the fluid, breathing through the tubes in her nostrils and mouth, buried in a blur of thick liquid that stung her eyes when she opened them. She could feel slight stings to her skin as the liquid soaked every inch of her body. She drifted off to sleep till morning.

She felt vibrations in the tub through the liquid and awoke. The tub was tipped, the fluid drained and her wrists and ankles unbound. She was raised out and placed on a preparation table. Deidra found herself still unable to move, her muscles refusing to obey her commands. Chef Pierre positioned her in a sitting position where she could watch Tom, Mary and her husband Patrick be prepared.

“Tom shall be the first course, Mary second, your husband Patrick third. I think the oven will do well for Patrick,” he said looking her in the eyes. “You will be the final dish, sweet and tender.”

They stuffed Tom with stuffing mix of corn bread, onions, garlic. They tied Tom to a strange Rotisserie device, putting onions, tangy pickled peppers, olives on Tom’s penis. Tom’s penis like a shish ka bob, with the meat on the inside. They basted him, sprinkled herbs, seasonings, salt and pepper on him, then carried him out to a pit.

“He will roast slowly over a low flame with hickory chips,” Pierre told her. “He should live to experience the sensations for an hour and a half I think. Tanya will attend him, basting him, turning him, We should start eating him after four hours of roasting.”

She watched as they installed Tom over the fire pit, put chips in, lit them and started turning Tom over the pit. He seemed to regain some muscle movement attempting to struggle against the soaked rawhide strips binding his wrists, head and ankles. The woman standing over him ladled something over his erect penis with the onions, pepper and olives on it, laughing.

“A drawing shall be held to see who gets each of his as you say balls, and his penis,” Pierre lightly poked Deidra’s fleshy white ribs.

Pierre took a large platter with what looked like ankle restraints on it and a metal bar that curved above with wrist restraints. He put Deidra on the tray, moving each ankle back, fastening the restraints. He lifted her wrists one fastened on each side of the metal arc, then positioned her in such a way as to display her buttocks from behind, her soft thighs to the sides, her vagina open to the front with her breasts undefended. He put a large apple in her mouth firmly.

“Just to keep you ready should you start to regain muscle control, which you will. I want you in position for preparation.”

They prepared Mary next, stuffing her anus with wild rice, onions, mushrooms, plugging it with a short carrot. They stuffed her vaginal hole with mushrooms and oysters, plugging her vaginal hole with a large onion. They tied Mary to a Rotisserie mechanism like Tom’s. She was starting to try to struggle as they stuffed her mouth with a large apple, binding her head to the pole along with her wrists and ankles tightly. They basted her, basting her vaginal lips and clitoris in a manner to tease her. They seasoned her, sprayed a light spray of something on her, then sprinkled herbs all over her, seasonings and carried her to her pit.

“Mary shall have the luxury of roasting over hot coals,” Pierre told Deidra. “At just the correct height above the coals she will take longer to cook then her husband Tom. She should be alive two hours perhaps longer. Notice I’ve made certain she and Tom can watch one another roast?”

Deidra could see Mary slowly turning over a pit of hot coals, a man above her with a basting brush, a ladle to one side, sauces, seasonings and a long two pronged meat fork as he watched over her.

“Mark will attend to Mary’s cooking,” Pierre told her.

He lowered the tray Deidra was on to a lower table.

“Start to prepare Patrick now,” he said to several women in chef’s uniforms. “I want you and Patrick to share in your great destinies, you are both being turned into culinary masterpieces.”

They turned Patrick to face Deidra as they worked on him. The women injected Patrick with something in his arms, his thighs,legs, buttocks. Patrick regained his ability to vocalize as he screamed. They stuffed a large white onion firmly in his mouth, after first seasoning his tongue.

They massaged and kneaded Patrick’s body, working spices deep into the pores of his skin. As they did so Pierre was stroking and kneading Deidra.

“Oh you will make such a fine dessert Deidra, my finest dessert work ever.”

They basted Patrick’s body, put him on a tray, his legs spread to show his penis fully stiffened on the tube they had inserted the night before. Like Deidra’s tray they fastened his ankles, his wrists to opposite sides of a metal arc, displaying his rump in back. One of the female chef’s started making a stuffing mix, another a carrot with a hole through which she moved in and out a long meat thermometer as Patrick watched her. They started to stuff Patrick with stuffing mix up his anus. Deidra could see Patrick’s discomfort as they did it, his stomach starting to bulge as they filled him.

They stuffed the carrot up his ass, the meat thermometer through the hole in the carrot went up as well. They put small shallots with holes in them on his penis, seasoned Patrick’s balls, then started to season Patrick as Chef Pierre started to enter Deidra from behind. They put slices of green pepper around each of Patrick’s ears then they put some type of small screen in each of Patrick’s nostrils.

“That’s to prevent him from suffocating during the baking process. Your husband should be very much alive as he bakes for two and a half, perhaps three hours. We’ll occasionally take him out for basting to keep him juicy and tender. I’ll prepare you in front of the glass door of the oven so you may watch him bake,” he said continuing to thrust in and out of her from behind.

He rolled the cart he had her on to a preparation area directly in front of the oven in which Patrick was baking in.

“Michelle,” he said. “You forgot to put the eye solution in, we want our third course to be able to see as he cooks and not have the delicious eyes ruined.”

“So sorry Sir” said Michelle as she put on oven mitts to take out Patrick’s tray.

Patrick looked relieved as if thinking perhaps this was all some complicated jest after all. Michelle took a small bottle of some solution and put drops of a thick fluid in each of Patrick’s eyes.

He tried to struggle briefly as she told him “we want your eyes tender and juicy,” then slid him back into the oven to continue baking.

“Now madam I shall start your preparation for dessert. You can watch your husband cook, he can watch your preparation.”

He took a bottle of warm water and shot it up her vaginal hole, cleaning her after having used her. He was humming a tune, it sounded strangely like Always Look On the Bright Side of Life or Death from Monty Python’s Life Of Brian. He started by taking a bowl of white thick fluid, dipping a needle and syringe in it, filling it then injecting it into the back of her right hand. He did it so skillfully she felt little more then a pinch, no sting, no blood. She realized he didn’t wish to damage or bruise her tissue.

Filling it again he did the same lower down her upper arm, then her upper right arm, the same to her left hand. He injected each of her feet, the calves of her legs, her mid thighs, each of her buttocks, three places on her back, the back of her neck, her stomach and each side of her ribs.

He put the now empty bowl away with the needle syringe and went for another bowl with some other solution and another needle syringe. Her husband Patrick watched him doing this to her, unable to lift a finger as he cooked in the oven, she unable to help him as beads of sweat formed on his body. Chef Pierre filled the syringe from the new bowl injecting it in the left vaginal lip, another syringe filled injected into her right vaginal lip. He took a third bowl with a syringe, filling it he injected it in the upper portion of her left breast, another syringe of the liquid into her bottom left breast, the same on her right breast.

A fourth bowl was taken out with a smaller syringe which he filled, injecting it into her left nipple, and then her right nipple. A fifth bowl came out with another syringe, he injected something into her forehead, her chin, the checks of her face. A sixth bowl with a small syringe, he filled, injecting it in her upper lip, then her lower lip. He took a bowl with a syringe that had no needle, filled it and squirted the solution into each of the pupils of her eyes. She was unable to blink after that, a clear glaze of something covering each eye.

Pierre stepped back to look on her.

“Excellent, I need to fill you now.”

He took what looked like a large cake icing tube which she felt him insert into her anus. He brought over a large bowl of something cream colored that jiggled like a custard. She could see him take a hose, putting one end in the bowl, she felt him fasten the other end to the tube already inserted in her anus. Humming that Monty Python tune from The Life of Brian, he must have pushed a button for she heard a sound like a vacuum and creamy custard solution was sucked from the bowl into the hose. She felt something cold go up her anus, her intestines, something cold in her stomach as her stomach filled as if she were pregnant.

He removed the tube from her anus, stuffing a small sugary confection up her anus as a plug. Deidra heard a small ding from the oven in which her husband Patrick was baking. The woman dressed in a chef’s outfit which Pierre had addressed as Michelle earlier, put on oven’s mitts. She opened the oven taking him out and started to spray him with something. She then took a bowl of sauce which she ladled all over his body, giving him a slight respite from the oven heat. She grated fresh garlic all over him, then put Patrick back in the oven to bake as he attempted to struggle against his restraints.

Deidra could see Tom turning a shade darker as he slowly roasted outside over the low flame. He was desperately attempting to struggle as he turned slowly over the flames. People watching him cook outside only laughed, some were playing volley ball, others were wearing swim suits, wet from swimming in the pool. They looked at Tom hungrily and at Mary slow roasting over the hot coals with equal hunger.

The chef attending Mary was sprinkling her with a bottle of liquid seasoning of some sort. He finished by giving Mary’s fine meaty rump a poke with the two pronged meat fork which sent Mary into panic as she desperately struggled against her restraints. It only made people look at Mary and her husband Tom with greater hunger. Comments of this being the best feast ever came to Deidra’s ears.

Deidra’s husband Patrick was looking through the glass door of the oven as he slow cooked, watching Chef Pierre prepare his wife Deidra for the evenings dessert. Deidra could see him slightly jerk, she heard the slightest sizzle, saw pain reflected in his eyes. She could smell cooking meat, it was her friends and husband cooking for the evening meal. Chef Pierre took out a tube of something that smelled of carmel, chocolate and whipped cream with wine. He inserted it into her vaginal hole as he hummed. Squeezing the tube he filled her womb and vaginal hole with the substance.

Chef Pierre took out a small sauce pan, he put butter, sugar, a small amount of ground cloves, some rum and lightly simmered it. He added more and more sugar till it was a thick sugary paste. He took a small basting brush, dipped it into the solution and started to basted Deidra’s clitoris. She could feel the warm thick solution coat her clitoris. The solution would slowly cool as he then applied another coat and another, till her clitoris was a sugary confection. He turned to the range with another saucepan, mixing up another sugary mixture which he applied to the rest of her vagina.

“Your clitoris is mine Deidra” he smiled hungrily at her. “That and your pretty yummy head with the smooth delicate lips, the flesh of your face, your eyes, tongue and finally your brain, all mine.”

He undid her hand restraints, she found her arms, hands, fingers were now stiff. He slowly moved her arms, posing her as if she were spreading her arms, her hands with fingers spread as if she were offering herself for the feast. He stood back and looked at her after posing her, liking the effect. He turned his back on her as he started on another sugary confection on the range. Deidra could see Tom had further darkened a shade roasting over the low flames outside. His struggles were weaker as the women tending him poked him now with some force on his right thigh. Mary had turned a slight shade darker as she slow roasted over the coals, her struggles continued with great effort and no effect save to entertain those planning on consuming her.

Deidra’s husband Patrick was turning a shade darker as he baked in the oven. A ding sounded from the oven, Michelle put on the oven mitts, opened the door and slid out Patrick’s oven tray. The smell of zesty oven roasted meat was in the air, as Michelle then Pierre inhaled and commented to Patrick that he was coming along nicely. Michelle checked the meat thermometer in the carrot up Patrick’s anus.

“Very good Monsieur,” she said mockingly to him.

She sprayed him down with something, basted him with sauce, and sprinkled herbs all over him gingerly before sliding him once more into the oven to continue baking.

Chef Pierre took the new sugary confection he had made on the stove, whipped slightly with a brush. He started basting the rest of her body with it. He basted every inch of her several times till she gleamed with transparent crystal sugar, a living candied woman. He removed the apple from her mouth, she found what ever he had injected into the muscles of her face made her unable to move.

“I’ve sugarized your muscles” he told her.

He shaped her lips into a smile, brushing her lips and teeth with the sugary glaze to complete the image of a sugary women offering herself with a smile for dessert. Never mind that inside Deidra was screaming in anguish at watching her friends and husband cook to death. Never mind her physical anguish, presentation is important in the culinary arts.

Chef Pierre took out another tube of cake icing, this one he used to decorate each toe and finger. Where once there had been a toe nail or finger nail, now there was pink cake icing. He turned away to mix up something else, coloring it a red, the shade of my hair thought Deidra and she knew what he planned. She could see poor Tom had ceased his struggles, he’d lasted an hour and a half over the low flames roasting.

Mary still struggled as she slowly turned over the coals outside. Patrick still moved as he cooked, starring into his wife’s eyes as she was turned into the evenings dessert.

Pierre turned to Deidra with the whipped bowl of red icing that matched the color of her hair he’d put in a bag for a prize drawing. He took several cake icing tubes for decorating a cake with precision. He took one and started to concentrate on her pubic area, slowly creating realistic looking red pubic hairs of icing. He exhaled with pride at his workmanship and took a second tube of red icing with which he created realistic looking red hair on her now bald scalp, styling it in a flattering hair style. He created red icing eyebrows, and eye lashes. He took a small amount of simmering sugary glaze he had left over from basting her body and added red food coloring. When it matched the color of her lips he applied it in several basting coats to her lips, formed in a smile on her face. He applied some of the same red icing to her nipples and aureoles.

“I shall make you up for your final great moments madam,” he was looking upon her like a canvas, a living canvas that like all culinary works must be devoured to be appreciated.

He continued to work on her for several more hours. Mary was no longer struggling as she roasted, Patrick’s struggles were weak and he would be dead soon, Deidra felt slightly numb. Hopefully their would be no pain when they ate her for dessert.

“Finis,” Chef Pierre commented upon her. “All I have to do is inject you with the blood oxygenizing and sugaring substance before serving. You will be a fresh, lively dessert, right up till I eat your pretty face and the critical area’s of your Brian. I want you to know you will all be immortalized. I made a souvenir video of my people and I, what we did to fatten you, the recipes, us secretly weighing you, your husband Patrick, Tom and Mary. How we massaged and tenderized you, the moment we carried you all into the kitchen and all the preparation.”

“I will film the eating of all your group, the highlights, right up to my eating the last part of you in private this evening. I think I will give an after bit, interviews of diners, what they thought of the flavor of the four course meal and of course what is left of you. Who won the hair from each of you and what they did with it, what we do with the bones, nails. You Deidra, with you I will take your skull cap and make a nice decorative finger bowl, with your teeth - I will have them polished till they gleam like pearls and wear them. You should be honored, your group is the finest achievement my team and I have made in the culinary arts. Ah, of course I understand your friends, your husband and yourself don’t see it that way, such a shame.”

“I will send copies of the finished video to each of the guests, each member of my staff for their personal remembrance and of course one for myself.”

He looked at her husband Patrick, still baking in the oven.

“Still with us I see, sadly not to much longer. Sometimes we can keep them alive for eating, but not this time I think.”

He motioned for his people to get things ready. Despite the pits outside and the guests socializing outdoors, the dinner was to be served formally in the dining room. The guests all went to change into formal attire as they took Tom off the roasting spit, put him on a fine china platter, garnished him and took him out to the dinning room to be served.

Patrick was finally dead in the oven, Chef Pierre wheeled Deidra out on her serving platter into the dining hall at one end.

“I want them to anticipate dessert and this way you can see your friends meet their finest destiny before you are finally served.”

He had several syringes with needles in a bowl by her, she guessed that was the oxygenizing sugar substance to keep her alive long term as they ate her for dessert. He’d inject it just before she was served.

She watched as Tom was served, his light skin turned dark brown with sauce and seasonings, garnished with vegetables. They carved off slices of him, hungrily consuming his flesh, chatting as if he had never mattered. As if this had never been a man with a name they were eating, just a tray of meat, the first course on the menu. Mary came next, served with an apple in her mouth, garnished with pineapple, a honey glaze upon her flesh. They hungrily carved off slices of her rump, her pink thighs now golden brown. They carved slices of her breasts, nicely marbled and a cherry pinned in the tip of each nipple. Again no thought what so ever, that a beautiful woman had died a horrible agonizing death and they were eating her now.

They brought out Deidra’s own husband Patrick. She wanted to scream, to cry at what they had done to him before her eyes. She wanted to kill every one of them for his death. Her handsome Patrick, everyone had always commented on his likeness to Conan O’Brian. Now he was posed with potatoes around him, garnished with onions, that large white onion Carmelized in his mouth as he had baked alive in the oven before her eyes.

They started to carve him up before her eyes, eating him slowly, slower then Mary or Tom as they fed their hunger on the flesh of their fellow human beings.

That’s when Deidra realized, they weren’t human, not really. They were empty worthless shell’s whose only reason to exist came from stealing the joy, the life from those who had feelings. The people eating her husband had none, no love, no joy, no honor or sense of morality, they were empty of life.

Jealously they had taken the lives of her friends and husband, would take her life shortly. There was nothing she could do, they would shortly start eating her for dessert. Her death being slow, very probably painful. If there was anything she, Tom, Mary and Patrick could do after death though? If there was a heaven none of these people would get there, the four of them would be there to testify against each and everyone of them. If there was only an afterlife of souls, then they and all their past victims would be there to inflict justice on them, especially against Chef Pierre and his crew.

They had finished eating Patrick. Chef Pierre injected her in different parts of her body with Oxygenizer and sugaring substance to make her blood sweet, keeping her alive as they consumed her. He then wheeled her over to the table for the diners to claps of applause. She could see herself in a mirror, see the video camera set up to record her death as she was consumed. She looked as if she was a candy woman offering herself joyously for their eating. What did it matter what her real feelings were, she was just dessert.

Before he put her on the dinning table for others to consume, he took one of his parts. While everyone cheered him on, he lowered his head and with his tongue started to lick the sugary confection he had turned her clitoris into. Then he chewed slowly on that spot of her as inside her brain Deidra screamed in agony, the feeling of his teeth eating her womanly pearl. He straightened up, standing to present her for consumption to the other diners, stating only that the head was now his at the end of the feast. The other diners did not bother with knives and forks, she was a living repast. They used what they had naturally as she screamed inside her head, feeling their lips close on parts of her body.

They all pointed to parts they had with a ticket and started to lick, to suck, then slowly chew on her living sweetened flesh. The video camera recorded it all as Chef Pierre proudly looked on.

When there was only Deidra’s head left Chef Pierre claimed it. He put her head on a platter to carry to his quarters. Still alive, still fully aware she found herself carried to his bedroom where with a large snifter of Brandy he proceeded to eat the flesh from her face, her eyes, tongue, finally the parts of the brain that killed her. He had set up the video camera to record this as well. It was finally over for Deidra as he finished his brandy, turned off the camera and slept digesting her in his stomach.

Pierre had a love for fine sugary confections and women. What chef after all does not enjoy his or her own culinary creations?

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I don’t remember reading this story, but I enjoyed it very much. There was a very nice attention to details that I liked it (I love details), but there was also the nice presensation. Thank you.

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Thank you T’Sade. Unfortunately this forum’s length plays havoc with my stories formats.

That’s why the stories as they appear have lines with only on word and sentences skewed.

I tried and tried to get it to look right and then just gave up. Sorry.

Nothing says lovin like something from the oven.

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What format do you use? HTML? Text? The filtered HTML format should allow most HTML’s (except DIV tags). The Text Only might work properly. I want to set it up so everyone can post, so please help and I’ll make it work. :)

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I use straight text, but am uncertain how many character per line are allowed before a word is put to another line on this forum.

Nothing says lovin like something from the oven.

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Okay, I’ll fix it. Give me a day or three.

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I noticed you already fixed it, but to make your life easier next time. You can select the Paragraph Filter which automatically does paragraphs in the way you entered this story originally.

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This is one of the stories I first encountered in my early days of discovering the scene online.. and had been looking for it since.. good to revisit fond memories..