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 No.19259

Here a quick, short story i wrote. Please be placid with my strange grammar wording and spelling errors, english is not my native language. And i wrote the story very fast, as i had to get it out of my head.

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Sakura and Tomoyo went home after scool when Sakura saw an old lady trying to cross the street. She had two big bags full of groceries

and was barely able to lift them.
"You can go home, i will just help the lady, carry her stuff home. She leves in my neighborhood and does not have anyone else." said

Sakura.
"You are so nice, as always. See you tomorrow" said tomorry and waved her goodbye.

At home she already missed Sakura that much, that she had do call her. But Sakura did not pick up her mobile. After she tried it a few

times, she got anxious. She could not just wait and and went straight towards Sakuras house. On her way she again tried to phone her. To

her surprise, she heard Sakuras ringtone from a nearby dustbin. She looked around and as nobody looked she opened the dustbin. On top she

saw a garbage bag filled with clothes Tomoyo immediately recognized. It was Sakuras school uniform. Shocked she directly went to the

house where the dustbin belonged to and ringed the bell until somebody opened the door.

The old Lady from before opened the door just so far that she could see, who would disturb her. "We don't buy anything. Go away" she said

and slammed the door.
It was just for a split second, but Tomoyo saw in the background a naked bound and gagged figure kneeling on a counter. She had

immediately recognized, that this was Sakura.
She ringed the bell again and banged the door, but there was no reaction inside.

Tomoyo was desparate. So she called Sakuras home, because it was nearby and she could expect help the fastest way. Sakuras father picked

up the phone.
"Hello Tomoyo, what's up?" "Sakura is in danger! The old lady! She captured her. She will…" "Please calm down. What old lady? What

happened?" The old Lady from the Neighborhood! Sakura helped her and now she kidnapped her! We must call the police." "Tomoyo, please

stay calm. If it's the same Lady i know, she is totally harmless. Lets not make more of a story of it than necessary, before we know

more. I will immediately come to where you are."

After a few long minutes Fujitaka met Tomoyo before the house. "Here, she said excitedly, "Her clothes, i found them in this trashbin".
"That is indeed strange, Sakura had never the habit to remove her clothes in public." "Of course not! Quick, it's this door, lets get

inside."
"Ok, ok, perhaps the lady knows more." said Fujitaka and ringed the doorbell.

Again the door opened and the old Lady appeared.
"Ah, are you her father? You should learn your daughter some manners, she almost upset the whole neighborhood."
"No, she isn't my daughter, i'm Sakuras Father, I'm sure you know her. I wanted to ask you, if you have seen her."
"Sakura? i don't know, who this should be. Tell her to be quiet and go away." She said harshly. But before she could close the door,

Tomoyo slipped inside. The lady darted behind her, and grabbed her arm before she could come far. Meanwhile also Fujitaka had entered the

House. "Sorry, for her behaviour, but we are a little bit worried. She found Sakuras Clothes in your dustbin, so we thought you might

know something about her whereabouts." "Does she always do through other peoples trash? She really needs some manners. And for this

Sakura, if you find her, tell her, she should not use other peoples trashbin, if she feels like going naked." Tomoyo, still held by the

Lady nearly exploded "She isn't that kind of girl. Someone must have undressed her!"

Fujitaka said "Please calm down, we won't come further with anger. Here i have the photo from her students card."
"Never seen her. Now please leave my house, i have some cooking to do".
"May i ask, what you are cooking?" Fujitaka asked.
"Sakura! She is cooking Sakura, i know it" interrupted Tomoyo.
"Quiet, girl, i am just cooking piglet."

Fujitaka hesitated a moment
"Hmm.. may we see, what you are cooking? We promise, will go away, if it is, as you tell"
"You really are too noisy. But if can't get rid of you otherwise"

She let Tomoyos arm go and went into her kitchen. The others followed. In the Kitchen beneath a big counter there was a very large oven

gleaming red. And in the oven they could clearly see a girl, hands bound behind her back, kneeling in a baking tray. They only could see

her back and her behind, supplied with some large vegetable in pussy and ass. Her hands were decorated by paper cuffs like on pultry. She

was surrounded by vegetables and potatoes. The oven was obviously at full power. Her skin was already reddened and was glistening from

fat. From the pan she was sitting in, smoke had already begun to rise.

"There i knew it, it's Sakura!" Tomyoy shouted and tried to sprint to the oven, but again was held back by the iron grip of the Lady.
"I see some discrepany to what you said, this is clearly not a piglet." said Fujitaka.
"Did i say piglet? i mean girl. I always use the word piglet, when i cook a girl. And it is not your daughter, of course. It's some girl

i bought yesterday in the market."
"It's Sakura, i recognize this butt within 1000 butts."
"Young girl, apart from what your expertise in girl behinds might say about you, do you want to call me a liar? I bought her from the

local market…"
"They don't sell girls on the market."
"…i mean she volunteered. She came yesterday and insisted on becoming my dinner."

"Do you mind, if i find your story a little bit dubious?" said Fujitaka. "This behind reminds me in fact a lot of my daughter."
"Do you think, just because i am old and fragile you can bully me and call me a liar? Get out already. I have work to do. I have to baste

the roast. My grandchildren, ehm, Tommy and Annika will come in two hours. They were looking so forward to this girl roast. They will be

sad, if it burns."
"We stay until we have seen her face. Take her out of the oven NOW" said Tomoyo.
"Ah do what you want…" said the lady and let her arm go as she went to the oven.
She opened the door and a big heat immediatly streamed into the kitchen. With two oven mittens the lady slid the pan out of the oven and

set her with ease onto the counter. On the pan sat Sakura, an apple in her mouth, her eyes half closed, clearly not fully conscious.

There was a small skewer piercing both of her small tits, garnsished with onions and peppers, so that the skewer looked like some sick

sort of nipple kebap. Below the skewer her belly had some unnatural bulge.

Tomoyo went pale. Only Fujitaka kept his cool:
"With all due respect, this IS my daughter Sakura. And i do not think, she volunteered to this without asking me first."
"Ah, is she now? I did not recognize her from the photo." The lady said unmoved and began basting Sakura with a brush. As she touched the

skewer with her brush, Sakuras eyes widened. She recognized Tomoyo and her father and tried to wiggle free from her bonds and tried to

speak thorogh the apple in her mouth.

"She lives! Quick, remove the apple. She did not volunteer, she can tell us. This shoudl be prove enough".
"The apple stays," said the Lady, continuing her work on Sakuras body."its in the reciepe."
As she went downwards towards her pussy, Sakura whimpered in agony.
"Could you stop and free her at last? You have no right to cook her. She never volunteered".
"Don't interrupt me, or i will forget a place. I'm done in a second, then we can talk."
Fujitaka said to Tomoyo: "She is right, let her finish, then she is perhaps more relaxed and cooperative with us."


"Correct. You don't want to ruin the roast. As i said, she volunteered, and would surely be sad."
She hummed to herself while finishing the basting of her backside and her ass.

After this, the lady opened the oven door.
"Wait, you want to put her back? No, never!" cried Tomoyo.
Ignoring Tomoyos protests, the old lady placed Sakura back in the oven, this time facing outwards.
Sakura muffled crieas became more intense, as she felt the heat again.
With a slam the lady shut the oven door and turned the heat up by 20 degrees.
"You do not want the roast to cool out."
"I must agree, the meat would become dry" added Fujitaka.

Fujitakaa looked through the oven door at his daughter sitting in the middle of the sizzeling pan.
"My, how my little girl has grown. And i never noticed that she was pregnant"
Here the old lady smiled for the first time.
"She only seems pregnant. This is just stuffing."
"Stuffing? How did you get so much stuffing into my little princess?"
"Look!" she said and produced a strange mechanism. It looked like a pear with a screw on the shaft. The pear itself consists of 4

segments that spread up, when the screw was screwed.

(remark from the author: google "Pear of anguish", i meant something like tis)

Tomoyo went pale and nearly fainted.

"This is my pussy spreader. An old kitchen item i herited from my grandma. You push it into the pussy and then you screw until it gets

harder. Then you screw a little bit more until you think, it will break. Then you can add two turns and you have a lot of room for

stuffing. They always seem pretty tight, but at that age, they are surprisingly flexible.
When stuffed, you remove it with a plop and quickly plug it with a large leek or something."
She obviously enjoied talking about cooking.

"But be aware that they tend to scream a lot during this. Your girl here screemed like being spitted alive." She said laughing.
"Yes, she always was a little crybaby. I remember when she skinned her knee while…"

"Could we please return to the topic!", Tomoyo interrupted.

"Topic?"

"Yes, the 'stop cooking Sakura' Topic!" said Tomoyo amgry.

"You are right, i don't think she has a lot more time."
Sakura had her eyes half closed and seemed to be in a sort of trance. Smoke rose from her body and the fat on her rump was glistering.
"And she is starting to smell delicious" added Tomoyo in horror.

"You are right, quite delicious! So, I am quite fond of my little princess and would still prefer her not to die as a roast in your

oven."

"And what about my poor grandchildren? Shall they suffer hunger?"

"How about you cook Tomoyo here. Tomoyo, how about you show the lady your body. I'm sure, you do not have to hide behind my daughter from

the culinary point of view"

"Wait…What…!?!"

"Thaks for the offer, she looks tasty, but i already spent 2 hours on your brat here. I won't let it go to waste. Also, my grandchildren

will be here soon. What should i tell them, when the meat is still raw?"

"She has a point."

"And thats not the only point against this deal!" added Tomoyo, not at all pleased by Fujitakas offer,

"How about you could go to McDoodles, children love this."

"Timmy doesn't".

"Wait.." interjected Tomoyo, "What was the neame of your grandchildren?"

"Timmy and ….ehm Tommy and….The other one."

"You don't have any grandchildren, admit it!"

"And if? I am an lonely old lady. Is it illegal for lonly old ladies to grab some child to eat it?"

"In fact, yes, it is."

"Bah, you are some spoilsport…" said the lady and opened reluctantly the oven door, pulling Sakura out.

Sakura did barely notice anything her breathing was flat but she was alive. Slowly she opened her eyes.

"Daddy….Tomoyo…what happened?…."

"Shhh, we are going home now. everything's OK."

Fujitaka lifted Sakura from the scorching hot pan. He almost burned his finges on her hot skin.

As he wanted to remove the leek from her pussy, the lady interjected.
"Don't you dare removing this here. The filling will spill out. I don't want to have the mess on my carpet. Get out with her. At once."

As they left the house Fujitaka was caerfully looking at his girl. It was ages, that he was carriying her naked like this, her nude form

leaning against his body. The skewer was still piercing her nipples, as he did not dare to remove it. A sweet fragrance came from here,

maybe from the marinade, maybe from her nearly cooked body.

Fujitaka let Sakura down and told Tomoyo:
"Could you hold her a moment? I have to call Toya." After releasing Sakura, he absentmindedly licked his finges, that were full of

Sakuras marinade and basting, maybe also a little bit of her juices. He stood silent for a moment. Then he took his phone and dialed

Toyas number.

"Toya, we will be home any moment. Could you preheat the oven, please?….Yes, i know, Sakura has kitchen duties. Of course. And she will

provide tonights dinnner.", he said smiling at Sakura.

"Come princess, we have to go home. Toya is waiting for dinner."

"But….dad…i am not sure, if i can eat anything, i feel ….so full….already. And i feel cold. "

Fujitaka looked at her belly.

"Sure you do not need to eat today. Just relax. A nice warm place waits for you."

 No.19266

Great story

 No.19279

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…. herby updated to illustrated story.

 No.19280

very amusing. out of one oven and into another.

 No.19281

Thanks!

Here is another, alternative ending. More victims. I'm not sure, wich one is really better. Anyway, in both cases the cooking itself is mostle left for the imagination of the reader. Quite useful story telling trick, when the author is really bad at describing ;) .

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"And if? I am an lonely old lady. Is it illegal for lonly old ladies to grab some child to eat it?"

"In fact, yes, it is."

"Never heard of this"

"Listen, when you do not have grandchildren that come every minute, all you argument, that Sakura has to be cooked a faast as possible, is invalidated. You just are too lazy to start cooking something different."

"Young miss, do not call me lazy!" said the lady, now really angry.
And then to Fujitaka: "Mister, does your offer about her as a replacement still stand?"


Later:

Tomoyo was lying naked on her belly on the counter, her upper body pressed on the cold surface and her bottom sticking to the air.
"I still do not think, we ow her any replacement for Sakura" She said, trying her best to ignore the old lady applying butter with both hands on her body.

"I'm not sure, but we had to hurry. The main point is, Sakura is save. This might be the best solution for all. " Said Fujitaka, carrying Sakura in his arms. Sakura seemed still without consciousness, but well alive.

"For all but me." Tomoyo added dryly. "I hope you choke on me." said Tomoyo turning her head backwards to the lady.

"This girl has a bad mouth, your daughter seemed to have a much sweeter manner.
"Dont worry, she is a good girl. I promise, she will behave."
"I hope so. And now get out both of you, before i change my mind. My oven has place for two. And you, young miss, keep your mouth shut and concentrate on your task. Raise your bum and open your legs a little bit more."

"Sure, always a pleasure working with you." said Tomoyo with sarkasm in her voice, but did as requested.

As the lady took again the instrument she had shown before, Fujitaka preferred to leave with Sakura in his arms.

"Bye Tomoyo, be a good girl. I'm sure it will be not as bad as it seems now." said Fujitaka and quickly left the room, feeling a little bit guilty.

"Yea, will be great. The experience of my life." said Tomoyo dryly as he closed the door. "Cant wai…rrghhhh". She did not finish her sentence.

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As they left the house Fujitaka was caerfully looking at his girl. It was ages, that he was carriying her naked like this, her nude form leaning against his body. The skewer was still piercing her nipples, as he did not dare to remove it. A sweet fragrance came from here, maybe from the marinade, maybe from her nearly cooked body. Somehow Fujitaka had the sudden urge, to take a bite out of her shoulder. Instead he just carefully licked her.

Sakura slowly came to herself.
"Daddy….where am i….where is Tomoyo?"
"Shh, all is good, Tomoyo ….had a dinner invitation and cannot be here. I take you home now. Can i put you down for a moment? I have to call Toya."

Fujitaka let Sakura down on the lawn. After releasing Sakura, he absentmindedly licked his finges, that were full of Sakuras marinade and basting, maybe also a little bit of her juices. He stood silent for a moment. Then he took his phone and dialed Toyas number.

"Toya, we will be home any moment. Could you preheat the oven, please?….Yes, i know, Sakura has kitchen duties. Of course. And she will provide tonights dinnner.", he said smiling at Sakura.

"Come princess, we have to go home. Toya is waiting for dinner."

"But….dad…i am not sure, if i can eat anything, i feel ….so full….already. And i feel cold. "

Fujitaka looked at her belly.

"Sure you do not need to eat today. Just relax. A nice warm place waits for you."

 No.19283

Wow, nice story you have here.
Please continue your imaginatipn like this one ;)

 No.19285

Thanks, nice you liked it.

May i ask, which ending is better?



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