by ExecChef
Chapter 1
“Welcome aboard, Miss Corbin! Let’s take a walk over to HR and get you set up.”
Travis Osterman, the Vice President of an engineering firm in New York City, had just hired 24 year old Sarah Corbin to fill the open drafter position. Sarah had aced the interview.
She graduated from Penn State University in May 2010 with Bachelors Degrees in Geography and Studio Art. After graduation she moved back to Long Island with her parents and worked a low paying job for the local Parks Department. Despite the poor salary, she saved enough money over time to rent a small studio apartment in Brooklyn where since January she had lived alone.
Today, she could not be more excited for this new opportunity at the engineering firm. She was finally starting a real career and the pay raise was exceptional. She had her picture taken for her file and began filling out the HR paperwork and tax forms.
While she did her paperwork, Travis hung around and eyed her lustfully. She was not a knockout by any means – would not win a beauty pageant – but she was nevertheless a good looking “girl next door” type with a nice body. She was a white brunette, stood about 5’4” tall and weighed around 135 pounds.
Travis was 51 years old but kept himself in great shape. He was very charismatic and successful but he was very busy at work and that was a big reason why he never married. He also had a dark secret that only two people in his life knew about. Simply put, he enjoyed fantasizing about torturing young women. He continued to watch Sarah Corbin will out her paperwork. He knew that he would be jerking off while thinking about her later tonight.
During the interview 20 minutes earlier, he observed that she was smart, confident, and had a sexy sassiness about her. He wondered what she would look like naked, hogtied, and at his mercy. He would do very violent things to her.
They shook hands one more time and he walked her out. She would start the following Monday. Sarah, on her way to the train, called her parents and told them the great news. She couldn’t wait to tell her friends and celebrate the start of her new career.
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Saturday July 11, 2015
The court clerk for the small Upstate NY town was making a copy of the marriage license. Her assistant came up behind her and whispered; “Those two look like they could have starred in The Hills Have Eyes.”
She wasn’t kidding. She gave the marriage license to the newly wedded couple which concluded the brief court house ceremony. Stan Krieger was the groom. He was 46 years old, stood 6’5” and was a burly 270 pounds. He had a full beard and a balding head. He was a frightening looking ogre. The bride, Kristen Schulz was no better. She was 42, stood 6’3” and weighed 230 pounds. She had a receding hairline and looked like she could play linebacker for a football team.
They were perfect for each other. They were both of German descent and they met on an adult BDSM fetish website in 2013. As they exchanged messages they discovered that they had a lot in common, including a foot fetish and the enjoyment of fantasizing about cannibalizing an unwilling woman.
In January 2014, Kristen flew from German to New York to meet Stan. Despite the looks, the chemistry was there and they fell in love. Their shared dark desires overshadowed their lack of physical attractiveness. That summer she took care of all of the paperwork and was allowed to immigrate legally to the United States.
She moved in to Stan’s house in a remote, quiet, heavily wooded area in Upstate, NY. It was a spacious, very private home and the nearest neighbor was a little over a mile away. Stan did not work. When he was 25, he was driving home and a drunk driver plowed into his car leaving him critically injured. Though he survived, he walked with a permanent limp and had a long, deep scar on his neck which forced him to grow the beard. As a result of the accident, he received a large settlement when he sued the drunk driver, so he was very well off financially.
When she moved in, they wanted to get married. They were incredibly devoted to each other and talked about everything, including their fantasies. With such a strong allegiance to each other, they didn’t have much else to live for. So about a month before their wedding they agreed that they would do it. They were all in on cannibalizing a woman. They talked about what they would need and started to make some purchases.
Travis Osterman was the other person at the wedding. Though his fantasies centered around torture, they were vivid and that led him to communicate with Stan on the same website. They soon realized that they lived close to each other so they met several times and became friends.
“Congratulations you two freaks! Seriously though, happy for you two. All the best.”
They all hugged and the newly married couple invited Travis over to their house to celebrate.
“We have a proposition that you might be interested in,” Stan said.
Chapter 2
Meanwhile, in New York City, Sarah took a picture of her frozen margarita, uploaded it to her Facebook page and started drinking it. She loved Saturday daytime drinking during the summer so she met her life long friend Abby at a Manhattan bar/restaurant and they were lucky to get an outdoor table. It was Abby's birthday so they were having a girls' day to celebrate and blow off some steam.
"Do you ever, like, I dunno, wish your fingers were longer? I think about that more than I'd like to admit," Sarah said.
"Stop trying to change the fucking subject! Did you fuck him or not?"
"Noooo. Actually, the whole night was a total bore but thanks anyway. Really, I'm OK. I don't think I'm ready to date again yet. Work has been so busy."
"Yeah? Still going good?"
"Ya, I mean, drawings drawings and more drawings."
"I knew that art degree from Penn State would pay off!"
"Shut UP!"
"I know I know. I'm glad it's working out, but I do want you to get back on the horse. You are way too much of a babe to be on the market. I can vouch for Match.com!"
Sarah was still hurting after the nasty break up with her boyfriend four months ago. He had been caught red handed and admitted to cheating on her. Abby, referencing her current relationship, had met her boyfriend on Match.com.
Meanwhile, in New York City, Sarah took a picture of her frozen margarita, uploaded it to her Facebook page and started drinking it. She loved Saturday daytime drinking during the summer so she met her life long friend Abby at a Manhattan bar/restaurant and they were lucky to get an outdoor table. It was Abby's birthday so they were having a girls' day to celebrate and blow off some steam.
"Do you ever, like, I dunno, wish your fingers were longer? I think about that more than I'd like to admit," Sarah said.
"Stop trying to change the fucking subject! Did you fuck him or not?"
"Noooo. Actually, the whole night was a total bore but thanks anyway. Really, I'm OK. I don't think I'm ready to date again yet. Work has been so busy."
"Yeah? Still going good?"
"Ya, I mean, drawings drawings and more drawings."
"I knew that art degree from Penn State would pay off!"
"Shut UP!"
"I know I know. I'm glad it's working out, but I do want you to get back on the horse. You are way too much of a babe to be on the market. I can vouch for Match.com!"
Sarah was still hurting after the nasty break up with her boyfriend four months ago. He had been caught red handed and admitted to cheating on her. Abby, referencing her current relationship, had met her boyfriend on Match.com.
"I told you Abs. When things settle down at work."
Just then, two unattractive men in their 30s pulled up chairs next to the girls and provided them with their next round of drinks. The girls wanted nothing to do with them but they accepted the drinks and pretended to be entertained. One of them ended up asking for Sarah for her phone number and she gave him a fake one.
"I'll call you later doll."
The men left them alone after 30 minutes and he girls shared a laugh about Sarah giving a fake number. They agreed to get out of there and go to their next spot. Sarah typed a comment under the margarita photo and they left for their next destination.
Just then, two unattractive men in their 30s pulled up chairs next to the girls and provided them with their next round of drinks. The girls wanted nothing to do with them but they accepted the drinks and pretended to be entertained. One of them ended up asking for Sarah for her phone number and she gave him a fake one.
"I'll call you later doll."
The men left them alone after 30 minutes and he girls shared a laugh about Sarah giving a fake number. They agreed to get out of there and go to their next spot. Sarah typed a comment under the margarita photo and they left for their next destination.
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"I see you've done a lot to the place. Where the fuck did you get that oven? My God!" Travis said.
"It cost a hell of a lot of money, but it's worth it. And since you mentioned the oven, Kris and I want to talk to you about something."
"Right, the proposition," Travis remembered.
Stan grabbed a beer for Travis and the three of them sat in the living room. Stan started;
"Travis, you know me and Kris ain't got much to live for except each other. We know that you would never go to the cops with what we are about to tell you even if you completely disapprove, but we wanted to invite you just in case you wanted to take part. Lord knows we could use your help."
"Okay, you're right. I would never go to the cops."
"It cost a hell of a lot of money, but it's worth it. And since you mentioned the oven, Kris and I want to talk to you about something."
"Right, the proposition," Travis remembered.
Stan grabbed a beer for Travis and the three of them sat in the living room. Stan started;
"Travis, you know me and Kris ain't got much to live for except each other. We know that you would never go to the cops with what we are about to tell you even if you completely disapprove, but we wanted to invite you just in case you wanted to take part. Lord knows we could use your help."
"Okay, you're right. I would never go to the cops."
"You know about my fantasy and you know Kristen's......"
Travis cut him off; "Are you wanting to do what I think you want to do? Are you sure?"
Stan and Kristen held hands and Kristen took a turn speaking; "We have a deep passion for each other and our desires. And yes, we are sure. We are serious. We want to cannibalize a woman."
Stan added; "That's what the oven is for."
Travis responded; "Okay, well you know I'm not in any way into cooking and eating human flesh, so why am I being invited?"
"Well, you have your fantasies and you would be able to have your fun too. We decided to to this about a month ago. We started goin' out and trying to find a girl we'd want to cook and eat. We don't want no fuckin' whore or stripper. We want a good, healthy young woman."
Stan opened up the picture folder on his phone and continued; "Kris and I have driven around here and driven all the way into the city. We walk around, ride the buses and trains and all that. We pick out a girl we like and follow her. We have a few addresses and there is one we really, really like. That one there, the brunette. She's a college student in Manhattan. The problem is there are so many cameras all over the place, it would be damn near impossible to grab her."
"Yeah, I do know that. A street abduction would be incredibly risky and not for nothing, but you two would have a hard time luring a girl into a trap. You kind of stick out."
"Thanks for that, but you are right. So with all of that considered, I recall you on several occasions talking quite fondly about one of your employees that you would love to torture."
Travis' dick got hard and for the first time he was seriously thinking about accepting their invitation; "Sarah Corbin....."
Travis cut him off; "Are you wanting to do what I think you want to do? Are you sure?"
Stan and Kristen held hands and Kristen took a turn speaking; "We have a deep passion for each other and our desires. And yes, we are sure. We are serious. We want to cannibalize a woman."
Stan added; "That's what the oven is for."
Travis responded; "Okay, well you know I'm not in any way into cooking and eating human flesh, so why am I being invited?"
"Well, you have your fantasies and you would be able to have your fun too. We decided to to this about a month ago. We started goin' out and trying to find a girl we'd want to cook and eat. We don't want no fuckin' whore or stripper. We want a good, healthy young woman."
Stan opened up the picture folder on his phone and continued; "Kris and I have driven around here and driven all the way into the city. We walk around, ride the buses and trains and all that. We pick out a girl we like and follow her. We have a few addresses and there is one we really, really like. That one there, the brunette. She's a college student in Manhattan. The problem is there are so many cameras all over the place, it would be damn near impossible to grab her."
"Yeah, I do know that. A street abduction would be incredibly risky and not for nothing, but you two would have a hard time luring a girl into a trap. You kind of stick out."
"Thanks for that, but you are right. So with all of that considered, I recall you on several occasions talking quite fondly about one of your employees that you would love to torture."
Travis' dick got hard and for the first time he was seriously thinking about accepting their invitation; "Sarah Corbin....."
Chapter 3
They continued their conversation in Stan's house; "What's your relationship with her like? Does she trust you? If we came up with some way to get her here on her own free will, could you?" Stan inquired.
"Well, the relationship is professional but we get along just fine. I have to say though, I really need to think about this. She is a great worker and a very reliable asset for the company. Don't get me wrong, I've tortured her over and over in my head...."
"And if you get here here, you can ACTUALLY torture her," Kristen interjected. "You can have the first crack at her, but you can't kill her. That would be for us. Grow a set! When she is gone, replace her."
"Yeah? And if we get caught? Are you prepared to spend the rest of your life in prison?
Stan responded; "The idea is we don't get caught. We have plenty of time to plan this perfectly so we avoid detection. We won't get caught."
Kristen asked; "How about pictures of Sarah? I want to see her before we commit to her."
Travis told Kristen that they can see her pictures on Facebook so she provided him with their laptop. He logged in, typed "Sarah Corbin" in the search bar and handed the computer back to them. They clicked through her pictures, the first one was from 40 minutes earlier. It was a picture of a frozen margarita with a comment from Sarah: "This was 20 minutes before a couple of schleps ruined our girls day." They continued on, browsing photos. Kristen liked what she saw and asked, "What is her personality like?"
"Feisty and sassy. A bit of a tomboy. You can see the sassiness in her pictures. Very smart, driven, motivated. Single for about 3 or 4 months now."
There were some good pictures of her in a bikini, and a lot of her in bars.
"She likes to party too," Stan observed.
They were also happy that there were decent shots of Sarah's feet in flip flops.
"She looks delicious Travis. Great body, great feet, looks like no tattoos. A good, healthy, Grade A girl. But we want to see her in person too. If you are serious, get us her address so we can follow her sometime," Stan said.
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Monday July 13, 2015
Sarah's alarm woke her up at 6:45 am. She groaned as it was the start of another work week. She got out of bed, stretched, then made her way to the kitchen where she poured a glass of Sprite and ate a granola bar. Then she checked her e-mail and paid her monthly student loan before hopping in the shower.
She got dressed in her business attire, grabbed her purse and put her earphones in. Her playlist, an array of rock music was on shuffle and the first song of the week was "House of the Rising Sun." She boarded the subway, found a seat and checked her Facebook page on her phone while the music was still going in her ears. After the 40 minute ride she got off and bought a cup of coffee at Starbucks before arriving at her Manhattan office building. She passed Travis in the hallway on her way to her desk.
"Good morning Travis."
"Mornin'. How was your weekend?"
"Good, low key. Yours?"
"Same, just relaxed. Talk to you later."
Sarah's alarm woke her up at 6:45 am. She groaned as it was the start of another work week. She got out of bed, stretched, then made her way to the kitchen where she poured a glass of Sprite and ate a granola bar. Then she checked her e-mail and paid her monthly student loan before hopping in the shower.
She got dressed in her business attire, grabbed her purse and put her earphones in. Her playlist, an array of rock music was on shuffle and the first song of the week was "House of the Rising Sun." She boarded the subway, found a seat and checked her Facebook page on her phone while the music was still going in her ears. After the 40 minute ride she got off and bought a cup of coffee at Starbucks before arriving at her Manhattan office building. She passed Travis in the hallway on her way to her desk.
"Good morning Travis."
"Mornin'. How was your weekend?"
"Good, low key. Yours?"
"Same, just relaxed. Talk to you later."
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Low key my ass, he said to himself. He had checked her Facebook page 30 minutes earlier and saw the pictures of her from Saturday night - drunk and sloppy. There was a picture of her horseback riding a guy in a bar. From his office, he had a view of her desk. He watched her place her ruler down on a blueprint and draw a few straight lines. This was the first time he had seen her since the talk he and his two friends had on Saturday. For three years he had imagined her bound and gagged and now his friends were offering a real opportunity to make it happen. For now, he was going to follow through. He went to the HR office to retrieve her file. He brought it back to his office and using the office phone, he called Stan and gave him Sarah's Brooklyn address.
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Tuesday July 14, 2015
They drove into Brooklyn early that morning and found a parking spot around the block from Sarah's building. They tried not to arouse suspicion as they walked around and at 7:50, she emerged from the front door and they followed her on foot.
She had earphones in her ears and she was dressed professionally - A white blouse, black skirt, and black open toed heels that "clop-clopped" with each step. Her calves looked scrumptious. They followed her into the subway station and when the boarded the train, they were able to sit directly across from her. She still had her earphones on as she pulled her phone out of her purse and crossed her right leg over her left. They eyed her from head to toe and she was completely oblivious.
As Kristen's eyes wandered back down to Sarah's legs and feet, Sarah slowly twirled her right ankle around. Kristen held Stan's hand and whispered, "I want her." Stan smiled and nodded in approval. It was one thing to see pictures, but to see her in living color doing about her daily life was so much more rewarding. Since they made up their mind, there was no longer a need to follow her. They got off at the next stop and took a train traveling in the opposite direction to go back to their car.
Stan called Travis at his office when he got home; "We saw Sarah this morning, and we definitely want her. Can you come Saturday so we can talk? And from now on, no texting and no cell phones. We'll have to start covering our tracks."
Travis said he would come. After he hung up, he took a walk to the restroom. On his way there, he passed a dead girl walking.
"Hey Sarah."
"Hey."
They drove into Brooklyn early that morning and found a parking spot around the block from Sarah's building. They tried not to arouse suspicion as they walked around and at 7:50, she emerged from the front door and they followed her on foot.
She had earphones in her ears and she was dressed professionally - A white blouse, black skirt, and black open toed heels that "clop-clopped" with each step. Her calves looked scrumptious. They followed her into the subway station and when the boarded the train, they were able to sit directly across from her. She still had her earphones on as she pulled her phone out of her purse and crossed her right leg over her left. They eyed her from head to toe and she was completely oblivious.
As Kristen's eyes wandered back down to Sarah's legs and feet, Sarah slowly twirled her right ankle around. Kristen held Stan's hand and whispered, "I want her." Stan smiled and nodded in approval. It was one thing to see pictures, but to see her in living color doing about her daily life was so much more rewarding. Since they made up their mind, there was no longer a need to follow her. They got off at the next stop and took a train traveling in the opposite direction to go back to their car.
Stan called Travis at his office when he got home; "We saw Sarah this morning, and we definitely want her. Can you come Saturday so we can talk? And from now on, no texting and no cell phones. We'll have to start covering our tracks."
Travis said he would come. After he hung up, he took a walk to the restroom. On his way there, he passed a dead girl walking.
"Hey Sarah."
"Hey."
Chapter 4
Saturday July 18, 2015
Sarah was back in Long Island early in the afternoon for her father's birthday party. She brought him a few new ties and an apron since he loved to grill so much during the summer. There were neighbors over, plenty of food on the grill and lots to drink. It was a festive atmosphere and much needed for Sarah after a long work week.
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The enormous 10 foot long roasting pan was laid out on the large counter in the middle of the kitchen. Stan said; "So she should fit just fine on here with her arms stretched out over her head. Travis, you're in, right?"
Travis replied; "Yeah, I can't take my eyes off of her anymore at work. I'm in, but like you said I get the first shot. I want to fuck her and torture her then you two do what you have to do with her."
Kristen replied; "Of course. If it's any consolation for you, it won't be easy on her when you're done with her. Trust me."
Stan chimed in; "With my wife's cooking talent, I don't think you'll be able to resist tasting some of Sarah's meat."
"We'll see, the idea still kind of weirds me out."
"Have you given any thought on how to get her here? That's the hard part. Once she is here no one will know. We have what we need to incapacitate and restrain her. There are still things we need, but we have time."
"I think I have an idea. Let's say that you, Stan, are the president of my engineering firm. The real guy actually lives in Boston and works at the branch there, but anyway, like I've said before, Sarah is very driven and does great work for me. I think Stan the president wants to invite her over to discuss a promotion. If I present her with this, spur of the moment, I think she'll agree to it."
"I like it, but she can't have time to notify anyone."
"I know, I know. The day we do this I'll snatch her phone when she goes to the bathroom and I'll disable it. I can see her from my office so I know when she leaves her desk. Once that's done, I'll tell her the president wants to meet her. Into my car she goes, nice and easy. No way for her to contact anyone. It's highly unlikely that she would decline that opportunity."
Stan liked the idea; "Her phone can't be traced then. This is going to work."
Kristen contributed; "She walks through that door, I knock her out and the fun starts!"
Travis had one question; "When is this all going down? When are you planning to do this?"
Stan answered, "Like I said, we have time. Wednesday, November 25. Bring her here that day and we'll make her the main course for our Thanksgiving dinner."
"Alright then, good. That leaves me enough time to have her finish everything I need her to do at work. It won't be as costly to lose her from a business standpoint. I was thinking this was going to be next week."
"No no, four months to go. Thanksgiving. She'll be our turkey. By the way, Kristen and I were wondering, how old is she? We never asked."
"Let's see, She graduated from college in 2010 so she would have been 22 then. So now she would be 27."
"Good. Very good. Still nice and young. And just so you are aware, and I don't think you will have an issue with this because you enjoy torture, but as Kristen said earlier it's not going to be easy on her. We want to roast her while she is still alive. If that bothers you, you can leave before we start prepping her."
Kristen added; "That's why we can't have you kill her. We could kill her before we cook her, but we would enjoy it a lot more if we got to see her suffer and listen to her beg for her life."
"I understand. She doesn't deserve any of this, but...."
Kristen cut him off; "But what? If she comes here with you, it's fair game. She should have been more careful. Whether or not its you who tortures her to death, or me who cooks her alive, she is going to die either way. So it's time to STOP worrying about her feelings! Worry about how much we are going to enjoy her instead!"
"Okay okay you're right. This is a once in a lifetime chance."
Stan got beers for the three of them and made a toast; "To Sarah Corbin!"
Saturday July 18, 2015
Sarah was back in Long Island early in the afternoon for her father's birthday party. She brought him a few new ties and an apron since he loved to grill so much during the summer. There were neighbors over, plenty of food on the grill and lots to drink. It was a festive atmosphere and much needed for Sarah after a long work week.
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The enormous 10 foot long roasting pan was laid out on the large counter in the middle of the kitchen. Stan said; "So she should fit just fine on here with her arms stretched out over her head. Travis, you're in, right?"
Travis replied; "Yeah, I can't take my eyes off of her anymore at work. I'm in, but like you said I get the first shot. I want to fuck her and torture her then you two do what you have to do with her."
Kristen replied; "Of course. If it's any consolation for you, it won't be easy on her when you're done with her. Trust me."
Stan chimed in; "With my wife's cooking talent, I don't think you'll be able to resist tasting some of Sarah's meat."
"We'll see, the idea still kind of weirds me out."
"Have you given any thought on how to get her here? That's the hard part. Once she is here no one will know. We have what we need to incapacitate and restrain her. There are still things we need, but we have time."
"I think I have an idea. Let's say that you, Stan, are the president of my engineering firm. The real guy actually lives in Boston and works at the branch there, but anyway, like I've said before, Sarah is very driven and does great work for me. I think Stan the president wants to invite her over to discuss a promotion. If I present her with this, spur of the moment, I think she'll agree to it."
"I like it, but she can't have time to notify anyone."
"I know, I know. The day we do this I'll snatch her phone when she goes to the bathroom and I'll disable it. I can see her from my office so I know when she leaves her desk. Once that's done, I'll tell her the president wants to meet her. Into my car she goes, nice and easy. No way for her to contact anyone. It's highly unlikely that she would decline that opportunity."
Stan liked the idea; "Her phone can't be traced then. This is going to work."
Kristen contributed; "She walks through that door, I knock her out and the fun starts!"
Travis had one question; "When is this all going down? When are you planning to do this?"
Stan answered, "Like I said, we have time. Wednesday, November 25. Bring her here that day and we'll make her the main course for our Thanksgiving dinner."
"Alright then, good. That leaves me enough time to have her finish everything I need her to do at work. It won't be as costly to lose her from a business standpoint. I was thinking this was going to be next week."
"No no, four months to go. Thanksgiving. She'll be our turkey. By the way, Kristen and I were wondering, how old is she? We never asked."
"Let's see, She graduated from college in 2010 so she would have been 22 then. So now she would be 27."
"Good. Very good. Still nice and young. And just so you are aware, and I don't think you will have an issue with this because you enjoy torture, but as Kristen said earlier it's not going to be easy on her. We want to roast her while she is still alive. If that bothers you, you can leave before we start prepping her."
Kristen added; "That's why we can't have you kill her. We could kill her before we cook her, but we would enjoy it a lot more if we got to see her suffer and listen to her beg for her life."
"I understand. She doesn't deserve any of this, but...."
Kristen cut him off; "But what? If she comes here with you, it's fair game. She should have been more careful. Whether or not its you who tortures her to death, or me who cooks her alive, she is going to die either way. So it's time to STOP worrying about her feelings! Worry about how much we are going to enjoy her instead!"
"Okay okay you're right. This is a once in a lifetime chance."
Stan got beers for the three of them and made a toast; "To Sarah Corbin!"
Chapter 5
Saturday November 21, 2015
Sarah slept in until 10:30 am after a Friday night out with friends. She uploaded some pictures from the night before onto her Facebook page. She made a cup of coffee, ate a granola bar and called her parents like she usually did on Saturdays.
"Hi daddy."
"Hi sweetheart, how are you?"
"I'm okay. Really tired, but things are finally going to start slowing down for me at work. I'll have a social life again soon."
"That's good. You need to take a break honey. Mom is out at a yoga class, what are you doing today?"
"I was thinking about signing up for yoga! Today, not much. I need to do some grocery shopping and clean the apartment. After that I'll just stay in, watch the game and sleep."
"Who does Penn State play today?"
"Michigan."
"Oh, sounds like a good one. How about next week? When are you coming over?"
"I'm going out Wednesday night, so I'll be over Thursday. Early."
"Early is right. We have family coming and Mom is going to need help in the kitchen."
"Early dad! Don't worry."
"Okay then, I'll let you go. I'll tell Mom you called and that you're okay. Be careful sweetheart, I love you."
"Love you too daddy."
After the phone call Sarah trimmed her finger nails and toe nails. She put on her jogging clothes, put her hair in a pony tail and got her music set. She had a playlist for when she went out for a run. First up today was "Bam Bam" by Sister Nancy.
After the run she took a shower, put on a Penn State hoodie, jeans, and sneakers and did her grocery shopping. It started to rain just before she made it back to her apartment. She put on a pair of sweatpants, turned on the football game and laid out on the couch. She was sad that she couldn't make it back to campus for a football game this year. Travis had her under a lot of pressure to finish the plans for the upcoming projects they had, so she worked late often. But not she was finished with all of that.
She listened to the rain tapping on the window and thought that her cozy day would be so much better if she had a man there to cuddle with. She got out her laptop and lived up to her word when she had that talk with Abby over the summer. She wanted to start dating again, so she logged on to Match.com, put her credit card information in and filled out her profile:
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SarahC23's Profile
27 Years Old
Brooklyn, NY
Has Children: No
Wants Children: Yes
Ethnicity: White/Caucasian
Religion: Christian/Catholic
Political Views: Somewhat Liberal
Salary: $45,000-$50,000
Smokes: Never
Drinks: Once a Week
Height: 5'4"
Body Type: Athletic and Toned
Pets: Likes cats and likes dogs
About Me:
"I believe in life there are plenty of things to be passionate about. In my case, I am very passionate about art. I have been lucky enough to turn it into a career as a drafter at an engineering firm. Though it is challenging, I enjoy it very much.
I am also passionate about spending time with family and friends, whether its exploring the city or acting stupid together. And of course, I am passionate about Penn State Football. Go Nittany Lions!
My three best life skills are making friends laugh, managing my finances, and achieving personal goals. Five things I can't live without are Sprite, friends, good food, good music, and art.
I am looking for a companion and best friend. Someone who can enjoy similar interests whether its traveling, staying home, or seeing friends. A man who is honest and genuine and enjoys life! If that's you, feel free to message me."
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Saturday November 21, 2015
Sarah slept in until 10:30 am after a Friday night out with friends. She uploaded some pictures from the night before onto her Facebook page. She made a cup of coffee, ate a granola bar and called her parents like she usually did on Saturdays.
"Hi daddy."
"Hi sweetheart, how are you?"
"I'm okay. Really tired, but things are finally going to start slowing down for me at work. I'll have a social life again soon."
"That's good. You need to take a break honey. Mom is out at a yoga class, what are you doing today?"
"I was thinking about signing up for yoga! Today, not much. I need to do some grocery shopping and clean the apartment. After that I'll just stay in, watch the game and sleep."
"Who does Penn State play today?"
"Michigan."
"Oh, sounds like a good one. How about next week? When are you coming over?"
"I'm going out Wednesday night, so I'll be over Thursday. Early."
"Early is right. We have family coming and Mom is going to need help in the kitchen."
"Early dad! Don't worry."
"Okay then, I'll let you go. I'll tell Mom you called and that you're okay. Be careful sweetheart, I love you."
"Love you too daddy."
After the phone call Sarah trimmed her finger nails and toe nails. She put on her jogging clothes, put her hair in a pony tail and got her music set. She had a playlist for when she went out for a run. First up today was "Bam Bam" by Sister Nancy.
After the run she took a shower, put on a Penn State hoodie, jeans, and sneakers and did her grocery shopping. It started to rain just before she made it back to her apartment. She put on a pair of sweatpants, turned on the football game and laid out on the couch. She was sad that she couldn't make it back to campus for a football game this year. Travis had her under a lot of pressure to finish the plans for the upcoming projects they had, so she worked late often. But not she was finished with all of that.
She listened to the rain tapping on the window and thought that her cozy day would be so much better if she had a man there to cuddle with. She got out her laptop and lived up to her word when she had that talk with Abby over the summer. She wanted to start dating again, so she logged on to Match.com, put her credit card information in and filled out her profile:
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SarahC23's Profile
27 Years Old
Brooklyn, NY
Has Children: No
Wants Children: Yes
Ethnicity: White/Caucasian
Religion: Christian/Catholic
Political Views: Somewhat Liberal
Salary: $45,000-$50,000
Smokes: Never
Drinks: Once a Week
Height: 5'4"
Body Type: Athletic and Toned
Pets: Likes cats and likes dogs
About Me:
"I believe in life there are plenty of things to be passionate about. In my case, I am very passionate about art. I have been lucky enough to turn it into a career as a drafter at an engineering firm. Though it is challenging, I enjoy it very much.
I am also passionate about spending time with family and friends, whether its exploring the city or acting stupid together. And of course, I am passionate about Penn State Football. Go Nittany Lions!
My three best life skills are making friends laugh, managing my finances, and achieving personal goals. Five things I can't live without are Sprite, friends, good food, good music, and art.
I am looking for a companion and best friend. Someone who can enjoy similar interests whether its traveling, staying home, or seeing friends. A man who is honest and genuine and enjoys life! If that's you, feel free to message me."
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She uploaded a few pictures then put her computer away and laid down on the couch. She listened again to the rain tapping on her window and fell asleep.
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Stan and Kristen spent the morning making the few final non-food purchases they would need. Wednesday morning they would buy what they needed for Kristen to prepare the side dishes. Travis, meanwhile, spent the morning getting his car windows tinted, then he made his way up to the Krieger house where they all discussed some of the logistics about how it would go once they had Sarah knocked out. Travis said;
"She finished everything she needed to do for me at work, so she's 100% expendable now."
"Good!" Stan replied. "We are pretty much all set here. We'll keep her restrained in the guest bedroom. There, we'll have our fun with her."
"I bought a stun gun. Sarah will be my test subject to see just how good it is."
Kristen jumped in to the conversation: "How much fun we have with her depends on what time you can get her here. I want to start getting her cleaned up around 10."
"I'll get her here as soon as I can get her phone I guess. I am going to leave my cell phone home that day, so I will call you from my office when I get her phone. If I DON'T call you, something went wrong and I had to call it off. I call you, say its a go, then I get her in the car and it'll be an hour driveor so. It has to be by mid-day so that she would be traveling with me during her normal work hours. She won't have the time, nor the means to notify anyone and she won't say no to this promotion opportunity. I also got my car windows tinted. Less chance that she'll be seen in the car. Let's plan on 1 or 2 o'clock."
Kristen replied; "That would be perfect. One more thing Travis. On your way here with her, can you stop by the farmer's market?"
"Good!" Stan replied. "We are pretty much all set here. We'll keep her restrained in the guest bedroom. There, we'll have our fun with her."
"I bought a stun gun. Sarah will be my test subject to see just how good it is."
Kristen jumped in to the conversation: "How much fun we have with her depends on what time you can get her here. I want to start getting her cleaned up around 10."
"I'll get her here as soon as I can get her phone I guess. I am going to leave my cell phone home that day, so I will call you from my office when I get her phone. If I DON'T call you, something went wrong and I had to call it off. I call you, say its a go, then I get her in the car and it'll be an hour driveor so. It has to be by mid-day so that she would be traveling with me during her normal work hours. She won't have the time, nor the means to notify anyone and she won't say no to this promotion opportunity. I also got my car windows tinted. Less chance that she'll be seen in the car. Let's plan on 1 or 2 o'clock."
Kristen replied; "That would be perfect. One more thing Travis. On your way here with her, can you stop by the farmer's market?"
Chapter 6
Wednesday November 25, 2015
The alarm woke Sarah up at 6:45 am. She rolled out of bed, used the bathroom then ate a granola bar. One last day of work before a well deserved, much needed 4 day weekend. As for tonight, she was excited to party with her friends. Then there was Thanksgiving, her favorite holiday, and on Saturday she is going on a Match.com date. Things were looking up.
She showered and dressed casually for work - A white turtleneck sweater, dark blue jeans, and black dress shoes with slight heels. She put on her black winter coat, plugged in her earphones and went to work.
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Wednesday November 25, 2015
The alarm woke Sarah up at 6:45 am. She rolled out of bed, used the bathroom then ate a granola bar. One last day of work before a well deserved, much needed 4 day weekend. As for tonight, she was excited to party with her friends. Then there was Thanksgiving, her favorite holiday, and on Saturday she is going on a Match.com date. Things were looking up.
She showered and dressed casually for work - A white turtleneck sweater, dark blue jeans, and black dress shoes with slight heels. She put on her black winter coat, plugged in her earphones and went to work.
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For the last couple of days, Travis couldn't sleep and he couldn't take his eyes off of Sarah when they were at work. Last night, he went out and bought a $700 bottle of red wine which he left in the trunk of his car. He also had an overnight bag packed and ready to go in the trunk.
He was in the office early, feeling a mixture of extreme excitement and incredible nervousness. He also did feel a little remorse for what was going to happen today. Sarah provided good company and she was a tremendous worker. He was reminiscing and he thought about the interview in 2012 and conversations they had over the past three years. He also knew that she was an only son. She had a social security number, hobbies, favorite books and favorite movies, but in a few hours she would be reduced to an object. Nothing about Sarah as a person mattered anymore.
The remorse was over when he saw her walk in. She looked great as usual and he had a huge pit in his stomach. He was hanging out in his office, but his job for the day was getting Sarah Corbin to get in his car on her own free will. He hoped he could pull it off without her getting suspicious. He had to be convincing, swift, and no one could notice.
He watched her all morning and kept looking at his watch. At 11:50 she finally got up to use the bathroom. He quickly made his way to her desk, made sure no one was looking, and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. He took the battery out, put the phone and battery in his pocket, and when he got back to his office he called Stan; "Got the phone. Making the move now. See you soon."
He had to act quickly before she realized that her phone was missing, and the most important part of the plan was Sarah not notifying anyone of where she was going. He met her in the hallway before she got back to her desk and asked her to step into his office;
"Sarah, do you know who John Ingram is?"
"Of course. He's the president of the firm."
"Exactly. Well, he is in town from Boston and he asked me to recommend someone for a promotion. So I mentioned your name and all of the good work you've done over the past three years."
"Oh my GOD! Really?! Thank you SO much! I don't know what do say!"
"You're welcome, but there is a caveat. He'd like to meet with you personally TODAY, very briefly before he leaves town tonight. So take the rest of the day off and take a ride with me to his house upstate. It's not too far and I'll have you back in no time so I don't delay your weekend."
"Oh jeez, um, Travis, I didn't know. I am a little under dressed."
"Don't be silly. You look fine. If you don't see him today it might be awhile before he's back in New York. As much as I'd hate to lose you, I think you need to jump on this. You deserve a chance to grow with this company. So what do you say? Up for a road trip?"
"OK, right now?"
He was in the office early, feeling a mixture of extreme excitement and incredible nervousness. He also did feel a little remorse for what was going to happen today. Sarah provided good company and she was a tremendous worker. He was reminiscing and he thought about the interview in 2012 and conversations they had over the past three years. He also knew that she was an only son. She had a social security number, hobbies, favorite books and favorite movies, but in a few hours she would be reduced to an object. Nothing about Sarah as a person mattered anymore.
The remorse was over when he saw her walk in. She looked great as usual and he had a huge pit in his stomach. He was hanging out in his office, but his job for the day was getting Sarah Corbin to get in his car on her own free will. He hoped he could pull it off without her getting suspicious. He had to be convincing, swift, and no one could notice.
He watched her all morning and kept looking at his watch. At 11:50 she finally got up to use the bathroom. He quickly made his way to her desk, made sure no one was looking, and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. He took the battery out, put the phone and battery in his pocket, and when he got back to his office he called Stan; "Got the phone. Making the move now. See you soon."
He had to act quickly before she realized that her phone was missing, and the most important part of the plan was Sarah not notifying anyone of where she was going. He met her in the hallway before she got back to her desk and asked her to step into his office;
"Sarah, do you know who John Ingram is?"
"Of course. He's the president of the firm."
"Exactly. Well, he is in town from Boston and he asked me to recommend someone for a promotion. So I mentioned your name and all of the good work you've done over the past three years."
"Oh my GOD! Really?! Thank you SO much! I don't know what do say!"
"You're welcome, but there is a caveat. He'd like to meet with you personally TODAY, very briefly before he leaves town tonight. So take the rest of the day off and take a ride with me to his house upstate. It's not too far and I'll have you back in no time so I don't delay your weekend."
"Oh jeez, um, Travis, I didn't know. I am a little under dressed."
"Don't be silly. You look fine. If you don't see him today it might be awhile before he's back in New York. As much as I'd hate to lose you, I think you need to jump on this. You deserve a chance to grow with this company. So what do you say? Up for a road trip?"
"OK, right now?"
"Right now. Grab your things and let's go. We'll be back before you know it."
They both put their coats on and Sarah grabbed her purse. They made their way to the garage where Travis' car was parked. He kept an eye on her, and at no time did she look in her purse. Travis planned out the path so that they avoided cameras. They got in his car, and Sarah put the purse down on the floor by her feet and put her seat belt on. Off they went.
Sarah broke the silence quickly; "I can't thank you enough for this. Really."
"The pleasure is all mine Sarah, believe me when I tell you that. You deserve it. I know I've been working you hard. I'm sure you've noticed."
"Actually, yeah. I kind of noticed, but I like it busy so it's OK."
"Good, and I had planned this for awhile. I wanted to completely clear your slate."
"Ahhh, now it all makes sense. I had faith that there was a reason for the madness."
Travis laughed; "Sarah, you're going to be tough to replace."
They were now on the highway and Travis was speeding a bit. He could not wait to get started on her. He thought about the countless times he had imagined her bound and gagged. He felt that he knew her well enough to predict that she would be a fighter and struggle hard. In a little while, he would find out.
Sarah picked up her purse and fished around inside.
"Everything alright there Sarah?"
"Did I seriously leave my phone in the office?"
"I don't know, did you?" Travis felt the phone and battery in his back pocket.
"Ugh, yes. I was just going to put it on silent so I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of Mr. Ingram. I could have sworn it was in my bag. I never took it out this morning."
As far as Travis was concerned, it could not have worked out any better. They were well into the trip, much too late for Sarah to ask if they could turn around. He didn't think she would have asked even if they were closer to the office.
"Well, at least you won't have to worry about the ringer going off. I'm sure you'll find it right on your desk when we get back. So what are your plans for the weekend?"
Travis quickly changed the subject and listened as Sarah told him that she was going out tonight and spending Thanksgiving with her family in Long Island, though she was not looking forward to helping in the kitchen. They made some more small talk as Travis pulled up to the farmer's market 10 minutes from Stan and Kristen.
"We need to make a quick stop here. Take a walk?"
"Sure."
They walked inside and Travis went towards the fruit section; "John's wife wants to whip up a quick fruit salad. Would you mind picking out a big red apple?"
"Just ONE red apple?"
"Yeah that's it. I'll get the rest."
"Uhhhh, okay. One shiny red apple coming right up."
He just loved her sassiness. He paid cash for the assortment of fruit and they got back in the car. Sarah looked at Travis; "Okay, I have to ask."
"Yes?"
"What's he like? Can you give me some pointers on how not to embarrass myself?"
"First of all, you are not going to embarrass yourself. John is a very private and driven man. He is very meticulous wen he wants something, and
when he wants something he usually gets it. His house is kind of in the middle of nowhere, but that's how he likes it. Just be yourself and you'll be
fine."
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Stan and Kristen looked out the window and finally, at 1:45, Travis' car was pulling into the driveway. They watched Sarah exit the car and make her way with Travis to the front door. Their Thanksgiving dinner had arrived, and Kristen immediately soaked a rag with chloroform.
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They both put their coats on and Sarah grabbed her purse. They made their way to the garage where Travis' car was parked. He kept an eye on her, and at no time did she look in her purse. Travis planned out the path so that they avoided cameras. They got in his car, and Sarah put the purse down on the floor by her feet and put her seat belt on. Off they went.
Sarah broke the silence quickly; "I can't thank you enough for this. Really."
"The pleasure is all mine Sarah, believe me when I tell you that. You deserve it. I know I've been working you hard. I'm sure you've noticed."
"Actually, yeah. I kind of noticed, but I like it busy so it's OK."
"Good, and I had planned this for awhile. I wanted to completely clear your slate."
"Ahhh, now it all makes sense. I had faith that there was a reason for the madness."
Travis laughed; "Sarah, you're going to be tough to replace."
They were now on the highway and Travis was speeding a bit. He could not wait to get started on her. He thought about the countless times he had imagined her bound and gagged. He felt that he knew her well enough to predict that she would be a fighter and struggle hard. In a little while, he would find out.
Sarah picked up her purse and fished around inside.
"Everything alright there Sarah?"
"Did I seriously leave my phone in the office?"
"I don't know, did you?" Travis felt the phone and battery in his back pocket.
"Ugh, yes. I was just going to put it on silent so I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of Mr. Ingram. I could have sworn it was in my bag. I never took it out this morning."
As far as Travis was concerned, it could not have worked out any better. They were well into the trip, much too late for Sarah to ask if they could turn around. He didn't think she would have asked even if they were closer to the office.
"Well, at least you won't have to worry about the ringer going off. I'm sure you'll find it right on your desk when we get back. So what are your plans for the weekend?"
Travis quickly changed the subject and listened as Sarah told him that she was going out tonight and spending Thanksgiving with her family in Long Island, though she was not looking forward to helping in the kitchen. They made some more small talk as Travis pulled up to the farmer's market 10 minutes from Stan and Kristen.
"We need to make a quick stop here. Take a walk?"
"Sure."
They walked inside and Travis went towards the fruit section; "John's wife wants to whip up a quick fruit salad. Would you mind picking out a big red apple?"
"Just ONE red apple?"
"Yeah that's it. I'll get the rest."
"Uhhhh, okay. One shiny red apple coming right up."
He just loved her sassiness. He paid cash for the assortment of fruit and they got back in the car. Sarah looked at Travis; "Okay, I have to ask."
"Yes?"
"What's he like? Can you give me some pointers on how not to embarrass myself?"
"First of all, you are not going to embarrass yourself. John is a very private and driven man. He is very meticulous wen he wants something, and
when he wants something he usually gets it. His house is kind of in the middle of nowhere, but that's how he likes it. Just be yourself and you'll be
fine."
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Stan and Kristen looked out the window and finally, at 1:45, Travis' car was pulling into the driveway. They watched Sarah exit the car and make her way with Travis to the front door. Their Thanksgiving dinner had arrived, and Kristen immediately soaked a rag with chloroform.
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Travis rang the door bell. Stan yelled, "Door's open! Come in!"
They entered the house and Travis locked the door behind him. Stan did not emerge yet, but he yelled out; "I'll be right with you. Just wait in the living room and make yourselves at home."
Travis took Sarah's coat and hung it up next to his on the coat rack by the front door. They sat on the couch and within a minute, Stan showed himself and towered over Sarah. The imposing, menacing man did not say anything, but he and Sarah locked eyes and he licked his lips. He knew that by the look on her face that she knew something was wrong, but it was much too late. Kristen approached from behind and crammed the rag into Sarah's face. With her other arm, she pulled her up over the back of the couch and pinned her to the floor. Sarah's ferocious kicking was subdued quickly when Stan wrapped his arms around her knees. She was screaming into the rag but her pleas were effectively silenced and before long, her eyes rolled back, they closed, and Sarah was rendered unconscious.
"Whew! Nice fight in her! Feisty!" Kristen said as she caught her breath.
Stan did not want to waste any time; "C'mon, let's get her on the pan!"
Chapter 7
The married couple carried Sarah into the kitchen and placed her face up, fully clothed, on the roasting pan on the counter. They made some quick small talk as Travis said that everything went very smoothly. Stan stretched Sarah's arms over her head and placed her hands and feet about 2 and a half feet apart from each other. He then placed a strip of masking tape where each of her hands and feet were. Then, he gave the go ahead;
The married couple carried Sarah into the kitchen and placed her face up, fully clothed, on the roasting pan on the counter. They made some quick small talk as Travis said that everything went very smoothly. Stan stretched Sarah's arms over her head and placed her hands and feet about 2 and a half feet apart from each other. He then placed a strip of masking tape where each of her hands and feet were. Then, he gave the go ahead;
"Let's get this fuckin' party started!"
Kristen took the apple from the farmer's market and put it in the freezer. Then, they carried her into the guest bedroom and tossed her face up onto the bed. They looked over at Travis and he knew what they were going to ask.
"Go ahead. I'll be happy to watch for now."
And so he watched as they removed her shoes. Kristen looked at the tag inside the shoe she pulled off and noted the size; 7 1/2. Then they pulled off her white socks revealing what they longed to see, touch, smell, and taste - Sarah Corbin's bare feet. Her toe nails were not painted and for Stan and Kristen, her feet were perfect.
They spent a few minutes smelling, squeezing, and tasting her feet.
"I feel like a little kid in a candy store!" Kristen giddily said.
Travis watched and suddenly for some reason he thought about Sarah's parents. Whatever they were doing, they had no idea that their only son was abducted and having her clothes savagely pulled off of her by a couple of hungry aspiring cannibals hell bent on cooking her. Off came the bra and panties and she was fully naked.
Travis joined in now as they admired their catch. They fondled, poked, and prodded her body. Travis focused on her beautiful small, but firm breasts. Stan and Kristen commented about the quality of the meat throughout her body and loved her fair skin.
They rolled her over and her ass was grabbed by all three of them. Kristen grabbed a shaving knife and shaved the hair off of Sarah's back, paying attention to the fuzzy area at the small of her back. Her legs were already shaved. They flipped her back over and secured her hands and feet to the bedposts with metal cuffs leaving her spread eagle. A rag was stuffed into her mouth then sealed with a few pieces of duct tape. Travis went to his car to retrieve the stun gun and the bottle of wine while Stan and Kristen packed Sarah's clothes into a black trash bag.
They thanked Travis for bringing the wine, though they said he didn't have to since he delivered the girl. He didn't mind. He showed Kristen the stun gun while Stan drilled steel bar pull handles onto the roasting pan where the masking tape markers were. He gave all four a good tug when he was done, and he was satisfied that they would do the job.
They sat in the living room drinking beers and talking when finally, the sounds of Sarah's muffled screams started to emanate from the guest bedroom. Kristen got up and went in first, alone, leaving the two men behind; 'A little girl talk, that's all."
She entered the room and shut the door. When Sarah's big, beautiful, frightened eyes met hers, she wanted to pinch herself. She slowly walked around the bed, soaking in the sight of Sarah's struggling body and the sounds of her screams. Kristen felt immortal. She finally spoke coldly and sternly;
"Now you fucking listen to me. You can scream all you want but you saw the area when you came here. No one is around, no one knows where you are, and no one is fucking coming. You are not going anywhere, so just shut the FUCK up and deal with it."
Sarah was crying and screaming. Kristen took the shaving knife and held it up close to Sarah's face. She learned down and licked a mixture of tears and sweat off of Sarah's cheek. Salty and delicious. She pointed the knife at her right arm;
"Would you fucking STAY STILL so I don't cut you?!"
She ran the knife up and down her right arm, shaving off the hair on her forearm and the little bit in the arm pit. She repeated with the left arm, then ran it down her chest, belly, and finally her pussy leaving it nice and clean shaven. She stuck two fingers up Sarah's pussy, then tasted;
"Mmmmm mmm mmm. So, so yummy. I could stay here with you all afternoon, but I promised your boss he would have you first. I am sure you two have some issues to work out anyway. But before I leave, I have to taste those lovely toes."
Kristen leaned over Sarah's right foot and started sucking and licking her toes. The combination of the sound of her screams and the sensation of feeling her toes curl in her mouth was making Kristen wet.
"Well, ta-ta for now."
Kristen laughed as Sarah suddenly peed on the bed. She took a towel and cleaned the area a bit for Travis.
"Okay, she's ready for you. I shaved the hair off of her body but the nasty little cunt pissed herself."
Travis entered and closed the door. Now it was his turn to soak it all in. He spoke;
Kristen took the apple from the farmer's market and put it in the freezer. Then, they carried her into the guest bedroom and tossed her face up onto the bed. They looked over at Travis and he knew what they were going to ask.
"Go ahead. I'll be happy to watch for now."
And so he watched as they removed her shoes. Kristen looked at the tag inside the shoe she pulled off and noted the size; 7 1/2. Then they pulled off her white socks revealing what they longed to see, touch, smell, and taste - Sarah Corbin's bare feet. Her toe nails were not painted and for Stan and Kristen, her feet were perfect.
They spent a few minutes smelling, squeezing, and tasting her feet.
"I feel like a little kid in a candy store!" Kristen giddily said.
Travis watched and suddenly for some reason he thought about Sarah's parents. Whatever they were doing, they had no idea that their only son was abducted and having her clothes savagely pulled off of her by a couple of hungry aspiring cannibals hell bent on cooking her. Off came the bra and panties and she was fully naked.
Travis joined in now as they admired their catch. They fondled, poked, and prodded her body. Travis focused on her beautiful small, but firm breasts. Stan and Kristen commented about the quality of the meat throughout her body and loved her fair skin.
They rolled her over and her ass was grabbed by all three of them. Kristen grabbed a shaving knife and shaved the hair off of Sarah's back, paying attention to the fuzzy area at the small of her back. Her legs were already shaved. They flipped her back over and secured her hands and feet to the bedposts with metal cuffs leaving her spread eagle. A rag was stuffed into her mouth then sealed with a few pieces of duct tape. Travis went to his car to retrieve the stun gun and the bottle of wine while Stan and Kristen packed Sarah's clothes into a black trash bag.
They thanked Travis for bringing the wine, though they said he didn't have to since he delivered the girl. He didn't mind. He showed Kristen the stun gun while Stan drilled steel bar pull handles onto the roasting pan where the masking tape markers were. He gave all four a good tug when he was done, and he was satisfied that they would do the job.
They sat in the living room drinking beers and talking when finally, the sounds of Sarah's muffled screams started to emanate from the guest bedroom. Kristen got up and went in first, alone, leaving the two men behind; 'A little girl talk, that's all."
She entered the room and shut the door. When Sarah's big, beautiful, frightened eyes met hers, she wanted to pinch herself. She slowly walked around the bed, soaking in the sight of Sarah's struggling body and the sounds of her screams. Kristen felt immortal. She finally spoke coldly and sternly;
"Now you fucking listen to me. You can scream all you want but you saw the area when you came here. No one is around, no one knows where you are, and no one is fucking coming. You are not going anywhere, so just shut the FUCK up and deal with it."
Sarah was crying and screaming. Kristen took the shaving knife and held it up close to Sarah's face. She learned down and licked a mixture of tears and sweat off of Sarah's cheek. Salty and delicious. She pointed the knife at her right arm;
"Would you fucking STAY STILL so I don't cut you?!"
She ran the knife up and down her right arm, shaving off the hair on her forearm and the little bit in the arm pit. She repeated with the left arm, then ran it down her chest, belly, and finally her pussy leaving it nice and clean shaven. She stuck two fingers up Sarah's pussy, then tasted;
"Mmmmm mmm mmm. So, so yummy. I could stay here with you all afternoon, but I promised your boss he would have you first. I am sure you two have some issues to work out anyway. But before I leave, I have to taste those lovely toes."
Kristen leaned over Sarah's right foot and started sucking and licking her toes. The combination of the sound of her screams and the sensation of feeling her toes curl in her mouth was making Kristen wet.
"Well, ta-ta for now."
Kristen laughed as Sarah suddenly peed on the bed. She took a towel and cleaned the area a bit for Travis.
"Okay, she's ready for you. I shaved the hair off of her body but the nasty little cunt pissed herself."
Travis entered and closed the door. Now it was his turn to soak it all in. He spoke;
"I swear, I have imagined this moment from the second I met you. At the job interview, remember? I gotta tell ya, this is even better than I imagined. Except I didn't think you'd be crying this much already. I pictured you as much more of a fighter."
As Travis took off his clothes, he could make out what Sarah was screaming through the gag; "RAVISSSSS!!!! RET EE GOOO!!!!!"
"Let you go?!! No, I don't think so. But I do want to show you something."
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out Sarah's cell phone along with the battery; "I believe you were looking for this? I grabbed it while you were in the bathroom and I took the battery out. Couldn't have anyone tracking your phone when you went missing!"
Sarah let out another round of excruciating screams, yelling for help through the gag. As he looked into her watery eyes one more time, he did not feel an ounce of remorse or regret. Then he climbed on top of her and started fucking her. As he pounded her hard, he occasionally slapped her across the face. At the end of 10 minutes, he unleashed his final couple of thrusts and fired a load into her. He slapped her across the face one more time, then kissed her on the forehead and got dressed. He wiped her pussy down with a towel.
"My two friends out there, they have big, big plans for you. But I will see you later."
Stan went in next. He didn't say a word. He spent a few minutes sucking on the toes on her left foot, then stripped and got to work violently pounding her. He fucked her hard and good and when he finished, he licked the sweat off of her chest. He looked down at her and put his giant hand around her neck and pushed down. He saw her fighting for her life, her eyes on the verge of bulging out of her head and her face all red, then he let go. When he released, she was coughing. He looked into her eyes; "You are not getting off THAT easy."
Kristen went in next and she had her fun toying with the helpless victim. She drew a little blood when she bit down on one of Sarah's breasts. All afternoon, they took turns with her, raping her relentlessly using a strap on dildo. Sarah peed a few more times and each time she was reprimanded with either a slap to the face or a good, hard blow to the gut.
Stan was finishing up fucking her one last time when she started to bleed from her pussy.
"YOU NASTY LITTLE FUCKIN BITCH!!!"
He gave her a hard whack across the face, then cleaned himself off and got dressed. He went back to the living room and asked Kristen a question;"You got any tampons? Bitch is bleeding all over the place. She hemorrhage all over my fuckin dick."
Travis and Kristen laughed.
---
Sarah could hardly struggle anymore because she was so sore. Her jaw was throbbing and her vagina was sensitive to even a draft of air. Her throat was in a lot of pain and hoarse from screaming so much. As she was contemplating her predicament by herself, the big man with the beard came back in and all of her focus was on him. He stuck a tampon in her vagina which was incredibly painful.
As Travis took off his clothes, he could make out what Sarah was screaming through the gag; "RAVISSSSS!!!! RET EE GOOO!!!!!"
"Let you go?!! No, I don't think so. But I do want to show you something."
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out Sarah's cell phone along with the battery; "I believe you were looking for this? I grabbed it while you were in the bathroom and I took the battery out. Couldn't have anyone tracking your phone when you went missing!"
Sarah let out another round of excruciating screams, yelling for help through the gag. As he looked into her watery eyes one more time, he did not feel an ounce of remorse or regret. Then he climbed on top of her and started fucking her. As he pounded her hard, he occasionally slapped her across the face. At the end of 10 minutes, he unleashed his final couple of thrusts and fired a load into her. He slapped her across the face one more time, then kissed her on the forehead and got dressed. He wiped her pussy down with a towel.
"My two friends out there, they have big, big plans for you. But I will see you later."
Stan went in next. He didn't say a word. He spent a few minutes sucking on the toes on her left foot, then stripped and got to work violently pounding her. He fucked her hard and good and when he finished, he licked the sweat off of her chest. He looked down at her and put his giant hand around her neck and pushed down. He saw her fighting for her life, her eyes on the verge of bulging out of her head and her face all red, then he let go. When he released, she was coughing. He looked into her eyes; "You are not getting off THAT easy."
Kristen went in next and she had her fun toying with the helpless victim. She drew a little blood when she bit down on one of Sarah's breasts. All afternoon, they took turns with her, raping her relentlessly using a strap on dildo. Sarah peed a few more times and each time she was reprimanded with either a slap to the face or a good, hard blow to the gut.
Stan was finishing up fucking her one last time when she started to bleed from her pussy.
"YOU NASTY LITTLE FUCKIN BITCH!!!"
He gave her a hard whack across the face, then cleaned himself off and got dressed. He went back to the living room and asked Kristen a question;"You got any tampons? Bitch is bleeding all over the place. She hemorrhage all over my fuckin dick."
Travis and Kristen laughed.
---
Sarah could hardly struggle anymore because she was so sore. Her jaw was throbbing and her vagina was sensitive to even a draft of air. Her throat was in a lot of pain and hoarse from screaming so much. As she was contemplating her predicament by herself, the big man with the beard came back in and all of her focus was on him. He stuck a tampon in her vagina which was incredibly painful.
"That's the first time I've ever had the chance to fuck my dinner."
He left her alone again and those words lingered in her mind. She figured that unless she can escape or someone came to her rescue, they were going to kill her. Although she couldn't wrap her head around it, his statement had to mean that they were going to kill her and eat her. How could she be so careless? She knew something was wrong when her phone went missing, but could she really have known it would have come to this? She couldn't have. Travis, as it turns out, was a monster and she never knew it. She had to escape. She was absolutely terrified and thought some more. She realized that she never had a chance to tell anyone where she was going.
She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to escape, but if she couldn't she prayed for mercy. Just as she started to think about her mommy and daddy, how badly she wanted her mommy, the three of them came back into the room. The hideous woman was holding a bucket. She tensed up and braced herself.
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Kristen dumped the bucket of water all over Sarah, then she and Stan stood at either side of the bed. Travis showed the stun gun to Sarah and held it right up to her face. He pressed the discharge button which produced the small, blue electricity and the frightening sound of that rapid clicking.
"I just want to make one thing clear before I start. I had a lot more violence in store for you, but my friends here need you alive and well for tomorrow."
With that, he zapped her in between her breasts. Her screams were hoarse and her body shook violently. As he continued the torture, he reveled in the agonizing grimace on her face with each discharge. Stan and Kristen, of course, loved watching her toes scrunch and curl with each zap. Sarah was putting on a show for the three of them. Each press of the button was sucking away more and more life out of her. Stan ordered Travis to stop. Sarah cried frantically and Kristen gently stroked the side of her face;
He left her alone again and those words lingered in her mind. She figured that unless she can escape or someone came to her rescue, they were going to kill her. Although she couldn't wrap her head around it, his statement had to mean that they were going to kill her and eat her. How could she be so careless? She knew something was wrong when her phone went missing, but could she really have known it would have come to this? She couldn't have. Travis, as it turns out, was a monster and she never knew it. She had to escape. She was absolutely terrified and thought some more. She realized that she never had a chance to tell anyone where she was going.
She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to escape, but if she couldn't she prayed for mercy. Just as she started to think about her mommy and daddy, how badly she wanted her mommy, the three of them came back into the room. The hideous woman was holding a bucket. She tensed up and braced herself.
---
Kristen dumped the bucket of water all over Sarah, then she and Stan stood at either side of the bed. Travis showed the stun gun to Sarah and held it right up to her face. He pressed the discharge button which produced the small, blue electricity and the frightening sound of that rapid clicking.
"I just want to make one thing clear before I start. I had a lot more violence in store for you, but my friends here need you alive and well for tomorrow."
With that, he zapped her in between her breasts. Her screams were hoarse and her body shook violently. As he continued the torture, he reveled in the agonizing grimace on her face with each discharge. Stan and Kristen, of course, loved watching her toes scrunch and curl with each zap. Sarah was putting on a show for the three of them. Each press of the button was sucking away more and more life out of her. Stan ordered Travis to stop. Sarah cried frantically and Kristen gently stroked the side of her face;
"Sarah? Honey? We're gonna get you cleaned up so we can prep you for tomorrow. OK?"
They all had talked logistics earlier, so they were all in tune with the plan. Kristen and Stan uncuffed her feet, then Travis held her legs together at the knees while Stan tied her feet together at the ankles with rope. Travis held her feet down while the cuffs at her hands were undone. They flipped her onto her belly and cuffed her hands behind her back.
She was then pulled off the bed, stood up, and dragged by the men into the bathroom where she was placed standing up in the shower. Last week, Stan had drilled a metal grab bar into the ceiling. Now, he stepped into the shower with some rope, looped it through the link holding the handcuffs together and secured the other end to the bar leaving Sarah in an agonizing, painful, vulnerable position with her arms raised strenuously behind her back, forcing her to hunch forward. Her stomach and chest were parallel to the floor. The bloody tampon was removed.
"WOO-HOO!!" Kristen yelled as she smacked Sarah's ass. "I'm gonna go get started in the kitchen. Bring her to me when you're done!"
Stan inserted an enema into her ass and the waste inside of her started to get cleaned out.
"Ugh," Travis groaned as he held his nose.
"Yeppppp. Part of the job brother. Can't have her pissin' or shittin' while she's cookin'."
Once Stan was satisfied that she was cleaned out, she was thoroughly washed, scrubbed, then patted dry. Stan handed the bottle of chloroform and a rag to Travis; "Want to do the honors this time?"
"I'd love to."
He wet the rag, put it to her face and she was quickly rendered unconscious again. It was a little after 10 pm and they were right on schedule. The sudden silence after hours of pleading and screaming was deafening, but she needed to be knocked out while they prepped her for brining. The cuffs were undone and the two men carried her into the kitchen where Kristen was waiting.
"On the pan, face down please!"
They all had talked logistics earlier, so they were all in tune with the plan. Kristen and Stan uncuffed her feet, then Travis held her legs together at the knees while Stan tied her feet together at the ankles with rope. Travis held her feet down while the cuffs at her hands were undone. They flipped her onto her belly and cuffed her hands behind her back.
She was then pulled off the bed, stood up, and dragged by the men into the bathroom where she was placed standing up in the shower. Last week, Stan had drilled a metal grab bar into the ceiling. Now, he stepped into the shower with some rope, looped it through the link holding the handcuffs together and secured the other end to the bar leaving Sarah in an agonizing, painful, vulnerable position with her arms raised strenuously behind her back, forcing her to hunch forward. Her stomach and chest were parallel to the floor. The bloody tampon was removed.
"WOO-HOO!!" Kristen yelled as she smacked Sarah's ass. "I'm gonna go get started in the kitchen. Bring her to me when you're done!"
Stan inserted an enema into her ass and the waste inside of her started to get cleaned out.
"Ugh," Travis groaned as he held his nose.
"Yeppppp. Part of the job brother. Can't have her pissin' or shittin' while she's cookin'."
Once Stan was satisfied that she was cleaned out, she was thoroughly washed, scrubbed, then patted dry. Stan handed the bottle of chloroform and a rag to Travis; "Want to do the honors this time?"
"I'd love to."
He wet the rag, put it to her face and she was quickly rendered unconscious again. It was a little after 10 pm and they were right on schedule. The sudden silence after hours of pleading and screaming was deafening, but she needed to be knocked out while they prepped her for brining. The cuffs were undone and the two men carried her into the kitchen where Kristen was waiting.
"On the pan, face down please!"
Chapter 8
The men placed the unconscious Sarah onto the roasting pan and rolled her over onto her stomach. They fondled her and grabbed her ass.
"GET...IN....MY...BELLY!!!!" Kristen yelled, which resulted in laughter.
Stan untied her feet and Kristen tied Sarah's wet hair into a nice and tight bun. Travis looked around the kitchen and saw some items out; salt, black pepper, thyme, sage, and rosemary. Stan noticed the curiosity;
The men placed the unconscious Sarah onto the roasting pan and rolled her over onto her stomach. They fondled her and grabbed her ass.
"GET...IN....MY...BELLY!!!!" Kristen yelled, which resulted in laughter.
Stan untied her feet and Kristen tied Sarah's wet hair into a nice and tight bun. Travis looked around the kitchen and saw some items out; salt, black pepper, thyme, sage, and rosemary. Stan noticed the curiosity;
"I'll tell ya, my wife knows what she's doing. When she's done with Sarah you won't be able to resist. Forget that she's a person. Once she's cooked, she ain't nothin' but meat."
"I suppose. Maybe I will try a piece, but I'll see how it turns out."
Kristen was mixing some water in a bowl with the salt, pepper, and herbs;
"I'm gonna do her backside now. I want her to be aware of what's going on when we do the front."
Travis asked, "So what exactly is this? Brining?"
"Right. It's a lot of prep but it is worth it. It's easy to overcook a large piece of meat, such as our beautiful little lady here. So seasoning her just right hours before actually cooking her allows the salt to penetrate into the meat. Combined with the rest of the seasonings, it will inject flavor and moisture into her. The salt is critical because over a few hours it will draw out her natural juices, which is what we want, through osmosis. Then it dissolves into the juices and all of that gets reabsorbed into the meat and starts to break down muscle proteins. Long story short, the result is juicier, more tender and seasoned meat. So let's get started. Stan?"
Kristen poured the mixture on Sarah's back and she and her husband massaged it into her skin. Then they did the arms, ass, and thighs;
"Rub it in, rub it in!" Kristen said.
Finally, the mixture was poured on her calves and feet and rubbed in. Kristen barked out more directions;
"So let's flip her over and tie her down. Hopefully she wakes up soon. Mother Nature will have to serve as our refrigerator tonight so all of this stuff dries nicely into her skin."
They rolled her over and her arms were stretched out over her head. Her hands and feet were placed at the bars that Stan drilled into the roasting pan, and they were secured to the bars with cooking twine. They tugged at each hand and foot and were confident that she would not be able to break free.
---
Sarah was scrambling and freaking out. She looked at her final exam schedule and realized that she had forgotten to drop a class that she signed up for early in the semester. She never attended the class and the exam was tomorrow morning. If she didn't pass, she wouldn't graduate. She ran across campus towards the library and heard a horn honking and screeching tires as she stepped into the main street of the campus.......
Sarah snapped back to life. It was a dream. In a few seconds she regained her bearings and remembered where she was. She looked around and saw that she was in a kitchen. She couldn't move her arms or legs. She looked down towards her feet and saw that they were tied down and she realized that she was laying on a huge pan. She remembered what she thought they had planned and started to scream. Her only hope was that this was all a sick, sick joke.
As she looked to the right, the three captors approached her and she was frozen in fear. The woman spoke;
"Finally. Let's finish her up."
Sarah watched as the woman picked up a bowl and poured what was inside on her arms, chest, and belly. She smelled it and as the woman and her husband were rubbing the liquid into her skin, she immediately realized that she was being seasoned. She summoned every ounce of strength to try and break free as they were rubbing the mixture into her thighs and then her calves and feet. She could not break free. She looked to the right and made eye contact with Travis who only shrugged and smiled at her. She tried to plead with her eyes but this was not the same man. He was a monster who was completely on board with the plan to murder and eat her. She began to accept the fact that she was going to die. She listened again as the woman spoke;
"OK Sarah. You don't fit in our refrigerator, so we're going to have to set you down in our backyard overnight so the seasonings can work their way into your skin. Then tomorrow, we'll cook you up real nice for Thanksgiving dinner."
And so they carried her out into the backyard. They set her down on a table and the cold air hit her like a ton of glaciers. Since she was outside, she mustered up the strength to scream and fight again as she looked around. Her hopes were tempered once again when the bearded man spoke;
"You look to the left, you got us. Look to the right, in front, and behind you and there ain't nothin' but trees. No one around for a mile or so. So scream all you want if you please, but it's pointless. No one is coming for you."
He then directed her to look up at the tarp that was set up over her like a canopy;
"And this, well, we don't want anyone in a plane or helicopter to be seeing you while you marinate out here."
They had literally thought of everything. She was shivering in the cold, dark night and she overheard them talk about taking shifts to watch her.
"Only thing out here are animals. If any come and try and fuck with her, chase em of or shoot em."
---
Travis sat outside bundled up and sipping coffee. He was familiarizing himself with the shotgun he had just gotten from Stan. He made eye contact with Sarah and again, she was pleading to him with her big, beautiful teary eyes.
"Your try for sympathy isn't going to work. If I were you, I'd just accept it, make peace with God and pray."
She broke down crying again.
"In all seriousness, thank you for your work at the firm. I would be remiss if I didn't mention that. But life will go on there without you. I will never,ever regret kidnapping you but for what its worth, I am sorry that this is how it ends for you. You had a bright future. I am sorry that all of the hard work you put in to making yourself successful in life doesn't really matter a whole lot now, except for the fact that it led you to me. It's nothing personal. My two friends are just higher than you on the food chain."
Throughout the night and early morning they took turns standing guard and they were each able to get a little sleep. They verbally taunted her throughout the night about no one knowing what is happening to her. And as goosebumps were appearing on her body because of the cold, they tormented her about warming her up soon.
"I suppose. Maybe I will try a piece, but I'll see how it turns out."
Kristen was mixing some water in a bowl with the salt, pepper, and herbs;
"I'm gonna do her backside now. I want her to be aware of what's going on when we do the front."
Travis asked, "So what exactly is this? Brining?"
"Right. It's a lot of prep but it is worth it. It's easy to overcook a large piece of meat, such as our beautiful little lady here. So seasoning her just right hours before actually cooking her allows the salt to penetrate into the meat. Combined with the rest of the seasonings, it will inject flavor and moisture into her. The salt is critical because over a few hours it will draw out her natural juices, which is what we want, through osmosis. Then it dissolves into the juices and all of that gets reabsorbed into the meat and starts to break down muscle proteins. Long story short, the result is juicier, more tender and seasoned meat. So let's get started. Stan?"
Kristen poured the mixture on Sarah's back and she and her husband massaged it into her skin. Then they did the arms, ass, and thighs;
"Rub it in, rub it in!" Kristen said.
Finally, the mixture was poured on her calves and feet and rubbed in. Kristen barked out more directions;
"So let's flip her over and tie her down. Hopefully she wakes up soon. Mother Nature will have to serve as our refrigerator tonight so all of this stuff dries nicely into her skin."
They rolled her over and her arms were stretched out over her head. Her hands and feet were placed at the bars that Stan drilled into the roasting pan, and they were secured to the bars with cooking twine. They tugged at each hand and foot and were confident that she would not be able to break free.
---
Sarah was scrambling and freaking out. She looked at her final exam schedule and realized that she had forgotten to drop a class that she signed up for early in the semester. She never attended the class and the exam was tomorrow morning. If she didn't pass, she wouldn't graduate. She ran across campus towards the library and heard a horn honking and screeching tires as she stepped into the main street of the campus.......
Sarah snapped back to life. It was a dream. In a few seconds she regained her bearings and remembered where she was. She looked around and saw that she was in a kitchen. She couldn't move her arms or legs. She looked down towards her feet and saw that they were tied down and she realized that she was laying on a huge pan. She remembered what she thought they had planned and started to scream. Her only hope was that this was all a sick, sick joke.
As she looked to the right, the three captors approached her and she was frozen in fear. The woman spoke;
"Finally. Let's finish her up."
Sarah watched as the woman picked up a bowl and poured what was inside on her arms, chest, and belly. She smelled it and as the woman and her husband were rubbing the liquid into her skin, she immediately realized that she was being seasoned. She summoned every ounce of strength to try and break free as they were rubbing the mixture into her thighs and then her calves and feet. She could not break free. She looked to the right and made eye contact with Travis who only shrugged and smiled at her. She tried to plead with her eyes but this was not the same man. He was a monster who was completely on board with the plan to murder and eat her. She began to accept the fact that she was going to die. She listened again as the woman spoke;
"OK Sarah. You don't fit in our refrigerator, so we're going to have to set you down in our backyard overnight so the seasonings can work their way into your skin. Then tomorrow, we'll cook you up real nice for Thanksgiving dinner."
And so they carried her out into the backyard. They set her down on a table and the cold air hit her like a ton of glaciers. Since she was outside, she mustered up the strength to scream and fight again as she looked around. Her hopes were tempered once again when the bearded man spoke;
"You look to the left, you got us. Look to the right, in front, and behind you and there ain't nothin' but trees. No one around for a mile or so. So scream all you want if you please, but it's pointless. No one is coming for you."
He then directed her to look up at the tarp that was set up over her like a canopy;
"And this, well, we don't want anyone in a plane or helicopter to be seeing you while you marinate out here."
They had literally thought of everything. She was shivering in the cold, dark night and she overheard them talk about taking shifts to watch her.
"Only thing out here are animals. If any come and try and fuck with her, chase em of or shoot em."
---
Travis sat outside bundled up and sipping coffee. He was familiarizing himself with the shotgun he had just gotten from Stan. He made eye contact with Sarah and again, she was pleading to him with her big, beautiful teary eyes.
"Your try for sympathy isn't going to work. If I were you, I'd just accept it, make peace with God and pray."
She broke down crying again.
"In all seriousness, thank you for your work at the firm. I would be remiss if I didn't mention that. But life will go on there without you. I will never,ever regret kidnapping you but for what its worth, I am sorry that this is how it ends for you. You had a bright future. I am sorry that all of the hard work you put in to making yourself successful in life doesn't really matter a whole lot now, except for the fact that it led you to me. It's nothing personal. My two friends are just higher than you on the food chain."
Throughout the night and early morning they took turns standing guard and they were each able to get a little sleep. They verbally taunted her throughout the night about no one knowing what is happening to her. And as goosebumps were appearing on her body because of the cold, they tormented her about warming her up soon.
Chapter 9
Thursday November 26, 2015
Birds were chirping as the sun came up on Thanksgiving morning - the sounds of a new day and new life. But for Sarah, today would be the end of her life at 27 years of age. She was to be the main course this afternoon, but Kristen had some side dishes in mind; A dish of roasted potatoes, carrots, parsnips and brussel sprouts, corn bread, cranberry sauce, lemon maple squash and sweet potatoes with brown sugar and marshmallows. They planned an early afternoon feast, so they carried Sarah in around 8 am. On Kristen's directions, the roasting pan was placed on the counter in the kitchen so that Sarah had a clear view of the enormous oven.
Kristen set a large bowl of chicken broth down next to Sarah and said to Stan;
"You can preheat the oven to 200 degrees. We'll lower it when we put her in. I want her to cook nice and slowly."
While Stan turned the dial on the oven to 200, Kristen sprinkled more salt and pepper up and down Sarah's body, then she poured the chicken broth into the pan. As Sarah struggled and screamed, there was one final touch. Kristen got the apple out of the freezer and held it up to Sarah's face;
"I believe you picked this out yourself, yes?"
Stan pulled the strips of duct tape off and asked Sarah if she had any last words as he pulled the rag out of her mouth;
"PLEEAAASEE LET ME GO!!!!!! I WON'T TELL ANYONE, I"LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE!!! NOOO!!!......"
"OPEN UP!!!"
Stan pinched her at the sides of her mouth forcing it open and Kristen guided the frozen apple into her mouth, shoving it in until Sarah's jaw locked up leaving her unable to bite down. It was a beautiful sight - Sarah naked, seasoned, screaming, and squirming with an apple in her mouth. Stan and Kristen took it all in one more time and held hands again. Kristen spoke to Sarah one final time;
"We could have killed you earlier, but prolonging your suffering is simply more fun for all of us. 150 degrees is as low as this oven can go, so let's see how long you last in there."
Kristen turned the dial down to 150 degrees and opened the door. The two men carried her over and slid her into the oven. Kristen closed the door and they gathered around and listened to Sarah's final, desperate, painful screams as she was being cooked alive. They couldn't help but smile. Kristen broke the silence among the three of them, talking over Sarah's screams;
"Don't worry, once she dies I'll turn the heat up to a more reasonable cooking level. I figure it'll take about 4 hours before she's done."
The men enjoyed a beer and Kristen got to work on the side dishes. After about 10 minutes, the screaming stopped. They opened the door to check on her. No struggling, no screaming. Her eyes were still open, but they were lifeless. She was gone. They were a little disappointed that it went so quickly. They closed the door and Kristen turned the heat up to 350 degrees.
After 45 minutes, the men pulled Sarah's body out to be basted. Kristen closed the door to keep the heat inside while she worked on Sarah. Her skin was already turning brown and her lifeless eyes stared straight up at the ceiling. Kristen stuck a meat thermometer up her pussy;
"Still got a ways to go. She has to get up to 165 degrees."
Kristen used an old fashioned turkey baster to scoop up the liquids in the pan and drizzle them on Sarah's body;
"Basting with the pan juices cools the surface of her skin so it doesn't get too charred."
Restraining Sarah was no longer necessary so Stan cut the twine from her wrists and ankles and threw them in the bag that would be properly discarded along with some of her belongings. They slid her back into the oven. After a few minutes, the sweet aroma of Sarah Corbin's cooking flesh began to fill the room.
Every 45 minutes, she was pulled out to be basted again. During the 4th interval, 3 hours in, Sarah's once fair white skin was now a beautiful golden brown. Kristen poked her thigh with a fork and juices came out. The mean thermometer read 155 degrees. Almost there. Kristen figured at most, another 45 minutes. She poured melted butter up and down Sarah's body covering everything from her hands to her feet. To keep from overcooking, Kristen wrapped the hands and feet in aluminum foil. Another sheet of foil was placed over her breasts. She was slid back into the oven.
Travis and Stan carried a huge cutting board, almost 7 feet long, and placed it on the dining room table. Kristen set the table with plates, glasses, napkins, spoons, forks, and knives. Travis opened up the $700 bottle of wine and let it breathe.
Another 45 minutes went by and they pulled her out for the final time. They placed the roasting pan on the counter. The meat thermometer read 170 degrees.
"170. Perfect. She's done! Now, this is tricky, but she needs to be taken out of the pan pronto so she doesn't keep cooking. Just put her right on the cutting board."
The men put latex gloves on. Travis grabbed her arms, Stan took the legs and they carried her out into the dining and laid her face up on the cutting board. Juices dripped, marking the path and the sheet of aluminum at the breasts fell off. They placed the arms at the sides. Kristen then covered the whole body with a large sheet of foil like a blanket, and went to finish the side dishes;
"Let her sit for 30 minutes. That will give time for the meat to firm up. She'll taste better and be easier to carve."
The men brought the side dishes our to the dining room table while Kristen scooped out the juices from the roasting pan,. They would be used as gravy. 30 minutes passed and it was finally time to eat. Stan pulled the long sheet of foil off of Sarah's body. He unwrapped the foil from her hands and feed and rubbed the carving knife and fork together. Before he sliced away, he made a toast;
"What a great day with great people. Me and my wife have waited a long time for this, and to be able to dine on the flesh of a beautiful young, healthy woman, Travis, we are forever grateful."
Kristen clapped happily and Travis responded; "It was my pleasure. I'd do it all again."
And with that, Stan began carving. He sliced pieces of meat off of her upper arms and placed them in the serving bowl. He sliced away at her thighs, carving piece after piece of delicious steaks and as Travis watched, he decided he would try it and called dibs on a thigh steak. Next were the calves, then Kristen rolled her on her side and held her in place while Stan carved slices of rump roast. Finally, with a hack saw, Stan cut right through Sarah's bone just above the right ankle and placed her right foot on Kristen's plate. The left foot was his.
"A little appetizer for Kris and I, but feel free to help yourself. Dig in!"
They all made their way around the table and loaded their plates with the side dishes. Travis placed a piece of thigh steak on his place, cut off a small piece and tasted it.
"Oh my God. This is fuckin delicious!"
Stan and Kristen laughed.
"I told you! My wife is the best in the kitchen."
"I'll say. I mean I know I'm hungry, but I am blown away. Tastes like a much better, more tender piece of pork."
As Travis gorged down his thigh steak, Kristen was polite with her manners;
"I hope you don't mind, but the knife and fork isn't going to work for this."
"I don't mind at all! Enjoy!"
Kristen took Sarah's cooked and severed right foot in her hands. She remembered that morning on the subway, the first time she and Stan saw Sarah in person. Her right leg was crossed over the left and her head was buried in her phone as she slowly twirled that foot around. Now, she took a bite ans savored the taste. Delicious.
Stan enjoyed the left foot and as they all settle in and started to enjoy their Thanksgiving dinner, they talked about how they would divide Sarah's possessions. Stan and Kristen would keep Sarah's purse and everything inside of it along with her shoes, socks, jeans and sweater. Travis was happy with her underwear so he would bring the bra and panties back home with him.
They ate heartily throughout the day. The men watched the football games while Kristen cleaned up the kitchen. There was still work to be done. They had do dispose of her remains, but that would be for later. For now, they relaxed with full, satisfied bellies.
After 45 minutes, the men pulled Sarah's body out to be basted. Kristen closed the door to keep the heat inside while she worked on Sarah. Her skin was already turning brown and her lifeless eyes stared straight up at the ceiling. Kristen stuck a meat thermometer up her pussy;
"Still got a ways to go. She has to get up to 165 degrees."
Kristen used an old fashioned turkey baster to scoop up the liquids in the pan and drizzle them on Sarah's body;
"Basting with the pan juices cools the surface of her skin so it doesn't get too charred."
Restraining Sarah was no longer necessary so Stan cut the twine from her wrists and ankles and threw them in the bag that would be properly discarded along with some of her belongings. They slid her back into the oven. After a few minutes, the sweet aroma of Sarah Corbin's cooking flesh began to fill the room.
Every 45 minutes, she was pulled out to be basted again. During the 4th interval, 3 hours in, Sarah's once fair white skin was now a beautiful golden brown. Kristen poked her thigh with a fork and juices came out. The mean thermometer read 155 degrees. Almost there. Kristen figured at most, another 45 minutes. She poured melted butter up and down Sarah's body covering everything from her hands to her feet. To keep from overcooking, Kristen wrapped the hands and feet in aluminum foil. Another sheet of foil was placed over her breasts. She was slid back into the oven.
Travis and Stan carried a huge cutting board, almost 7 feet long, and placed it on the dining room table. Kristen set the table with plates, glasses, napkins, spoons, forks, and knives. Travis opened up the $700 bottle of wine and let it breathe.
Another 45 minutes went by and they pulled her out for the final time. They placed the roasting pan on the counter. The meat thermometer read 170 degrees.
"170. Perfect. She's done! Now, this is tricky, but she needs to be taken out of the pan pronto so she doesn't keep cooking. Just put her right on the cutting board."
The men put latex gloves on. Travis grabbed her arms, Stan took the legs and they carried her out into the dining and laid her face up on the cutting board. Juices dripped, marking the path and the sheet of aluminum at the breasts fell off. They placed the arms at the sides. Kristen then covered the whole body with a large sheet of foil like a blanket, and went to finish the side dishes;
"Let her sit for 30 minutes. That will give time for the meat to firm up. She'll taste better and be easier to carve."
The men brought the side dishes our to the dining room table while Kristen scooped out the juices from the roasting pan,. They would be used as gravy. 30 minutes passed and it was finally time to eat. Stan pulled the long sheet of foil off of Sarah's body. He unwrapped the foil from her hands and feed and rubbed the carving knife and fork together. Before he sliced away, he made a toast;
"What a great day with great people. Me and my wife have waited a long time for this, and to be able to dine on the flesh of a beautiful young, healthy woman, Travis, we are forever grateful."
Kristen clapped happily and Travis responded; "It was my pleasure. I'd do it all again."
And with that, Stan began carving. He sliced pieces of meat off of her upper arms and placed them in the serving bowl. He sliced away at her thighs, carving piece after piece of delicious steaks and as Travis watched, he decided he would try it and called dibs on a thigh steak. Next were the calves, then Kristen rolled her on her side and held her in place while Stan carved slices of rump roast. Finally, with a hack saw, Stan cut right through Sarah's bone just above the right ankle and placed her right foot on Kristen's plate. The left foot was his.
"A little appetizer for Kris and I, but feel free to help yourself. Dig in!"
They all made their way around the table and loaded their plates with the side dishes. Travis placed a piece of thigh steak on his place, cut off a small piece and tasted it.
"Oh my God. This is fuckin delicious!"
Stan and Kristen laughed.
"I told you! My wife is the best in the kitchen."
"I'll say. I mean I know I'm hungry, but I am blown away. Tastes like a much better, more tender piece of pork."
As Travis gorged down his thigh steak, Kristen was polite with her manners;
"I hope you don't mind, but the knife and fork isn't going to work for this."
"I don't mind at all! Enjoy!"
Kristen took Sarah's cooked and severed right foot in her hands. She remembered that morning on the subway, the first time she and Stan saw Sarah in person. Her right leg was crossed over the left and her head was buried in her phone as she slowly twirled that foot around. Now, she took a bite ans savored the taste. Delicious.
Stan enjoyed the left foot and as they all settle in and started to enjoy their Thanksgiving dinner, they talked about how they would divide Sarah's possessions. Stan and Kristen would keep Sarah's purse and everything inside of it along with her shoes, socks, jeans and sweater. Travis was happy with her underwear so he would bring the bra and panties back home with him.
They ate heartily throughout the day. The men watched the football games while Kristen cleaned up the kitchen. There was still work to be done. They had do dispose of her remains, but that would be for later. For now, they relaxed with full, satisfied bellies.