Broken Angel

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by Clemstra (2003)

The small plane sputtered and died over the rough mountain landscape. Snow capped peaks of stone met the plan as it descended downward. Passengers caught all at once unawares, panicked, screamed, prayed briefly in the few seconds left them. The plan crashed into a fiery explosion on the jagged peak of one of the mountains.

Most died instantly, their screams cut off in the impact. A few were thrown free from the crash, only to lay in the cold high altitude, to die of their injuries. Tammy was one of the survivors.

How long she would survive? A few hours, perhaps a few days at most. In the remote mountainous region, with a blizzard moving in, it would be many days before help could come. With her injuries, she wouldn't last more then a few days, less with exposure to the cold.

'So cold', it felt so cold as she lay on the snow and ice, her head was bleeding and her abdomen was badly bruised. She felt pain all over but worse in her stomach. Worse still, was the cold. So cold, if only she could be warm.

They had spotted the plane crash. The smoke and fire was like a beacon, drawing them in. They were predators, so to them this was an invitation to a feast. They had not caused the plane crash, had not killed the passengers. They could claim the dead, the cargo and give comfort to dying.

Leonard was on of the first to the crash. He found Tammy lying in the snow and ice. She had a gash in her head and looked up with a plea in her eyes.

She was in pain, 'so cold' she gasped out.

He bent down to examine her. His senses told him she had brain damage, her kidney's were done for, as was her liver. Even had medical help been available, she wouldn't live long.

'Cold, it's cold' she shivered, her body beginning to show signs of shock.

He gently brushed her fine yellow blonde hair back with his hand. She reminded him of what an angel might look like. An angel with broken wings, her body broken. Well, he'd set her free to fly again. Set her free the only way he could. 'I'll bring you somewhere nice and warm.'

He put his fingers in back of her head at the base and barely unhinged his claws. He put the tips into her skin, injecting a substance to calm her, and end the pain. He felt her body start to relax, her pupils started to widen in relief, then pleasure and joy.

She smiled, looking up at him with wide blue eyes, fine long blonde lashes on her pink skin. 'Thank you.'

He smiled back. 'What's your name pretty lady?'

'Tammy' she offered, further relaxing as the pain and cold left her.

'Tammy, I'm bringing you home for my families Thanksgiving. Would you like that?'

'I was going home for Thanksgiving when the plan crashed.'

'I'm sorry you won't make it, but I promise it will be nice and warm and no more pain. Does that sound good to you Tammy?'

Some of her awareness was already beginning to fade. She wasn't certain if this was reality or a dream. 'Yes, that sounds nice,' she said as she drifted off into darkness.

He gently picked her up and started to carry her home. She was soft and nicely endowed, some good fat to meat ratio he thought. He could sense the ratio of white fat to brown fat on her...just perfect. It would be one of the best Thanksgivings his family had ever had.

Little Susie and her brother Timothy were coloring in the coloring book their parents had given them. Their mother was fixing pies and potatoes, greens and daddy had said he would bring back the main dish. There had been a big fiery explosion miles away, which meant food of a very special kind. It was their favorite prey they would dine on this day.

The door opened and in came their daddy. In his arms was a blonde woman, nice and plump. The woman had blood staining her blonde yellow hair, her clothes were torn and she was bruised.

'Daddy, is she our Thanksgiving dinner tonight?' Little Timothy asked.

'Yes, she's a little angel whose body is broken. We're going to free her from her broken body and have a fine feast in the process.'

'Is she in pain?' Little Susie asked.

'No, daddy's taken care of that dear. I promised her she'd be nice and warm, with no pain.'

He carried their dinner into the kitchen. He and mom would prepare her for dinner. Little Timothy and Susie could hardly wait. She looked so tender, her fine soft pink skin would brown so nicely. They were sure she'd make such nice gravy, the juices dripping from her yummy body.

They undressed her. Her clothing could be washed and salvaged. Perhaps they could make something new from her clothes. If not, pieces of her clothing would end up in a quilt blanket. She had regained conciouesness when they set her out in the kitchen.

'It's all right dear. We're just cleaning you up,' his wife Levinia told her.

She wasn't in pain, wasn't frightened, just confused as they gently washed her body. She moaned in pleasure as they gently removed her hair, especially in her crotch. Her yellow hair would make such nice embroidery thread.

Leonard injected her with more pain killing relaxant to make certain she'd be fine. Her eyes went wide with pleasure and she sighed as she relaxed on the kitchen table.

Alvin took the cleaning tubes and hooked them up to the sink, with one end in the drain and the final part of the tube to clean her out. They made certain the water was luke warm with soap.

Tammy heard a whoosh sound and felt warm liquid go up her anus. It felt strange as her stomach seemed to expand for a short time, then she felt pressure as her stomach and intestines expelled waste matter. She was a little confused.

'It's all right now Tammy, we're just cleaning you up nice and proper for dinner tonight. You don't want to be dirty now do you?' It was the nice man who'd found her at the crash site. He stroked her now bald head and then kindly stroked the side of her face smiling at her.

'No, I wouldn't want to ruin your Thanksgiving by being dirty.' She told him, smiling up at him and his nice wife.

They put the tubes up her vagina next and again the nice warm water. An erotic tingling sensation went through her as the warm douche cleaned her. Then they took different tubes and put warm red wine up her anus and vagina.

'Here dear, try some.' Levina gave her a small glass of the wine. It was very good tasting.

'It's our own home made wine. It will marinate you from the inside so nicely.' The woman smiled at Tammy.

'There we go Tammy, now I need to stuff you nice and proper.' Levinia's husband spread Tammy's legs. Tammy wondered about that as she felt them start to stuff her anus with the stuffing mix, pushing it up into her intestines and stomach with a long stick. It felt odd, strange but not bad really.

'I'll do the other part while you get everything else ready,' the man told his wife.

Tammy felt him gently but firmly putting a carrot up her ass. 'To keep the stuffing in,' he told her.

'Oh, am I the turkey then?' Tammy was certain this was some strange dream.

'No, your our Thanksgiving angel fallen to earth. But we'll send you back to heaven in warmth and joy.'

'Oh that's nice,' she moaned as he parted her vaginal lips and started to gently put stuffing up her vaginal hole. He used a stick to move it up each time. She felt an orgasm as he stuffed her, his fingers occasionally stroking her vaginal hole as he did so.

He put a large peeled onion in her vaginal hole, sealing the stuffing in. Then he stroked her clit bringing her to another climax.

'This little pearl is all mine for eating,' he told her.

Levinia brought over the melted butter mixed with powdered sage, salt, marjoram, thyme and paprika. They coated her body with it till she gleamed. The brushes they used lingered over her now erect nipples, and the man stroked her clit several more times, basting her womanly pearl with extra care. She moaned in sweet ecstasy.

They looked at her laid out on the platter. Her pink skin glistened with melted butter. Her nipples erect, an onion stuffed in her vagina, a carrot in her anus. her pouty lips relaxed in a smile. Her large breasts, soft thighs and stomach, the fine rump. She looked mouth watering. They put a little onion ring on each of her toes and fingers. It would add to their flavor they told her.

'You look perfect for Thanksgiving' Levina told her.

'Happy Thanksgiving' she told them. Tammy felt nice, so nice now, though a little cold.

'Now Tammy we're going to put you in a nice warm oven. You look so tired, why not just relax and take a nice nap dear.' The nice lady told her as they put her in the oven pan. They opened the large metal oven and slid her in. They closed the door, it was dark inside and warm.

She was very weak from internal blood loss, her brain injury was worsening. She didn't realize any of this as her body could no longer relay pain messages to her. She felt relaxed, happy and in the afterglow of the orgasms she'd experienced in being prepared, she drifted off to sleep. It was so nice and warm, just perfect for a little nap. She was certain when she awoke the plane would have landed and she could go home for Thanksgiving.

She went to sleep, drifting off with pleasant dreams. As the heat slowly increased in the oven, her injuries killed her. She would never awaken, not in this world.

The smell of delicious cooking meat, the scent of baked woman flesh with spices filled the home. The sonren excitedly listened to their parents tell stories of how they had come to colonize this place. They joyously greeted their grand parents, and the family took joy in the moment. Wonderful companionship of relatives, a warm house, the smell of fine cooking meat.

Tammy's body cooked up to a nice golden brown, the juices dripped and sizzled from her. Her face had a nice relaxed half smile, she had died in happiness, warm and in no pain. Leonard had kept his promise to her. Levinia used some of Tammy's cooked juices to make a fine human gravy for the mashed potatoes.

They all sat down with the side dishes, and in the center the nicely cooked body of Tammy. Her breasts less large as some of the fat had cooked out. Her fine tender rump, thighs, stomach and arms...her body seemed to call to them to feast on her.

They all said grace, thanking the creator of all for this bountiful feast. They prayed Tammy was in a better place now, and thanked her for her gift of her flesh. They were good predators, they hadn't taken her before her time. They hadn't caused the plane crash, but they had helped the survivors to die less painful deaths.

They all chatted happily as Leonard, carved off fine slices of Tammy. Little Timmy always liked tender thighs and Tammy's were most succulent. Little Susie preferred some rump roast, grandfather always liked breast meat and even with some of the fat gone, Tammy had fine meaty breasts. Levinia had some upper arm meat, most tender and moist. Leonard had the vaginal steak, tender and nice...her womanly pearl not overly cooked.

There were plentiful portions for all and excellent stuffing in her body with the internal organs. They would have left overs from Tammy for more then a week. It was the best Thanksgiving.

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