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   Andrea laid the cooking twine down upon the island counter in the middle
of her spacious kitchen, where Amy was standing, looking slightly nervous.
Andrea gave her a warm smile to reassure her as she began to help Amy out
of her running shoes.  "Don't look so worried, Amy dear!  You are going to
look fabulous once I'm finished with you!"

   For some reason, this did not seem to reassure Amy at all, and
especially the emphasis that Andrea put on the word "finished" seemed to
make her squirm in her socks.  "But...but you know I've told you,
Andrea...I'm not into being cooked...not like some of the girls in this
place..."

   Andrea laughed as she tugged Amy's cute little socks off her lovely feet
and dropped them on top of the sneakers in the waste basket.  She shook her
head with amusement while unbuttoning Amy's shorts.  "You know as well as I
do that your being `into it' doesn't really matter.  Your number's come up,
Amy dear, and that means you're the main course at the dinner in Mayor
Perro's honor tonight."

   Andrea hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Amy's shorts and panties
and pulled them downward together over the young woman's thighs and calves.
"But don't pretend the idea of being snuffed doesn't turn you on, because
everyone in Dolcettville knows better, dear." She lifted Amy's quivering
but unresisting legs so she could pull the shorts and panties out from
under her feet and disposed of them as well.

   Andrea ran the tips of her fingers back up along the front of Amy's
thighs and hips, slipping them beneath the bottom of her shirt.  As she
started pulling the other woman's top up over her torso she added, "I have
to admit, though, that even though you might not take as much pleasure in
this as some meat girls in town, I'm still happy I got to volunteer to
assist you.  There's somthing about you, Amy, that I can't help but find
just...mouthwatering...." She gave Amy's firm and perky breasts a good,
hard squeeze before continuing to remove her shirt, pulling it over Amy's
head and dropping it also into the garbage.

   Amy still looked pretty frightened, and Andrea had to secretly admit to
herself that she enjoyed it, but still she wanted to do something to
comfort her new friend before the end.  "I tell you what, Amy.  It doesn't
really matter if I truss you up before or after I snuff you, so I'll let
you choose." She grabbed the roll of cooking twine from the counter and
held it up in front of Amy.  "Do you want to go right now, or would you
like to live a little bit longer while I get you ready for the oven?"

   Amy's expression was visibly torn at this question.  Andrea watched her
glance move from the roll of white twine in Andrea's hand to the large,
covered roasting pan that sat in front of her expensive oven.  After a few
moments of hesitation, Amy spoke up.  "I want to live!  I mean, at least a
while longer...if you'll let me..."

   Andrea grinned and patted the counter beside her naked victim.  "Good
girl.  Hop up on the counter and lay back, facing upward please."

   Amy still shook as she climbed up onto the counter top, feeling how cool
it was as she stretched out across it, laying her hands upon her bare tummy
and staring up at the ceiling.  "What are you going to do to me?" she asked
in a tremulous voice.

   Andrea got to work as she spoke, walking around Amy's prone body toward
the sink to wash her hands.  "Well, first I'll have to season you a bit. 
Then we'll get you bound up and into the pan, with some fresh veggies from
the community garden, and the wine base I just finished heating will go
over everything.  After that its right into the oven for you, Amy dear. 
Very simple, really."

   "But..but..." Amy lifted her head up and turned it to face Andrea as the
other woman returned to her side with a small metal pan and a plastic
brush. "But you said you wouldn't cook me alive!"

   Andrea gave Amy another of her warm smiles.  "Don't you worry about
that, Amy.  A promise is a promise.  Before you end up in the oven you will
be good and finished.  Speaking of which," she said as she sat the pan and
brush down beside the naked meatgirl, "I forgot to turn the oven on!" She
stepped quickly to the front of her favorite appliance and cranked up the
dial to three hundred degrees.  There was a sputtering sound, and then the
audible whoosh of gas flames igniting deep inside.

   Andrea returned to Amy's side and laid a hand oh her forehead, pushing
her back down onto the counter with gentle insistence.  "Now this will
probably tickle a bit, but do try to be a good girl and keep from squirming
too much." She dipped the plastic brush into the pan beside it and brought
it to the flesh of Amy's flat tummy, dripping with a mix of olive oil and
paprika.

   In spite of her obvious nerves, Amy still giggled a little as Andrea
diligently covered her naded front with the mixture, making sure not to
miss a single spot.  She let the thick bristles tease her friend a little
bit, paying more attention to the meatgirl's nipples than was strictly
necessary, and also to the top of her slightly flushed sex.  When she was
finished painting Amy's naked body with the oil, she pushed the pan and
brush aside and grabbed for the twine.

   "Ok, Amy, here comes the fun part!  I want you to lift your knees for me
till your calves are touching your thighs, please." Amy bit her lip as she
complied, but she made no outward protest.  Andrea was glad that even if
the other woman was a bit frightened, she was at least trying to go out
with a bit of dignity.

   Andrea unspooled a long length of twine and snipped it with a pair of
kitchen shears.  Then she proceeded to wrap the cord very snuggly around
Amy's right knee, slowly coiling it down over her firm thigh and calf,
binding them tightly together so that the flesh slightly bulged between the
cords.  Andrea was sure it was a little uncomfortable, but she guessed that
Amy had probably been tied up before, and this wasn't anything she couldn't
handle.  Otherwise she wouldn't have given Amy the choice of living this
long.

   When Amy's right lower limb was properly trussed, Andrea stepped around
the counter with a second length of twine, and she repeated the maneuver
with the meatgirl's left leg, binding it to perfectly match her right. 
When she was finished with the other woman's lower limbs, she moved onto
Amy's arms.  She took her left wrist in one hand and extended her arm out,
then folded it up against itself, while with her other hand she started
wrapping more twine around it too.

   After about five minutes, all of Amy's limbs were securely fastened
against themselves, and Andrea took a step back to appreciate the sight. 
"You look so adorable all tied up like that, Amy.  Its a shame we didn't
get to have any fun like this together before your last day arrived." Then
she lifted the heavy lid off of the roasting pot that was already full of
clean and sliced vegetables, and placed it aside.

   Andrea moved to the counter again and slid her arms beneath the back of
Amy's neck and just under her firm bottom.  "Time to get you into the pot
now, dear.  Don't squirm.  You're kind of slippery as it is, and I don't
want to drop the Mayor's meal on the floor!" She laughed at her own little
joke as she carried Amy over to the large pan and gently lowered her onto
the bed of vegetables.

   Amy was obviously getting more nervous by the second, especially now
that she was actually in the pan and right in front of the preheating oven.
Andrea took something off of the stove top and knelt down beside her. 
"Just relax, Amy.  I promise it will all be over in a few minutes for you.
Now I need to pour in the base.  Its a bit of my own invention, with red
wine, tomato sauce, a bit of worcestershire and some special seasonings.  I
guarantee it will make your flesh just melt in the Mayor's mouth!  It is a
bit warm, but I took it off the heat a while ago, so it shouldn't burn."

   Before Amy could comment, Andrea tipped the pan she was holding over the
bound meatgirl and began to cover her in the crimson colored liquid.  It
was indeed warm, very warm, but not so hot as to cause pain, and as it
slowly spread out over and around Amy, it seemed to relax her just a little
bit.  Andrea smiled as she finished emptying the pan over Amy's firm
breasts, then placed the empty vessel back on top of the stove.

   "We're almost done, Amy," she said in a soothing tone.  "Just two minor
details to take care of before you begin to cook.  First," she said as she
reached into the refrigerator beside the oven, "we need to add a bit of
stuffing in that pretty pussy of yours." She took out what looked to Amy
like one of the larger carrots she'd ever seen, and dipped it into the the
sauce that filled the bottom of the pan.  "I'll be honest, Amy.  This part
isn't, strictly speaking, totally necessary.  But I'm going to enjoy it
anyway."

   She reached into the pan and gently spread one of Amy's bound thighs to
one side, and then she pressed the wet point of the vegetable against the
meatgirl's labia, pushing them gently apart.  She twisted the carrot as she
began to slide it inside, continuing to feed its length into Amy's helpless
body until it had halfway disappeared.  Then, teasingly, Andrea pulled it
back again, almost removing it completely.  She repeated this game over and
over again, steadily increasing the rhythm by which she skewered Amy's sex
with the bulbous vegetable, and even though Amy was still frightened, her
body began to respond of its own accord.  Soon she was writhing in the
sauce as much as her bindings would allow, and she could feel an unbidden
climax beginning to well up deep inside her.

   Andrea suddenly stopped, leaving the carrot only partly inserted, and
reached for a last piece of cooking twine.  "I can tell you're almost ready
to pop, girl," she whispered into Amy's left ear, as she brushed the
meatgirl's damp hair to one side of her lovely neck.  "I think now is the
right time to finish you off."

   Amy sucked in a gasp at Andrea's words and opened her mouth to protest,
to beg for just a little more time, or at least for Andrea to finish what
she'd started with the carrot before she snuffed the poor girl, but it was
too late for her to speak.  The thin cord was already around her throat,
and Andrea was tying it tight against the back of her neck, completely
cutting off her air.

   As Amy started to panic in the pan, Andrea reached between her bound,
wiggling thighs, and grabbed the carrot once more.  She started shoving it
hard into Amy's pussy, really and truly fucking her with the wet vegetable
now.  Amy's trussed up body began to spasm, partly from her natural fight
for the air she would never taste again, and partly from the irresistible
climax that Andrea forced upon her.

   Andrea thought this sight was so beautiful that she couldn't resist
stealing a brief kiss from her dying victim.  She leaned down and pressed
her lips against Amy's own, parted and slightly purple ones, and savored
the taste of her for the briefest of moments.  Amy wasn't really in a
position to return the affection anymore.  Her body was almost finished,
and her vision began to tunnel.  Her eyes were wide and bulging a bit, and
Andrea gazed into them for a few more seconds, trying to see if there was
anything of Amy left inside that still pretty head.

   Then, while Amy's vision started to fade, Andrea rose and covered her
over with the lid.  She opened the oven door and hefted the pan, no easy
task for her, but she managed it, and slowly slid Amy into the stove to
cook.  Gently closing the oven door after her, she turned and walked away,
heading for the phone so she could dial the Mayor and let him know his
special dinner was on its way.

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