by Clemstra (2003)
Fran had been sailing with her boyfriend. Tipsy from to much to drink she'd gone overboard. She and Don had finished great sex. She gone on deck to view the night sky. Somewhat unsteady from to much drink, she looked up into the dark night sky filled with stars. You just don't see a night sky like this in New York city she thought. Then the boat was thrown high by a wave. She lost her balance and went overboard.
Struggling to remain afloat, to not take in water, to survive, she found herself hours later thrown up onto a beach. Exhausted and grateful to be alive, she welcomed the natives who found her. She fell asleep as they carried her back to their village, happy to be alive.
When she awoke, she found herself naked, clean and lying upon soft mats. She was in a hut of some kind. Young good looking men noticed her awake and started to offer her food. She wanted to talk to them. To tell them she needed to somehow let Don know she was all right. They didn't seem to understand her language. The men smiled at her, some of them started to caress her, to massage and move their hands over her body. She started to relax. She felt strong hands caressing her buttocks, awakening her sexual desire. Hands stroking and making pleasurable circles on her breasts. She fell into wave after wave of cascading pleasure as the men continued to stroke her, fondle and massage her.
They seemed to be adoring her. She wondered if they had ever seen a woman with such light skin color before? Was it her cream colored skin, her red hair or her green eyes? Did they think her some type of Goddess from the sea?
In between orgasms and the men's adoration's they fed her small morsels of food. When she thought she could eat no more they started to fondle, massage, stroke her and this time they started to kiss her. They licked parts of her and start to suck on her body. She felt mouths over her nipples sucking, a tongue probing in and out of her vagina. More waves of pleasure went through her.
They bathed Fran, afterwards letting her nap, covering her with blankets. Most of the men left, but not all. Later she would realize she was never alone. There were always at least four men in the hut to attend her. Perhaps to guard her? Or was it to prevent her escape.
When she next awoke they showed her a chamber pot to use for a restroom. They would carry it away and bathe her. Then they fed her, plying her with food as they gently massaged her. After eating, many men assemhemorrhage in the hut with her. They started to adore her, stroke her, massage her, then the kisses, the licking, the sucking. This time they followed it with sex.
A man that she thought might be some type of high priest of this tribe started to tease her with he erect penis. He stood tall, middle aged and well muscled. He moved his penis in, then slightly out of Fran's vagina, teasing her, two other men worked on her breasts. The breast men fondled and pulled slightly on her nipples.
Other men held her, moving lips over and touching her hands and arms. Her legs held wide were also being touched, stroked and kissed. All while the elder man who might be a priest teased her coming only so far into her vaginal hole each time, then slowly moving out again. She moaned, wanting to embrace his penis, unable to do so, restrained by the other men.
Finally he entered her and started to ride in and out of her. Fran felt movement and realized the other men were moving her back and fourth to further increase the movement of Penis and vagina in the sexual act.
She climaxed as the older man took a towel and cleaned her vagina, then poured honey on her clit. He bent his mouth down and licked and sucked her clit. She felt his tongue roll over her clit, over her labia into her vaginal hole. He continued till she orgasmed again. They cleaned her afterwards and let her sleep.
It became a pattern. Each time she awoke she was allowed to relieve herself, then cleaned. They would start to massage her, then stroke her to orgasm. Then came the kisses, licks and sucking in which another orgasm occurred. afterwards they now had sexual intercourse with her. Always the older man first, now others had sex with her after he had finished. She now had sex with up to ten men one after another. Each time they teased her first, then after sexual union they would wash her vagina. They would coat her vagina with honey and suck and lick her vaginal lips, her clit, labia, finally sucking and moving their tongues up into her vaginal hole.
They did this now three times a day to her. She found herself unable to object. Unable to even want to object. They plied her with food, before and after sex. They massaged her for hours afterwards and washed her. Even as she would fall soundly asleep she felt strong hands holding, kneading her legs, thighs, arms, shoulders, buttocks, breast and the rest of her.
She gradually realized that months had passed. That she was gaining weight. Her weight gain seemed to increase the sexual desire of the men, who did seem to worship her. The man she thought of as the high priest seemed most pleased by her weight gain. In their language he seemed to tell some of the men where they should concentrate on massaging her more. Where he wanted more weight gain on her. She remembered one night that in some ancient religions the man or woman who played the part of a God or Goddess, did so for only so long. That at the end of their reign, they were sacrificed and often eaten.
Old Gods and Goddess of fertility and the harvest. The more overweight they were, the better the harvest would be. The more overweight, the more fertility and luck the next year would bring, and of course the more meat for all to eat at the farewell feast. The souls were sent to heaven, the holy flesh was consumed. That the high priest or priestess and attendants would also be chefs. She understood his manner of looking at her now. With admiration befitting a holy sacrificial goddess. Admiration mixed with lust and hunger. He was checking on her progress for the feast. Probably thinking of how to best prepare her.
With all the sex, with every waking moment now controlled by the men who kept her in constant pleasure, she didn't even fear her eventual death. Part of her now looked forward to being eaten. Part of her even wished she were somehow alive to still be there as she was eaten. It was the constant sex. The constant massages, the gentle domination that had totally overcome her. The exhaustion as she fell asleep each time, still being massaged.
Probably added to her flavor and tenderness. It definitely prevented her from even desiring to escape her captors.
Each day continued as the last, each time they increased her pleasure and she gave herself over to them a little more. She now offered herself eagerly every morning and they smiled. She had been converted to understanding her holy purpose. Her thighs now looked like tender large hams. Her breasts were massive as were her tits. She guessed the gentle pulling on her nipples each time, had been to increase their size. Her buttocks was huge, she needed help in standing now.
For the first time in, she no longer knew how long, they removed her from the hut. They put her on a dais and carried her to a building in the center of the village. This was the first time she had actually seen the village. The villagers may have been isolated, but she realized they were not primitives. Each hut had solar panels on the roof. They had electricity. As the men carried her to the hut, other men and sonren cheered and threw flowers at her. She found herself smiling and waving back. The men's leader was pleased. The Goddess understood.
From the other end of the village she saw women cheering, and a group of women carrying another dais. On it was a man of light skin, with dark hair and brown eyes. He had gained an enormous amount of weight. They'd done something to him to increase his penis size and the size of his balls, but it was Don. The wave must have capsized the boat and Don had barely managed to make it to shore. Like her he had been here in this village for how long? A year perhaps?
He must have been kept in a hut on the opposite side of the village. The village had a sacrificial God for the women and a sacrificial Goddess for the men. They would all feast well this year. She wondered if it meant the harvest was supposed to be doubly bountiful?
They carried her in through one door of the largest building in the village. Don went in through a separate door. Her attendants brought her into what looked like an industrial style kitchen. There was a huge pit for coals, above which was a spit with restraints. A huge pot for boiling, a huge fire pit with what looked like a grill...again with restraints. Huge platters capable of holding a huge woman lined the wall and toward one end was a massive oven.
"I wonder which is for me" she thought?
They lowered her dais and helped her to stand on what looked like a huge scale. They started the counters and weights and she realized they were indeed weighing her. The numbers were in the decimal system and some other number system. Fran clearly saw, she now weighed 400 pounds. The Chef/priest announced it to the assemhemorrhage men, they cheered.
They led her to a massive and well built table near a sink and refrigerator. "To prepare me" she realized. The Chef/Priest handed her a drink in some flourish of hand movements, and she knew this too was part of the ritual. She hoped it was to stop pain. It probably was she thought. They were sending her soul to their deities. They wanted no complaints as she was their offering. No vengeful or rebellious soul. She took the cup thanking him. He may not have understood English, but he understood her voice inflection and manner. She drank it all. It was sweet tasting, almost cloyingly so.
She felt dizzy and they put her on the table and spread her legs. Lying her down in a certain position they started again to massage her, lick her, kiss and suck on her. Then the high priest teased and had sex with her, his penis moving in and out to her sounds of pleasure. She forgot everything but the men one by one mounting her, fucking her, making love, adoring her this way, one last time. It took hours, every adult male in the village was probably having her one last time. In the end the Chef/priest took her one last time, and they started to clean her.
This time they cut off her long red hair and gave a long strand to each man in the village. Each man wore it, for luck she guessed. She felt them carefully shaving her pussy...it felt pleasurable. She felt a tube being inserted up her anus, felt a rush of water and then a sucking motion. "Their cleaning my digestive track" and she guessed they wouldn't have to cut her open then. It wasn't bad, the strange enemas were actually rather nice. Another tube was put up her vaginal hole, they were douching her. She saw them bring something white, a white liquid container which they attached the tube in her anus to.
"I must be clean, maybe this is to stop and flavor the stomach and intestines." The liquid felt cold and strange in her. Her stomach and intestines felt almost as if they were separate from her now. They removed the tubes and started to lather her with creams and gels. They washed her clean and her body hair went with the water and residue. She was bald, totally hairless. They put each of her hands and her feet in trays with some type of liquid. It felt as if it was massaging her toenails and fingernails. Disolvenent, she wondered if they were dissolving her fingernails and toenails. She found herself without nails when they removed her fingers and toes from the trays.
She lay back relaxed, feeling content. It was all right now, this was how it was supposed to be. The Chef/Priest bent over examining her eyes. He wanted to see if the drugs had taken effect. She smiled at him as he playfully pinched the flesh of her face. She was ready.
They coated her back with honey and spices. She was placed on a platter covered in fruits, her ankles put in restraints on long rods on either side of the platter. She resemhemorrhage a Thanksgiving turkey. Her legs, large thighs, buttocks in the air, splayed wide to allow access to her vagina, stomach, breasts, neck and head. Her wrists where attached to restraints on rods as well and she realized it gave the effect of her offering herself.
"Of course, I'm supposed to be the willing sacrifice."
Several men assisted the Chef/Priest by pouring honey on her. One had her temporarily close her eyes till the honey had coated her head and face. Once coated in honey they started to sprinkle spices and herbs over her body. Then they started to coat her body with berries and slices of fruit. The Chef/Priest was slowly stuffing her anus with stuffing mix. She could feel his fingers gently moving the stuffing mix up into her intestine's and stomach.
He then slowly inserted a big carrot up her anus. There was something sticking out of the carrot. She wasn't certain what. He took a mix of honeyed fruits and candied sweets and started to stuff her vaginal hole. Her womb now was a dessert. He put a large sweet yam coated in honey in her vaginal hole to seal it. Something stuck out of the end of the Yam. It looked like whatever it was in the end of the carrot stuck up her anus.
The Chef/Priest gently started to stroke Fran's Clitoris, perhaps giving another orgasm before the final seasonings and putting her into....the oven. She guessed she was going into the large oven. She moaned in ecstasy, honey dripping into her mouth from off her face. He took something and put it on her clitoris. A covering of some type? Perhaps to protect her Clit from over cooking?
Looking pleased he poured honey with spices over her vaginal lips, and labia. Then he started skillfully putting in berries.
This done, she learned what the things sticking out of the carrot and yam were for. He touched the end of the thing that was in the carrot and she felt vibrations. It was vibrating the carrot in her anus, it felt nice. He moved over and touched the thing in the yam and the yam plugging her vaginal hole started to vibrate causing her to moan in greater intensity. She felt a slight pressure over the cap on her clitoris as his fingers pushed something and the cap over her clit began to vibrate. Fran felt increasing waves of pleasure from three different sources as he gently but firmly stuffed a large apple in her mouth.
Her last coherent thought before waves of pleasure washed over her again and again was "where did they get the apple? Apples don't grow naturally in this part of the world."
She felt the tray being lifted and heard the large oven door open. Her tray was slid inside and the oven door closed. It was silent in the oven, silent and cold as through the glass oven window, she saw the chef/priest pull up a chair and sit down to watch her smiling. He reached to touch and turn something and she knew it wouldn't be cold for much longer. She only hoped it wouldn't be painful as the oven began to heat and she continued to feel orgasms, one after another.
The Chef/Priest turned the knob to preheat. He let it heat up to the first setting. He let her body adjust and accept the heat without complaint. All the while he could see her enjoying herself with the vibrators sending her into spasms of pleasure. He turned the knob to the next higher setting of temperature and the oven heated a little more. He continued to do this, each time waiting to let her body adjust to the heat.
There would be no sour taste of pain in the flesh. The drugs and vibrators had taken care of any fear or horror, and he was right there to watch her and keep her company. Her soul would go with no complaint to his Gods and her flesh would yield itself most willingly to it's destiny. Holy flesh for a holy feast.
At some point her eyes showed exhaustion so he slid her out for a brief period and turned the vibrators off, removing them as their job was done. He ladled her body with more honey and playfully brushed her clit one last time before poring sauce on that delicious little pearl. He put her back in the oven and waited as she started to fall asleep. He turned the oven up to the next setting.
Fran felt the oven grow warmer as she continued to experience orgasm after orgasm. She saw the Chef/Priest watch her through the oven glass. He seemed to wait before turning the heat up each time. She felt warmer, juices dripping from her body mixed with the honey and fruit covering her. She could smell the scent of the honey and fruit mixed with her own body. The heat increased and she felt a tickling sensation in her vagina. It felt like a bubble forming and popping. It was pleasurable, he'd increased the temperature gradually so her body wouldn't even realize it was cooking till the pain centers had been destroyed.
She was beginning to feel cozy and happy. She thought she might like to nap. He opened the oven door and slid her out. He removed the vibrators and ladled her body with more honey, sprinkling more spices on her. She saw vapors come off her body and realized she could smell herself starting to cook. "I smell so delicious" she thought. As he removed the vibrator over her Clitoris he playfully stroked it one last time before covering it in honey, spices and berries. Then he slid her in the oven and sat back down to watch her.
He smiled at her, she wished she could smile back and tell him she hoped he would enjoy her. The men in the village had done their job well. The long term intense pleasure, had an effect on her mental state. Combined with the drug they had given her in the drink and the comfort she felt as she baked, she had no reason to panic, or even attempt an escape. Some might call it brain washing with physical conditioning. We fight pain, we give into pleasure. She saw him turn the oven knob to the next highest setting. She closed her eyes for a nap she knew she would never awaken from. Her dreams as she fell asleep were of being served, golden brown on the platter to ooo's and ah's as the assemhemorrhage men hungrily looked upon her, then started carving and eating her.
Fran fell asleep, he increased the heat slightly. Her breathing stopped, so he finally increased the heat to the full cooking temperature and watched her continue to cook. Her bodies juices sizzling, dripping and taking in the fruit flavor to mix with her flesh. He collected some of her bodies juices to make gravy and other fine dishes for the feast. Then he turned his back and let her body cook while he and his helpers completed the preparation for the feast.
That night she was laid out on the men's communal table. Honey glazed, Fran's pearl colored skin had darkened to a fine golden brown. The smell of her cooked flesh brought salivation from everyone, as did the beauty of her ample cooked form. Her bountiful breasts gleamed with honey, ornamented with fruit. Her nipples stood out as if to invite someone to sink their teeth into them, and there was discussion on who would get certain prized portions of her. With an apple still in her mouth, her eyes closed as they had in the oven as she went to sleep, they began to carve off slices of her flesh. Fine slices of rump, of tender succulent thigh meat. Her large breasts, perfectly marhemorrhage brought joy to every man and boy who dined upon them.
The Chef/Priest consumed her cunt, remembering the joy she and he had in sex. The pearl of her womanhood had cooked without damage and was excellent as was the rest of her. He consumed with great joy her entire vagina, then took a fine slice of her breast meat. Then a slice of her rump roast and finally her green eyes. She was now in his Deities heaven, her flesh was now theirs for consumption. Her checks, her lips, tongue and eyes were consumed. The men recalled how they had kissed that sweet face and now were eating it, eating her.
They saved her internal organs for a breakfast feast the next day. Each organ to be made into a separate dish, with plenty of gravy for biscuits. Her gleaming bones would be turned in to amulets, buttons, other useful and sacred items.
At the other end of the great hall, the women and girls consumed her boyfriend Don. It could be said they went to the after life together, in a matter of speaking.