This is my first story involving women being eaten. I think I may have biten 
off more than I could chew, but I hope you enjoy it.

Family Dinner
by snuvle


The door opened, Alice looked up from her bed. She had been locked in the 
room for two days with nothing but water to drink. In the doorway stood a 
man, in his early forties. He stood there looking her over, with a small 
subtle grin on his face. She knew that it was time for her to be prepared.


Alice's family came from a long line of pagans, who migrated to the US in 
the late 1800's. It was the tradition in her family to prepare the eldest 
daughter of each child, as a sacrifice to their pagan gods by killing her, 
then cooking and eating her remains on her twentieth birthday. Her family 
still owned a small island in the middle of the Mediterranean, where their 
ancient rituals were held. The two weeks before, she had hopped on a plane 
to Greece, and late at night she disappeared, when she met her uncle at a 
pier in secret. It would be believed that she was kidnapped or ran away be 
the authorities. In truth, it was the month of her twentieth birthday, and 
her family would be gathering that evening for their meal.


Alice, was still young, only ten when the ritual was last performed, she 
remembered hearing a cousin who was old enough to attend the ceremony, 
telling of how her cousin, lied on the table, her skin a light brown. Her 
cousin noted that the look on her face was peaceful, like she was in a state 
of pure bliss.

Her young and ample breasts were filled with gravy before she was cooked so 
they could retain their shape. Her legs were spread and her feet were tied 
together, which revealed her glorious pussy. Her pussy, was larger than 
normal, they made incisions to make connecting her clit to her ass so they 
could remove her internal organs. Then they had stuff her through her now 
enlarged cunt. Other than this, there were no cuts on her skin slender skin. 
He body was perfect.

Alice had often dreamed of the day she would be prepared and eaten by her 
family. She would often have fantasies how she would want to be prepared. 
Boiled in a soup, her body cunt into peaces and roasted over an open fire. 
Her favorite however was to be roasted slowly in an oven, and basted in her 
own juices. Her dream was about to become a reality.

"Hello, uncle." Alice said softly. "Are you ready for me yet?"

"Yes my dearest, come with me." Alice stood up and walked towards the door. 
She could see more clearly now that he wore only a white t-shirt, and a pair 
of cut off jeans. She reached over to the corner where a t-shirt lied, and 
picked it up. "You won"t need that."

She looked at him, and put the shirt down and walked out of the room, he 
guided her with his hands down the hallway to the huge kitchen. Alice had 
lived in this house all of her life; she had never seen the kitchen set up 
like this before. There was a huge table in the center. Chains hung from 
hooks off of the ceiling, and there was a huge gas oven in the corner.

By the sink, she saw her Aunt and her older cousin washing vegetables 
wearing only aprons and panties. Realizing that they were in the room, they 
turned and looked at them.

"Well, it's about time. Ron, we will wash her up and then she is all yours." 
Her Aunt said with is small grin. Both of them quickly emptied the sink as 
Alice walked over to them. She pulled herself up into the sink, as they 
began to rinse her body with water. She looked up to see a tent form in her 
Uncle's pants as he watched them wash her body. While, they were washing 
her, her Aunt paid particular close attention to Alice's torso, massaging 
her organs underneath causing them to release any urine that was in her 
system.

After they had rinsed her, her older cousin went to a drawer and pulled out 
a small knife, and began to sharpen it on a sharpener. She returned and 
began to carefully shave the hair from around her pussy, as her Aunt tied 
her hair into a bun. They stepped back, to show her to her Uncle, he nodded 
in approval, as they helped her out of the sink. And chained her in the 
center of the room.

Her Uncle and her older cousin stepped out of the room, leaving her with 
only her Aunt, who had gone back to washing vegetables. Moments later, her 
Uncle walked back into the room, behind her. She knew it was he, by his 
footsteps.

"First things first, I must grease your body." She could hear light 
footsteps come into the room. Her older cousin walked by her and placed two 
pails on the table in the center of the room she wore nothing now. Her Uncle 
walked out from behind her, he too was also naked. She could do nothing but 
look at his erect member.

He dipped his hands in the grease and began by rubbing it into her arms, 
then slowly worked his way down to her chest. He took ample time massaging 
the grease into her breasts. Her cousin started from her legs and worked her 
way up. Working the grease into her legs and thighs, then into her pussy.

"I have one request, uncle that I would like to ask you, and it may sound 
strange. I know that I will be cooked in the oven, but first you have to 
prepare me to go in so I understand if you say no. I want to be cooked 
alive."

"It is not anything that has been done in many sacrifices. But it is no 
unheard of, you understand what you are getting yourself into?"

"Yes, uncle. You may do with me what you wish, but I want to be alive for as 
long has possible."

"Very well, dear, as long as you know what you are getting yourself into." 
Her Uncle walked up next to her holding a large syringe containing a 
brownish liquid.

"This is the gravy that goes into your breasts." He stated as she looked at 
the needle. He did not see his hand grasp her breast. She looked down to see 
her Uncle massaging her nipple, making it erect. Slowly with great 
precision, he angled the needle slowly bringing it closer to her. She 
watched and gasped as the needle penetrated and slowly disappeared into her 
breast.

She screamed as he slowly began to push the liquid out of the needle into 
her breast. She could feel the pain of the liquid moving throughout her 
breast as he removed the needle. Her cousin handed him a second one, and he 
repeated the process.

"I will probably have to add more during the cooking process, but for now 
that is good," He told her cousin, "Now it is time to stuff her, bring me 
the feet restraints."

Her cousin walked away and returned with two ankle braces. Her Uncle 
attached them to her ankles, and then to the chains hanging from the 
ceiling. Her cousin lifted her off the table, and let her swing freely. Her 
cousin went over to the fridge, and pulled out a large bowl of breaded 
stuffing.

She carried it over and placed it on the table next to them. Her Uncle, took 
a large spoon, and scooped up a heaping amount of the stuffing and placed 
the cold bread on top of her pussy. Slowly he massaged it into her clit. She 
felt a strange shudder push through her body as she began to moan, she was 
having an orgasm as her pussy was being filled with the stuffing. Sensing 
the orgasm, her uncle slowly massaged her clit, until it was over.

"Please, uncle may I try some?" Her uncle walked over to a draw and took out 
a spoon. He walked back over and slowly inserted it into her cunt. She 
shivered as the cold metal penetrated her. Slowly he pulled out some of the 
breading from inside her, and feed it to her.

"Mmmmm, I taste good. Try some raw." She suggested to her uncle. He smiled 
as he put down the bowl and slowly opened her pussy with his lips, and dug 
with his tongue scooping up some of the soggy stuffing from her pussy. He 
had thought of the same idea as her. "Mmmmm, see I told you." Her uncle 
smiled, as he picked back up the bowl and continued.

Alice could feel her pussy become fuller and fuller. He stopped when he 
could no longer push anymore stuffing into her without hurting her. Her 
cousin lifted up her head as her Uncle undid one of her feet, and held both 
of her feet together, as he undid her other foot. They held her and brought 
her over to the table, which now had a rather large pan on it. They slowly 
set her down on it.

"Now, to keep you from moving." Her Uncle stated as he picked up some 
string, he tied it to one hand and pulled it under her back and tied it to 
her other hand. He then tied her feet so that the bottoms of the feet were 
touching. He ran a string from her feet to the string that tied her hands, 
and slowly tightened it as her ability to move was reduced. Her Uncle 
emptied the rest of the stuffing between her legs, making it look like she 
was expelling it from her body.

Her Aunt, who for all of this time had been at the sink brought over a large 
bucket of vegetables and poured it over her body, the vegetables bounced off 
of her skin and fell around her. Then the three of them slowly spread out 
the vegetables, her Aunt added another bucket and they did the same, until 
she was packed in with all of the vegetables.

Her Uncle picked up a large pealed potato from the pan, and brought it up to 
her head.

"Well this is it." He said, "I just wanted to know that I love you darling. 
We will now place you into the oven and turn it on. It will warm up, cooking 
you slowly. You will be removed from the oven basted every hour, if it is 
too much for you blink you eyes very fast, and I will asphyxiate you, before 
you are put back in. Do you under stand?"

"Yes, uncle. But before you put me in, I do have something for you to tell 
my dad and mom, when you serve me. Tell them that I am a virgin meal."

Her uncle smiled at her, "They will be proud of that darling." With those 
final he kissed her forehead. She opened her mouth, ready for the potato. He 
stuffed her mouth with is snuggly, so that she could not dislodge it. Slowly 
he ran his fingers down her body, and stopped at her breasts.

"Interesting, your breasts are not a plump as they were before. We had 
better add some more gravy." He reached out his hand, and her cousin handed 
him the syringe, and he added more gravy using the same method as before.

Her aunt, wheeled over a gurney, and the slide the pan onto it, and wheeled 
her over to the open oven. He took a large shaker and slowly shook seasoning 
over her body.

"There, in you go." Her uncle said as they pushed her inside and closed the 
door. She heard some low beeping, as the oven was set. There was a soft hum 
from around her as the oven began to slowly heat up. First she began to 
sweat, and then she felt her skin slowly begin to burn, like she was out in 
the sun, without sunscreen on. There was nothing that she could do about it. 
She thought, as she lied there.

There was a beep, as the oven door was opened. It has been an hour and her 
uncle was checking up on her.

"Still ticking, eh. We use a slow cook process, it will getter hotter for 
you soon. Do you want me to end it for you?" She lied there looking at her 
uncle, and she did not blink.

"That was not so bad" She thought."

"Okay," He said, as he took a turkey baster, and sucked up the little juices 
that had accumulated on the bottom of the pan and basted her body.

"If you are bored look out the window and watch us."

He pushed the pan back in and closed the door. She looked out the little 
window on the door of the oven and watched as her uncle slowly fucked her 
cousin on the prep table. Her aunt was next to them, rubbing her own clit. 
Alice watched them as her uncle had finished with her cousin and went on to 
do his wife. She then noticed that the oven was getting noticeably hotter. 
While, her uncle and her aunt were fucking, the oven beeped again. Her 
cousin opened the door of the oven, and basted her again. When the door had 
closed, she could no longer see her aunt or uncle.

There was several more cycles of basting, after about the fifth cycle, her 
aunt added more gravy to her breasts. She could do nothing but gasp in pain 
as the cold liquid entered her very hot body. After the sixth baste, Alice 
could begin to feel the effects of the heat on her.

She was tired, the burning sensation, that she had originally felt on her 
skin, was now as if it was on fire. The oven was very hot now; she could no 
longer feel her legs and arms. Her breasts had begun to ache, as the liquid 
within them began to heat up and expand.

The oven opened for the seventh baste. It was her uncle's turn again.

"Well, dear, you have lasted several hours. The oven is at about 120 degrees 
now. During the next cycle it will reach 200. Do you want me to kill you 
now?" He asked her. Her eyes, which were filled with tears, form the pain, 
struggled to look straight at him. She had survived this long; she might as 
well go all the way.

"Very well, dear. But I am afraid that if I put you back in as you are now, 
your breasts will explode on us, and well we can"t have that." She stared at 
him, as he picked up a small pairing knife. She began to blink rapidly as he 
moved the knife to her breasts. She felt nothing as he inserted the tip of 
the knife into her breast, slowly in pushed it in farther, as juices began 
to flow from the cut. After it was an inch in her she slowly felt pain. Her 
body tensed up.

"Well, most of you body is dead, just the head and torso I think." He noted 
as he sliced open her breast. The brownish liquid poured out of her breast, 
and down to the pan, sizzling with the other vegetables. Her uncle did the 
same with her other breast as her eyes continued to blink rapidly. He pushed 
her back into the oven as tear streamed down her face, only to dry quickly 
on to her skin.

It was during this cycle, she began feel the full effects of oven. The walls 
began to turn a dark red. Her breathing began to shallow as death came upon 
her. She felt no more pain from the heat; she could not hear her body sizzle 
anymore in her juices. She slowly took her breaths, waiting until finally 
she could breath no more. She lies there as she drifted off into a sleep.



Several hour later, her uncle wheeled Alice's naked body out into the main 
dinning hall. Her family was dressed in long robes. Everyone around her awed 
at the sight of her as she was wheeled out. Her skin was a nice dark golden 
brown. The most of the stuffing and vegetables were separated from her and 
placed in serving bowls, the stuffing remained in her pussy, and this part 
of her was a delicacy reserved for her uncle. The potato remained in her 
mouth, and her body remained bound.

There was a ceremonial speech given, before her body as cut into. After the 
speech, they took off their robes and sat down naked to the table, enjoying 
their sacrificial meal, the ancient way.

After the family feasted, there was very little of Alice left besides her 
head, and a few other inedible parts.

"What did you do differently to her?" Someone asked.

"She requested that she be cooked alive." Her uncle replied. "Should we do 
that again?" He asked.

"Yes, that was the best feast we have had in a long while." They all looked 
and smiled. "You should do the same thing again at the next ceremony." One 
of them said.

"Yes, I think I will." Her uncle stated as he looked next to him at his 
nineteen-year-old niece. He rubbed her breast, and squeezed her nipple. "How 
long until you are twenty?"

The End.