Everybody Loves Hot Food.

They say that revenge is sweetest when served cold, personally, I like hot food.... Her family had been responsible for the ruination of my ancestors; their actions were calculated and callous. They enjoyed the game that wound up destroying them. Their eldest daughter, Lisa was beautiful, she was the epitome of a society girl, she grew up with every advantage and the best schooling money could buy. She was getting married in just two weeks, and through my own devices, I had been employed as the head chef of the exclusive catering house, Dolcett Catering. The affair was to be the society event of the year, and I would see to it that the food was, well, special.... For the last two months, I had befriended their younger daughter, Wendy. She is strikingly beautiful, blonde, tall, thin, with big, fluid blue eyes, and a smile that radiates sex. At 24 years of age, she was at the pinnacle of her sexuality. I had made sure that she was introduced to every sexual perversion that I could imagine, and she followed my lead like a trained dog. Nothing was off her charts. I had mentioned some very Dark fantasies, and she only seemed to be more excited by them, so my plan should be easy to carry out. Wendy was the polar opposite of her older sister, Lisa. She flaunted her steaming sensuality, I got her interested in wearing the most erotic fetish clothing I could imagine, and she took to it like a duck to water. Just two days ago, she appeared at my house wearing a skin tight pink latex catsuit, with attached gloves, feet, and open faced hood. Her legs were so beautifully covered with near crotch-high black vinyl boots sporting a 2 inch platform and nearly 7 inch heels. Her waist bore a wide, cincher belt that drew her already tiny waist down to only 18 inches. When I saw a bulge under the crotch zipper of her suit, I asked her what it was, she proudly opened the zipper, exposing the end of what she was impaled with. It was a 10 inch long dildo made of silicon rubber, and heavily ribbed. She made sure to pull it out and push it back in several times as I watched her moan in ecstacy. We spent the rest of the day and evening engaging in every sexual perversion I could imagine, even when I needed to go to the bathroom, she willingly opened her mouth wide and took my piss down her throat, so as not to waste it in a toilet. It was time to get her used to my passion, her pain. I took her into the den and showed her a noose made of soft, bright red, silky rope that hung from the ceiling. She looked both scared, and strangely excited at the prospects it posed. She asked, “What is that for?” I smiled and said, “Your neck, my dear.” Without hesitation, I opened the noose up and held it at her head’s height. She walked forward and placed her head fully into it. I could see her flushed passions igniting. I pulled the free end of the rope, tightening the noose around her tender flesh. She let out a soft ‘OOOH” as it hit its mark. “Give me your hands, my love,” I asked. She placed her latex covered hands dutifully behind her back, clasping them together. I took a pair of handcuffs off the table nearby and clicked them onto her wrists, there was no complaint, nor words spoken. I then placed a small wooden box in front of her. “Step up, my love,” I asked. Holding her for stability, she stepped onto the box and steadied herself. The box was only about a foot high, and about a foot and a half wide. I took the free end of the rope and again tightened it so that the noose would be pulling slightly on her neck. She moaned softly as it reached its desired tension. I let her go, and stood back to watch her beauty as she stood so still, not knowing what was to come. My excitement was rousingly obvious, my cock was swelling and begged to be satisfied. Standing in front of her, I could only think of her beauty, not her ultimate fate. I began to pleasure myself as she looked at me, her willingness to satisfy, obvious as always. “Master, what would you have of me?” she asked. “How may I please you?” “Wendy, it would please me greatly if you would kick the box out from under you and step off of it, hanging by your tender neck.” I softly asked. “Yes, master.” she replied. Immediately, Wendy did as asked, she took a deep breath, smiled at me lovingly, and stepped from the box, kicking it away as she slipped downward. I had pretied a knot into the noose so that it would tighten a bit, but not enough to cause real harm to her, at least, not this time. She swung there, inched from the floor, in an agony so erotic that I could see her passions ignite like a five- alarm fire. My cock grew instantly; her torment was driving me to unknown heights of arousal. I allow her to swing for about a minute; she was starting to weaken, so I let her down, cradled her in my arms and kissed her so passionately and with all the erotic lust that was within me. Then, my inner voices said to me, “She’s ready.” You see, I am going to cook her for the main course dinner and fed her to her family, unknown to them, of course.....For my added pleasure, she will obviously not know that she is to be cooked, or that she is to be executed in a most horrific, and pleasurable way. . . . For me! The big day was almost here, tomorrow the wedding of the year is happening, and it’s time to get things started. I waited until the kitchen was empty, and sent a text message to her asking her to meet me. At once, she shot back her reply, YES, as I had expected. I then texted her with details of an erotic evening that I had planned for her and to dress accordingly. “ YES” was my reply. Good, all is in motion. Wendy arrived about an hour later, looking radiant as always. She had chosen a very small pleated school girl skirt and a white, sheer tie top, with a pair of platform fuck-me-heels, my favorite kind of outfit. Too bad, she wouldn’t be wearing it too long. I took her in my arms and kissed and fondled her, just to set the mood. I then offered her a glass of fine wine from the catering halls own cellar. She accepted it and drank to my health. How ironic, indeed. She had no way of knowing, but I had added just enough scopolamine to put her into a dream like state, free of fear, but still very awake. It worked quickly, within 20 minutes she was very relaxed, a bit tired, and no longer in control of herself .I ordered her to bend over the serving counter, she did so at once, and her lack of panties let me see the target of my lust. I dropped my pants and jammed my rock hard cock into her very wet and tight pussy. I pumped away for nearly 20 minutes, until I shot my load into her hot and slippery pussy for the last time. She then took her normal position on her knees and sucked my cock clean. Oh, I’ll miss this one for sure, I thought. I then told her to stand up and take all her clothes off; she did in seconds with no prompting needed. “Can you show me around the kitchen?” she asked. “I am so curious about the way you prepare your foods girls.” A bit amazed, I said yes and walked her from side to side of the kitchen. I showed her the horizontal spitting area, the vertical slide-down spit, the boiling station, the electric cooking chair, and finally the all glass oven, the kitchen’s most special item. The Broil-a Matic is all glass, about 3 feet by 4 feet, with a glass cooking tray on a slide built in. It is the deluxe model, with excellent temperature control. It can handle a full cook in as little as 45 minutes, or can be extended to almost 2 hours, if desired. I could see her excitement as she ran her hands over the glass sides and door. “How would you prepare me, if I were a food girl?” she chuckled. I explained that she would first have had to taken at least 3 enemas first, then a good scrubbing and full body shave. She would then be oiled form head to toe with the finest olive oil and then allowed to lie in the tray as she was tied and bound, to prevent second thoughts and attempted escape. Little did she know that this was closer to the truth than she realized, but all was going so well. “Well, I did take my enemas, like you always demand, before we meet, and my pussy is shaved clean, like you demand.” she answered with a laugh. I chuckled along with her and asked if she wanted to see more. “Maybe you would like to try out the vertical spit; it’s the thrill of a lifetime!” I laughed. “No, but can we play with this for a while? I would like to be prepared and feel what it must be like to be willingly roasted in this terribly erotic oven, with everyone looking at me.” I gulped hard... did she know that this was not going to be playtime? I walked to the shelves and took a gallon can of olive oil from them and returned to her. “Sure you want to do this?” I asked. “OH, yes!” she replied at once. I slid the glass tray out of the oven and let it stand there in the air. I took the oil and started to oil her from her head to her toes. She stood completely still, but had her fingers plated in her pussy much of the time. She was climaxing already. I left her head for last; her body was glistening from the fine oil. I took a handful and rubbed it into her beautiful blonde hair, slicking it down to her scalp. I massaged her face with a full handful of oil, and she was now fully oiled. “Into the tray, food girl!” I commanded. I took her hand and helped her climb in to the tray, her excitement was so obvious, her nipples were like rocks, her pussy gleaming wet and dripping. I helped her to lie down, I instructed her to pull her legs upwards to her thighs, and I fastened them together with strong fiberglass bands we have for such occasions. She was amazing, so calm and so excited. If only she knew what was to come next. I placed her hands in front of her tummy and tied a strong cord around them with several turns. She moaned with delight as the knot was pulled tight. “See, that’s what we do,” I replied. “But, what is that steel band for, next to my head?” she asked. “That locks around the neck, so that she can’t get loose, in case she starts to panic. It also is the interlock for the oven; it won’t start without it being closed.” I answered. “Well shouldn’t it be closed?” she asked. “I want to feel the whole experience,” she said. “The whole experience?” I asked her. “What do you mean?” “Well, can’t we slide me in, and just put the heat on for a short while, so I can feel the sensations begin?” My cock grew to rock hard; this was going to be easier than I had dreamed. I thought that I would need to hog tie her, and knock her out first... But this... “How hot can you make it, and still be safe?” she asked. Chuckling to myself, I answered,” I guess about 140* or so will be safe.” Her hands were busy with her clit, she was climaxing over and over as we talked. I almost felt sorry for her. “Ok, let’s go for it, but only to 140*, OK?” I replied. She shook her head yes as she came again. I took the oil and poured some more over her body, and head. I took the stainless steel band and clipped it over her neck, effectively keeping her motionless. “Ready?” I asked. “YES, PLEASE!” she cried out. I slid the tray into the oven and set the controls for 350*, with a long pause at 140*, just to make her happy. I want to keep her in the dark about her fate until the last minute; this suits my sense of revenge so well. I pulled a stool up next to the oven and sat down, the show was about to begin. ALTERNATE ENDING. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The temperature control and the thermometer are not visible to the occupant of the oven, for obvious reasons. I looked at the gauge, it was 90* inside the glass cooker. “How are you doing?” I asked. “Its 90 degrees, the temperature is starting to rise now.” “Great, this is so exciting, just like being a food girl.” She exclaimed. I could see that she was enjoying the ride, she was so beautiful, lying there in her oil filled tray, coated so slick and sexy looking, oh, if I could only fuck her once more, I thought. Her hands were still furiously manipulating her clit, and her orgasm seemed to be endless. Several minutes later, the slow rise of the oven had brought it to 110*. I could see that sweat was forming on her body, she was still Okay, but feeling the first effects of the heat. She was smiling at me, “What’s the temperature now?” she asked. “110*, are you doing Ok, Wendy?” I questioned. “Oh, yes, it’s really getting warm, I feel the heat now, this is so erotic, it’s like I’m really being cooked.” She answered. “OK, keep up the good work, you are doing great!” I reassured her. Oh, if she only knew. Fifteen minutes later, I saw that the temperature was at 127*, Wendy was sweating profusely, her face was bright red, and her breathing seemed to be a bit labored, the heat was now getting to her, and her masturbation had stopped. Her chest was moving up and down more animatedly that normal, I think she was getting scared. “Wendy, my love, are you doing Okay? It’s 127* in there, you have 13 more degrees to go, can you make it?” I asked. “Yes, I am Okay, it’s very hot, and breathing is difficult, but I want to feel it all, please don’t turn it off, I want to make the 140, please.” She said in a low voice, “It’s difficult to talk, my mouth is so dry and my tummy hurts now.” She had been in there for nearly an hour, the slowest that the cooker could be set for, and she was starting to feel it. Her tummy was cooking inside, the liquid in her stomach was cooking her from the inside, but I did not say anything, I just smiled and shook my head, “OK.” I pressed the rapid increase button, the temperature would hit 140* in just a few minutes. Less than five minutes later, I saw the gauge hit 140, Wendy was having trouble breathing, her body was turning a bright red, her eyes looked glassed over and she was not able to speak except in a very low, halting voice. The sweat was pouring from every inch of her beautiful body, her breasts had begun to leak milk as they became visibly enlarged due to the fluid expansion within. “Wendy, my love, its 140* now, you have reached your goal, are you Okay?” I asked in a mock sincerity. From now on, it’s not playtime, she will be cooked and served to her sisters guests. I looked at the gauge again, it had reached 155* and was climbing quickly. Wendy smiled at me shallowly and spoke in a soft voice, “Yes, my love, I am fine, may I please stay here until I am finished cooking?” My spine chilled at once; did she know what was happening to her all the time? Why did she allow me to do this? I felt panicky and frightened. ‘WHAT?” I screamed. “My love, I have known all the time that you were going to cook and serve me to my sister at the wedding, I know that my family ruined yours, and that we have never acknowledged or shown any remorse for your being victimized. I am willing to be that recompense for you. I fell in love with you the first minute we met, I cannot lie about that. There is no one that I would rather be taken by than you, our love and time together has been the best time of my life, and now, please take it from as my gift to you.” “When you invited me to your house, and I wore my pink latex catsuit, I willingly stepped onto the box to hang, I believed that you were intending to finish me that very day, and I was willing to let you. That is why I stepped off the box and swung for you. Since then, I have been in a constant state of arousal, anticipating when you would decide to finish me. Now, here today, I am fulfilling nor only your desires, but my wish as well. When I lay in this tray, I knew it was the end, so please allow me my desires.” Pure panic set in, I was destroying the woman I love, and for nothing but an old grudge. I hit the STOP button on the oven, the temperature gauge was now at 160*. Wendy was drifting off into her final sleep. I grabbed the door and ripped it open, and pulled the hot tray out of the glass cooker, burning my hands in the process. I grabbed a pot of cold water and slowly poured it over her bright red skin. I ripped the neck brace off of her and pulled the leg bands apart. I cradled her in my arms and lifted her sizzling body up and paced her on a nearby table. I poured more cold water on her, and gave her water to slowly sip. Slowly, she began to rally. Her hugely enlarged breasts were still pouring milk down her body; her face was swollen and bright red, as was the rest of her body. I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her lips tenderly. She opened her eyes and with a low voice said, “Are you going to serve me up now? I’m ready for you to start cutting.” “No, my darling, I will never harm you again, I love you with all my heart, I am going to marry you if you will have me. Please forgive me.” She smiled and sat upright, her bright red skin looked like terrible Florida sunburn. Smiling, she said, “Only if we can get one of these ovens for our house.”