Master’s tastes have been getting a bit more extreme…
I think the hunting games have affected him more than he lets on.
Lately he’s been telling me how good I look, how tasty I am. He’s been pinching my thighs and waist. Telling me that I was to skinny and needed to eat more, that I’d fill out so nicely. I was really starting to fear for my own skin but… Master told me to go find a girl that matched what he was looking for.
A woman who was young, plump in all the right places, and who would cook well and be tasty.
Well, I did my best. I met a girl named Stephanie. She was pretty, vegan, kinda bitchy and annoying and someone I don’t think I’d really miss and I enjoyed the ironic yet morbid humor of what my plans were with her.
We had met online on a site for prospective models, her posts were desperate and she promised she would do anything as long as it was a paid gig. So of course I sent her an e-mail. I promised her an upfront pay of 200$ for just an interview, a view of her naked, and the discussion of the fetish material we’d be producing.
She took up that offer right away and was soon knocking on our door. Wearing much to much makeup and perfume. I smiled and invited her in, showed her the $200 I had with me and explained if she was selected and pictures were taken that we would pay her another $800 and I could see her excitement. So I took her to the basement and showed her the cage that my Master had purchased and informed her that many of the pictures would be taken in this and to get in so we could see if it was comfortable.
She was so giddy she didn’t take a second thought before she stepped into the cage and I closed the door. The lock falling into place. She looked at me confused and hurt. “What are you doing?”
I smiled sweetly. “Oh, it’s nothing this is just part of it. Strip for me while I get the camera to take some test shots. I have to get some of these to show my boss, and if you want the other $800 it’s a requirement.” she still looked worried but did as asked. I turned from her going through a bag before I came back, shooting her through the bars with the taser I had pulled from the bag.
She fell to the floor, twitching uncontrollably and pissing herself… It was pathetic.
Now the real work began though. I took a syringe from the bag, injecting her with a simple drug to keep her asleep while I worked. Based on the reviews online on petmed it didn’t affect the meat of food stock and helped to create a more humane slaughter and a softer more tender meat.
Dragging her out of the cage I got to work, putting an enema bag with a saline solution up her bag I let it drain into her, watching her stomach expand as I worked on shaving the limp doll like body of all it’s hair. Not missing any strand. Even removing her eyelashes and eyebrows as well as the long brown hair on top of her head. When that was done I pulled the enema needle from her ass, knowing she had already pissed made this step easier. I pushed on her stomach, pushing out all the salt water and shit onto the concrete floor. Then, I hosed her off. Using a stone and soap I exfoliated all the top layer of skin off leaving her smooth, shiny, and pink.
Now was the real hard part, dragging all that dead weight upstairs. Master had purchased a special pan for roasting women like this, and a spit. He totally redid our kitchen and I feel that with the work that went into it I wanted to surprise him. So I took the spit off of the open faced stone oven and used metal wire to tie her wrists, neck, ankles, hips, and chest to the spike before I began preparing her.
I put an apple in her mouth, securing it with another wire around her head to hold the apple gag in place. Then I took spices, pineapple, soy and sesame oil, onions, and celery and stuffed her pussy full until no more would fit inside of her. Then did the same with her ass. Making sure she was fully stuffed of all these yummy things before I prepared her skin.
Taking a sharp paring knife I scored her skin. Making her covered in long X’s that would cook her skin into a rind while allowing the extra fat to drip off and leaving her meat moist and tender.
Cleaning up the blood as best as I could before I took the seasoned oil we’d prepared with basil, garlic, oregano and a few other choice things covering her from head to toe with this oil.
She was starting to wake up, and I could hear the door close as Master came in. He grinned widely even as she began to cry, scream, and realize every cut was burning with oil and salt.
“Master… Will you help me put her over the fire?” I asked, my cheeks flushing at his pleasure. He was more than happy to help me and we watched together as she spun over and over, the fire licking at her flesh. Curling her skin. And eventually she stopped struggling and I have to admit… She didn’t smell half bad.
I love working for my Daddy.
