Story - THE MARKET: Susan's Mistake

[center][size=16pt]THE MARKET: Susan’s Mistake[/size][/center]

[center]By Susan Chantell[/center]

[center]NOTICE - This story is a work of fantasy fiction and is not suitable for minors nor for adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you may be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.  I’d like to thank my Role Play partner Dale, and my friend and editor Irene Delacorte[/center]

Susan looked at her reflection in her full length mirror and ran her hands down the sides of her new buckskin skirt straightening it then twirled watch her form. She was extremely pleased with how she looked and how the color of her new skirt complemented her tanned and trim legs. Her 3” pumps and soft floral silk blouse and pseudo-suede jacket completed her outfit and she was pleased to look her best. It was almost 11 o’clock and she needed to stop at Scott’s Market in town and pick up a bottle of wine before heading to her family’s party about an hour away. She was excited to be seeing her aunts and uncles again since she was their only niece and hadn’t seen them in almost a year.

She grabbed her pocketbook and car keys and headed out into the light rain running to her car. She disliked using an umbrella unless the conditions truly warranted it. She opened the door and eased her trim model-like figure into her red 2003 Mustang and stepped on the clutch and turned the key as the husky V-8 came to life.

Within 10-minutes she was rolling down Main Street. Her hometown was so quaint and she loved living there. She turned onto Chestnut and pulled into the lot at Scott’s, parking on the side of the building so she could take advantage of the building’s overhang to stay as much out of the rain and puddles.

As she entered the store she gave her shoulder length blonde hair a shake saying hello to Scott at the counter.

“Dale’s in today, and he was asking for you again,” Scott said as Susan strolled past the counter. “I think he needs help with a wine selection.”

“Oh,” Susan replied and smiled heading to the wine section at the back of the store.

Dale was fairly new to town and his path had crossed Susan’s a number of times at Scott’s and she had enjoyed chatting with him. Dale stood about 6’1” and 185 pounds with brown hair lightly graying at his temples. She enjoyed seeing him and had found him to be a little shy but that was a quality she liked in him.

As Susan rounded the end of the aisle Dale spotted the 5’6” blue-eyed blonde as though it wasn’t coincidence for him to be there. “Oh hello Susan, you look very nice for a Saturday afternoon. What’s the occasion?” while noticing her outfit a bit too dressy for the day.

“Hi Dale,” she replied in a friendly tone. “I have a family party and I have to get a bottle of wine to bring. What brings you out on the miserable rainy afternoon, town seems to be fairly quiet?”

“I’m having a group of friends over this evening for a BBQ pig roast at 4 o’clock and I needed to pick up some of the stuffing ingredients and things,” looking in his cart, “Let’s see I have salt, pepper, apple juice, butter, spices, onions and apples, stuffing mix and salad mix.

“In this rain you’re going to have a BBQ pig roast?”

“It’s supposed to clear off in the next few hours and a roasting pig in the cool air after a rain will be so great. It’ll roast about 5-6 hours and we’ll party till well past midnight. I’m expecting about 50 people and a local farm is delivering the pig in about an hour.”

“Gosh, I remember those roasts on my grandpa’s farm in Illinois as a young girl.”

“Well to be honest I was hoping you might show up here today, I’d love to have you to the roast and party. We seem to always have a nice chat here in the store and it would be a nice way to get better acquainted.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful Dale, but I have a commitment, I’m sorry.” She reached for and selected her bottle of wine, a nice Shiraz-Cabernet. “I just stopped to pick up a bottle of wine” holding it up to show him.

“Oh, that’s too bad you’re going to miss a great dinner, like nothing you ever experienced. I got from recipe from the chef at the Borgota in Atlantic City. I've been looking for a good occasion to try it out and I’m a great BBQ roasting chef. But I understand, anyway, what kind of wine do you have there, I need to get a bottle or so myself and I’m honestly lost with these selections.”

Susan stepped alongside Dale, and he picked up the intoxicating scent of her Shalimar perfume. Susan also noticed the musty scent of his cologne. Dale’s always a sharp dresser in his khaki’s, and soft blue casual shirt and windbreaker. Susan’s mind drifted thinking the old fashioned roast would be more fun than the family get together but she’d promised her aunts. Handing the wine to Dale, “It’s a shiraz-cabernet, my favorite” she said.

“Well a Shiraz it is then,” reaching over and adding a bottle to his basket, “I really appreciate your help.”

“Well enjoy the wine and your party Dale, I really have to get going.” Susan started up the aisle toward the checkout, as Dale watched her beautiful long legs intoxicating as she strides away.

“Hey Susan, are you sure you won't change your mind?” Dale injected meeting her at the checkout.

“Dale, yeah, I have to admit it sounds like a lot of fun, but I have to be at a party I’ve already committed to. I'm flattered you want me to come, but what should I tell my family?”

Turning to Scott, Susan hands him the wine.

Scott rang up her purchase and bagged it. “Be careful Sue, it’s raining a little heavier and roads may be slippery.”

“Thanks Scott, I will,” she smiled and headed for the door. “By Dale, enjoy you BBQ.”

As she walked outside the rain was coming down heavier and she waited under the building overhang hoping it would let up. A few minutes later Dale came out with his cart and plastic bags of groceries. “Wow! It’s picked up some hasn’t it?” Dale said looking at the sky.

“Yeah but it’s letting up a bit. I really need to go.” She started for her car and caught her heel in a grate and twisting her left ankle then slipped and fell. “AAAhhhhhh!”

“Oh Susan, are you alright?” Dale rushed to her side.

“Ouch! Damn It!” Sue quickly checked herself over. Her wine was intact and she had no cuts, but a run in her pantyhose, and her new skirt was soaked.

“Here, let me help you up Sue.” Dale said talking her arm. Let me help you to your car.”

Trying to put her weight on her left foot, Susan winced, “ouch ouuuuww! Dale, I can't drive it with this ankle, my car has a clutch. Give me a hand and I can call my girlfriend to get a ride back home.”

“Nonsense Sue, I'll take you home myself.”

“Looks like I’m not going to my family’s party now,” she muttered. The looking at Dale, “Oh Dale, I don’t want to be any trouble, you have guests coming.”

“Sue, it’s no trouble at all. Here let me help you.” Dale swept her effortlessly into his arms and carried her to his car, a Jaguar XLe, opening the passenger door and setting her inside.

Blushing at his chivalry, combined with her own clumsiness, “Thank you so much Dale. I'm only about 15 minutes from here, east of town.”

Dale grabs the rest of his groceries from the cart putting them in the trunk and getting in the drivers side and starting the Jag and pulling out of the parking lot and heading away from the market. Then turning west on main street and going in the opposite direction from her home.

Sue was calling her Aunt on her cell phone to tell her of her spill and that she wouldn’t be coming to the party and didn’t notice Dale going in the wrong direction. “Well that was pretty foolish of me,” looking at her ankle and realizing it wasn’t going to be a bad bruise, just painful. “I guess I'm lucky to have run into you Dale.” Then glancing around, “ah, wait a second Dale, you missed my turn, we go left back there on Main to get to my place. Where are you going? I'm the other side of town.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I need to stop by my place first before I take you home. I left something in the oven and it will be ruined if I don't go there first. You don't mind, do you?” Dale smiled and gazed at Susan’s legs, the short skirt riding way up on the seat as she attempted to pull at the hem and straighten it.

Looking out the rain spotted window, “You live over here? These homes have some nice property and they’re very private too - very nice Dale.”

“Yes, I’m in one of the older subdivisions, nice large properties and very private.” Turning down a street with no other houses and turning into a drive at the end of a cul-de-sac. “My parents left the house to me.”

“I'm sorry, have you lost your parents?”

“Yes and thank you. I've lived here by myself for the past 7 years. Come on in and get warm while I put my stuff away.” Opening the drivers side door and racing around to open Susan’s door, Dale sweeps Susan up in his arms again.

“Dale I can… okay carry me… you know a girl could get used to this treatment.”

Smiling at her, “its my pleasure,” then carrying her to the front door as the rain is stopping.

“I think you can put me down now. If you carry me through that door, it's going to look like a threshold and we just met.” She laughed and he joined in, but swept her through the doorway anyway.

“Okay Dale, now please will you put me down, I'm a big girl. You’re going a little far,” a hint of nervousness in her voice

Once in the kitchen Dale set Susan down on the kitchen island. “There we are we’re finally here,” he said.

“Good, now please let me sit down for a few minutes while you take care of your cooking,” Susan said while getting off the counter and taking a chair. “Wow this kitchen is huge Dale,” but not smelling anything cooking, “I thought you said the oven was on.”

Seeing Sue on the chair Dale walked over to her and helped her to her feet and lifted her back onto the counter, “Sue, I’d really prefer you to sit on the counter if you don't mind.”

“Dale, I'm perfectly fine really, my ankle's going to be ok,” she said trying to smile. “I just need you to get me back home before your party so I can get some dry clothes. Do what you need to do so you can drive me back,” playfully pushing and turning him toward the door, “go get the groceries and we can get going.”

“Thank you,” he said, “it’s just so much easier to prepare dinner from this counter top than from that chair over there.” Dale opened a drawer beside Susan’s leg and pulled out a length of cooking twine.

“Ummm, what’s that for?” she asked, puzzled.

Ignoring her question he continued, “You know Susan, I thought for a while that I wasn't going to get you here this evening at all, and that would have been quite a shame,” pulling the cooking twine and cutting off several lengths. “After all, I'd made all these plans for a nice BBQ this evening. I even bought all the ingredients for a nice stuffing and seasoning,” he continued. “You know the first time that I saw you?”

“No I don't, tell me,” she asked lightly.

Well, I saw you shopping there in the same market we were at today. You had on that short red dress and heels that you like to wear. I knew when I saw you that I wanted you over for a BBQ really soon.”

“Oh, that’s sweet Dale,” she said cooing, “so what was it about me that you found so attractive.”

“Oh,” looking down at her legs, “those long legs of yours just set my mouth to watering the first time you walked by,” he blushed.

Susan blushed as well and she became nervous inside but didn’t want to show it.

Dale walked around the counter behind Susan, more confidence in his voice now, “and the way that tight skirt hugged your hips. Well, I just knew then that I had to find a way to get you into my kitchen.”

“Ah, Dale listen, I really need you to get me back to my condo so I can get changed,” jumping off the counter again and grabbing my pocketbook then starting to walk across the kitchen, pausing and saying, “so can we go please.”

“Oh, Susan, what happened to your ankle? It seems much better now, doesn't it?” he said darting quickly around and pushing the door closed.

“Yeah, it was twisted a little and it's still sore but it’s no big deal, I'll be fine. HEY! What's the idea?” Susan asked becoming visibly nervous and a tinge of anger

“You really mustn't leave yet. I insist that you stay for the pig roast!” He grab her soft shoulders and spun her around sliding his hand down her arm and twisting her wrist behind her back, while taking her purse and tossing it aside. Then grabbing her other wrist and pulling it behind her all in a skillfully practiced swift motion.

“HEY LISTEN TO ME, you invited me to this roast and I said yes when I wasn't able to go to the other party but there's no cause for this now, LET ME GO!” She said angrily, twisting hard away pulling her arms free and darting around the kitchen island. “What are you!? You give me this line to lure me here. What do you want?”

Susan watched Dale carefully, trying desperately to figure a way out. She knew she couldn’t out run him and he was certainly stronger that her.

Dale eyes seemed to change as he laughed, “Why Susan, haven't you figured it out yet? I bought the seasonings and the stuffing at the market. The only thing missing for the BBQ is the MEAT. That’s why I needed you here today.”

“Ok, you're waiting for someone to deliver you the pig. You don't need me to wait for that delivery.”

Dale leaned quickly across the counter trying to grab her blouse but his finger tips brushed her jacket instead.

“AAAHHHH” she yelled backing away and racing around the other side of the island to get away from him and racing for the front.

Dale managed to corral her with a strong arm around here trim waist, bending her over. He lifted her off her feet, her legs kicking and her shoes falling off her feet while trying to pull his hands from her waist

“God damn you Dale, put me down!”

“Well, well it looks like I won't be needing a pig delivered after all,” carrying her back to the kitchen and tossing her hard onto the counter top this time knocking her breath out of her, as she hit her head on the hard granite counter and lost consciousness.

Seizing the opportunity he positioned Susan’s limp body on the counter top and proceeded to tie her wrists and ankles to four D rings mounted on the underside lips of the granite. He then tested each knot to make sure it was tight and secure.

“ooooohhhh ouch uummmm,” Susan started to come around and tried to move her arms and then her legs realizing she was tied. She groggily opened her eyes squinting to focus “what are you do-do-doing, OH GOD NO! Let me out of here! Untie me!” Struggling at her ties.

“Welcome back, my dear Susan,” Dale said while testing the cords around each wrist and leg, making sure she was unable to escape. Then smiling, “I’ll be back let me go get the bag from the market, including the wine you bought, then I'll be back to start dinner.”

Susan lay on the counter top struggling “Oh Christ, what is happening here, I have to get out of this. How could I have been so stupid? Now I'm going to be raped. Damn it.” She cursed herself and her own carelessness and stupidity.

Dale returned a few minutes later with the groceries and carefully took his time emptying the bag and folding it up and putting it away. Then he took out a large mixing bowl and apron while he whistled his way around his expansive kitchen.

Susan watched him and pleaded, “Dale, come on please, untie me, and we'll forget this happened.”

“Oh my dear, I'm not at all interested in forgetting this evening. In fact, I sincerely hope it’s a most memorable one by the time it’s over.”

Desperately trying to calm herself, Susan tried to gather herself taking a deep breath and she softened her voice that was now starting to tremble, “Just how are you going to explain to your guests that I'm tied to your countertop? They should be arriving within the hour from what you told me.”

“Oh that! You see, there were a few liberties that I took when I told you about the BBQ tonight,” he paused, “there's no one else that I invited but you.” He said now running his had up her legs caressing her calves and thighs.

Susan’s features turned to a look of total bewilderment, “What?” Her mind racing, “oh God Susan, be calm you can talk yourself out of this rape.”

“Yes Susan, I didn't think you would come if you knew that you were going to be the guest of honor tonight.” Reaching the hem of her skirt and pulling it up, while reaching into a side drawer and pulling out a large pair of scissors.

She took a deep breath, “Dale, okay, let’s talk ok? What do you mean guest of honor if I'm the only one invited?” Then watching the scissors “oh please no, no.” then to herself closing her eyes, “God no, I'm going to be stripped by this crazed maniac.”

Dale acted partially as though Susan wasn’t lying there and pleading he tested the scissors a few times in the air then proceeded, cutting away her buckskin colored skirt, shearing the fabric from the hem to her narrow waist.

“NO, NO, NO STOP IT! PLEASE STOP IT!”

Ignoring her pleas he continued until the skirt is loose, then lifting her firm but soft hips and slid it off. “You've been to several pig roasts before, haven't you Susan?,” while calmly folding the skirt and placing it on the chair. He continued to proceeded cutting off her jacket, “Well…what is typically done to the meat to prepare it for cooking?” As he started pulling the jacket pieces from her body all the time carrying on the conversation as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

“Oh God, is this a riddle before you fuck me Dale or what - I don't know. The pig was always on the spit and over the fire went we got there. Come on now please stop there's still time and we can forget all of this.”

He tossed the remains of her jacket on top her skirt, then pausing to admire her body, her chest heaving, and naked except for blouse and white silk panties and panty hose. Susan pulled at her restraints but it was futile.

He began unbuttoning her blouse, “Come on Susan, you're a smart girl. I thought you would have figured this out by now. I bought the stuffing and seasonings, but no meat,

Susan’s anger was starting to build at his too easy going confidence as was her fear, “What am I to figure out. You lured me here for cheap sex and to rape me, you bastard. UNTIE ME!”

Laughing as he pulled her blouse open, “Really? Sex? Rape? come on, you can do better than that.”

Susan’s soft blue eye’s focused on his eyes now looking hungrily at her, “Oh my God, no!” her eye’s widened in shock at the prospect.

“Ahhh Ha,” Dale cut her blouse away, “I thought you'd put 2 and 2 together by now.”

“No, no you can't be that crazy!”

Lift her head and shoulders and sliding the remains of her patterned blouse out from under her and tossing it aside.

“There i-i-isn't any p-pig is th-there?” she shivered as fear began to mount, but too frightened to say the words in her head.

Moving down he slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her panty hose and slowly slid them down her hips and sliky legs, then pausing to stare at her tiny thong barely covering her mound…

Well Susan, in a manner of speaking this is a pig roast and I must say I hit the jackpot this time, you have the finest looking fillet I've ever seen on a long pig.

Susan’s head fell back onto the granite counter her eye's wide open and staring at the ceiling her mouth open, in near shock and speechless as he continued to cut away the last remains of her clothes. Hearing long pig she closed her eyes tightly as tears begin to flow silently down her cheeks.

Dale continued cutting away her thong and then slipping the blades of the scissors between her beautiful breasts and cutting through the fabric of her bra, freeing her 36C breasts and now revealing her complete and totally flawless complexion.

Susan’s lips were quivering. She tried to clench my teeth but they were chattering. She bit hard on her lower lip and two small puddles of tears formed on the counter on each side of her face. The thought was settling into her conscious mind she was going to me murdered. She screamed surprising and momentarily shaking Dale, “”AAAAAHHH NO! NO! NO, NO,” violently shaking her head and tugging at my bounds

Dale grabbed her head in one large hand and turned it roughly toward him, her eyes now red in terror. Fear splashed across her delicate features.

“Hold still, Meat.” The look in his eyes was hard while his hand squeezed her neck, a look of pure hunger and determination behind his eyes. “I've still got preparation to do and I wouldn't want you damaging the best cuts before I've carved you.”

Silently as though barely comprehending those words, her crystal blue eyes stared blankly back at Dale.

“There are lots of ways that you can be prepared, and believe me, I've done them all. If you want to struggle, the pain I can inflict to make you stop is more than you want to find out.”

Her crying became louder hearing his words but the fear of her death overcomes her.

“There…that's better. Let’s get you prepared for the spit.”

“No, no please,” trying to gather something of herself, “please tell me why, why are you doing this?” gasping for her breath between sobs.

“Why? Well mostly because I really like the taste of long pig. I got my first taste when I was in the service in the Philippines and I've been hooked ever since,”

Barely audible through her sobs, “and you're going to murder me and ro-roast and me-e-e—-eat me. Oh God help!”

Cupping her right breast, “Mmmm very nice, I normally cook the nipples right over the fire as an appetizer,” smiling at her. “But dear, you’ve got the order all wrong. Yes, that’s what I’ll do to you.” Sliding his hand down her side across her flat stomach to her pussy. Then spreading her lips and slipping two fingers inside her and squeezing her between his thumb and his fingers. He muscles defied her will and contracted. “While I'm testing your pussy’s tenderness, you'll still be alive when you go over the fire, and if you’re lucky, you’ll last maybe 20 minutes before succumbing. And dear Susan, you have the best roasting pussy I've ever seen on a long pig. I call that your Fillet because it cooks up so tender and juicy.” Pausing to enjoy the feeling of her, “Oh, and since you’ll still be alive on the spit. It really does enhance the flavor and tenderness of your flesh.”

“You mean you’re not going to kill me first? You're going to tie me to a spit and roast me, ALIVE?”

“Well, you're close again.” Dale walked over to the counter and finished mixing the ingredients he bought at the market. Then bringing the bowl over stirring it as it approach her. This is a stuffing mix for pork tenderloin. The recipe says it serves 6 or 8 but it should be enough stuffing for you, setting the bowl on the counter beside her nude body.

Then preparing a hypodermic needle and jabbing it into Susan’s left thigh as she screamed. “Oh relax dear, this is a stimulant that will help keep you alive as I remove your not so essential organs.” Dale opened the counter draw and took out a large butcher knife, testing its edge with his thumb….”and no, you won’t be TIED to the spit.”

Susan’s eyes became transfixed on the blade, “NO OH DALE PLEASSE NO NO!”

He placed his hand in the middle of her lightly resting on her left breast while raising the knife. “Now hold still…this will probably sting a lot.”

“NO, NO, I DON'T WANT TO DIE, NO NOT THIS WAY NO!”

Dale pressed the tip of the knife into her tender flesh just beIow her sternum watching the blade cut into the perfect tapestry of her skin and a bright crimson trail following the path of the blade as it pressed deeper.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

The knife sliced easily through her tender skin as he cut a downward smooth long practiced stroke, watching her abdomen split open, carving to the top of her mound.

Susan’s body convulsed as she opened her eyes to see a bright crimson trail oozing over her body. The shock numbing her, but the stimulant kept her conscious and aware. Her screams began to subside.

Time was now of the essence as Dale moved quickly scooping out her insides pulling and slicing each organ and tossing them into a large bucket. Satisfied that she was still breathing he quickly rinsed out her insides, “There now dear, that's done, its time to stuff this long pig,” as he started s rub salt and pepper inside her and scoop the prepared mix into her body. Her labored breathes caused her breasts to rise and fall as her entire body trembled in spasms.

Susan uttered in barely a whisper “oh god almighty, I'm dead. No, please say it isn't happening no no…..”

“I've really been looking forward to trying this recipe Susan. It sounds so wonderful….”

Staring at the ceiling Susan could clearly hear and understand what is happening to her. The bowl emptied Dale began to pull her skin back and stitch her body closed over the stuffing. “The apples, cinnamon, and onions should add a nice flavor to the stuffing, and they will cook nicely inside of you.” He then began coating her entire body in rich warmed melted butter massaging every inch of her soft and subtle skin.

Susan again slowly opened her eyes this time with immense hatred gazing at her murderer.

“Ahhh, I see that you are still with me,” he said holding up a glass of Susan’s wine. “I'm glad you suggested this, it has a wonderful bouquet, I'm going to use it for the marinade. I added it to the mixture on the stove and just getting it good and warm.”

Susan coughed her eyes blinked, the stimulant was keeping her alive tough she should have already been dead, “please kill me quickly, please Dale, oh god please, I’m cold.”

Dale used a basting brush and stirred the marinade, then began brushing it over her shoulders, breasts, lingering on each nipple, “I certainly don't want those delectable tidbits to burn.” Then brushing across her ribs, belly, arms, legs, and generously lathering her pussy inside and out. It had a warm, spicy smell, and it warmed and somehow Susan found it comforting.

He finally took a basting syringe filled with marinade and spread her vaginal lips, sliding it deep inside her and squeezing. She felt the warm marinade bubbling up inside her body. “This will make your fillet cook up nice and juicy.”

Now Susan, it’s time, the grill is waiting. Dale opened the pantry and took out a shinning silver metal spit.

Her eyes followed him “oh God, I'll be tied to a spit and cooked.” She closed her eyes hoping to suffer an arrest and die.

Dale walked back towards her using the butter to grease the point of the spit and then stood at the end of the counter between her outstretched legs. “It’s time to get you on the spit, Susan. Unfortunately, tying doesn't work well. That's why you never see a pig tied to the spit.” His tone was so smooth as though he was conducting a casual conversation.

Her eye’s told Dale she was drifting in and out of consciousness. She’s be dead within the next hour or two. Not watching, but anticipating her fate and Dales next step her eye’s stared at the ceiling but she muttered, “Oh nnnnoooooo no no please not that, no.”

He used both hands and guided the greased point of the spit into her opened vagina.

“Oh no, not through me please oh,” feeling the foreign object enter and begin to slide smoothly into her body.

Dale watched in fascination, this was his favorite part, and it aroused him the most as he slowly pressed the spit into her vagina watching it slide and disappear deeper through her body like a huge cock, ignoring the occasional whimper and squeal from his long pig. Occasionally he’d hit a minor obstruction then twisting and allowing the spit to bore and cut its way through her.

Susan grimaced in pain as her body arched and stiffened as the 2” diameter rod coursed through her. Blood filled her cavities and warmed her as her muscles spasmed around the rod.

Dale stopped talking, now concentrating on his work and guiding the spit carefully through her gutted and stuffed body then her chest, not wanting to pierce heart or lungs. He continued relentlessly pushed until he saw the bulge at the base of her throat. “Ah Susan, there we go,” smiling until it slipped out of her mouth as her teeth grazed the rod sliding between her lips.

Her eyes displayed astonishment as the spit slid out of between her lips.

Dale untied her wrists and ankles and secured her firmly to the roasting rod carefully rolling her body onto her stomach on the counter top.

Then inserting the anal post onto the spit and driving the point into her body as a painful moan escaped her throat. He seemed to enjoy watching her shudder for the final time. Now he moved her onto a cart and rolled her outside to the huge rotisserie grill.

The late afternoon air had that freshness of a clearing rain and a scent filled the air that was always Susan’s favorite time of the spring. A time that she always enjoyed being outside and taking a walk, the lighting of the late afternoon was always special to her as nature refreshed herself and flowers blossomed, and everything appeared greener.

Now she was slowly dying as the light in her crystal blue eyes faded as she watched the steam rise and the flames leaping from the fire, unable to divert her gaze from them.

“See Susan, it’s just as I promised. You’re the guest of honor at a fabulous BBQ,” he laughed, carefully moving the spit and balancing her while placing her over the grill, as each end of the spit slipped into its preset notch.

The marinade from her breasts dripped sizzling on the coals as the flames leaped and licked her body kissing her skin like warm fingers. Slowly, Susan closed her eyes for the last time in her life. She heard the hum of the motor start and she began to slowly rotate as her tears began to sizzle on her cheeks, her mind recalling fleeting memories of friends and happy times.

Dale tended to her as she slow cooked, basting her entire body and paying particular attention to her pussy filet, breasts, rump and thighs as he enjoyed watching the curves of her body turn a golden brown as she rotated over the fire. Within a few hours a wonderful aroma of BBQing meat began to fill the evening air.

The final sounds of hum of the motor reached her ears heard only deep in her brain as the bubbling of her skin as her internal body temperature rise, her brain final shut down giving her peace and complete death engulfed her.

In the next half hour Dale sliced off her nipples that came free so easily. He was a master chef. He popped them in his mouth savoring how delicious she was. “Ummmm Oh, you couldn’t be any more perfect.!” He said, easily chewing and savoring the taste as he smiled and her juices ran down his chin. “You cannot imagine how much I’m going to enjoy eating you.”

After nearly 5 hours over the flames, Dale moved her now golden and steaming body back to the cart. Then taking a butcher knife and fork he carefully pierced and removed her pussy from her body, placing the succulent meat on a plate. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat down at his outside table gazing out over his property that looked so fresh and green in the evening light after the rain. The aroma of her juices streaming down her legs as her meat cooled on the cart.

Meanwhile, Scott was just closing up his market on Chestnut Street and he too sensed the crisp fresh air. Then he noticed lying near a storm drain a ring of keys. He bent and picked them up looking at them and wondering, “Now why would someone drop and leave their keys?” He pressed a button on the key fob and the horn beeped and lights flashed on a red Mustang parked next to the building. He cocked his head in puzzlement. “That’s Susan’s car, and this isn’t at all like her.” He reached for his cell phone on his side and dialed the local police.

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