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Part 21 –
Chocolate
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Starring:
Lauren: the
"bride"
Tawnee: the
"groom"
Alex: Lauren's
step-mom
Allie: dessert
course
And introducing -
Chef Pellastrano
Ahh
chocolate...don't we all just love it.
Poor Allie, now she
becomes a pawn in
the Cantrell-Jacobs plans. How will she
EVER
escape this
madness.
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Lauren woke the
day before her wedding with a purpose.
She now realized that she loved Allie deeply and going through with the
farce of a wedding to Tawnee was something she must fight. Even though Allie herself had told her that
she must go through with the wedding it still was more important to be true to
herself and end it before it began.
She decided she
needed to talk to her step-mom and reason with her.
She had to convince
her that she just couldn’t go through with the wedding.
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“Show her in
Susan.” Alex was at her desk going over
some of the final preparations for the wedding.
Susan opened the door and let Lauren come into the office.
“What is it
Lauren, I am very busy finalizing your wedding plans.” Alex looked annoyed at Lauren.
“I…umm…Alex…I” Lauren stammered.
“Out with it
girl!”
“I-can’t-get-married-tomorrow-because-I-love-Allie-and
well I just can’t.” She blurted out in a
rush.
Alex put the
paper she was holding down on the desk and leaned back in her chair.
“Can’t get
married hmmm.” She put her elbows on the
arms of her chair and brought the tips of her fingers together. “Can’t get
married, now that’s interesting.”
“I just can’t, I
don’t love Tawnee, I love Allie, and if you force me into the marriage with
Tawnee I’ll hate myself.”
“Hate yourself,
yeah.” Alex sat still thinking for a
minute, “Do you mean to tell me that you really love that whore Allie?”
“She’s only a
whore because she’s forced to be one, and yes I do love her.”
“Well now,” said
Alex as she smiled, “That is interesting.
My own daughter in love with the whore Allie. Yes quite interesting.”
The smile left
her face and she looked Lauren directly in the eyes.
“Nope, I’m sorry
the wedding is on. I will not have my
daughter marrying some FUCKING prostitute.”
She stood up and walked around the table, and stood in front of Lauren.
“You,” she said
point a finger at Lauren, “are the key part of a bargain that I have spent
years putting together. I won’t have
some teenage crush, based no doubt on some professional sexual skill with
tongue and some cheap plastic anal cock action to ruin my plans!”
Alex walked
around behind Lauren, leaned in quietly and whispered, “After you are married
you may work something out with your wife about keeping Allie around as a
plaything. Who knows maybe Tawnee will
become infatuated with her talents as much as you have.”
Lauren tried one
last time, “please?”
“Fuck no!”
answered Alex.
“Now,” and she
walked back around the table and sat down, “get the fuck out!”
Susan opened the
door and Lauren left, crying softly.
After she was
gone Alex smiled and looked up at Susan.
“She’s mine now,”
Said Alex.
“Mistress what do
you mean?”
“Call Nicole, I
want to talk to her about buying Allie for an extended stay at the manor.”
Alex smiled and
started to chuckle, “Don’t you understand Susan, I have my lever. That twat of
a step-daughter will do everything I ask once I have her precious Allie under
my toe.”
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Allie arrived
once again on the doorstep of the Jacobs manor.
This time without a stitch of clothing.
She just stood naked and resigned in front of the door. The humiliation had lost its sharpness.
The door opened
and Allie recognized the woman Susan.
She didn’t let Allie in right away.
But enjoyed the view. Allie just
stood there on the threshold naked with her head bowed in despair.
Finally, “Come in
whore.”
Allie entered.
“Come with
me.” And she led Allie down the hallway
to Alex’s office.
Once inside Susan
told her to kneel in the middle of the room, facing the desk, away from the
door.
“Mistress Alex
will be here soon. Remain where you are
until she comes for you.”
With that Susan
left.
Allie waited for
some time, she lost track, but it seemed like it must have been 20 minutes or
more. Finally the door opened and Alex
came in.
“ahhh yes, the whore.” Allie let her head hang, there was nothing
she could say or do. Alex entered the
room and slowly walked up to where Allie knelt.
She casually ran a hand across the girl’s head as she walked past.
“The FUCKING
whore that has besotted my step-daughter.”
With that she sat behind her desk.
Allie could just barely see over the edge from her position on the
floor.
“What are we to
do with you…?”
Alex picked up
the phone and dialed.
“Elizabeth it’s
Alex…Yes yes I’m excited to be done with this too…Yes she is going to be a
little spirited fun for Tawnee, but then Tawnee likes her that way now doesn’t
she.”
“Look I’ve got a
solution to our worries and I’m wondering if you want to help me out with a
little something.”
“Well you know
that little lezzy whore, Allie? Well it
seems my little slut of a daughter Lauren has fallen in love with the cunt.”
Allie looked up
at that statement…Lauren loved her. At
least there was one person in this world that thought of her as more than a
tongue and a cunt.
“I know it is
funny isn’t it.” Alex continued
chuckling along with Elizabeth on the other end of the line.
“Well I’ve
purchased her services for the next several days from Nicole…ya that Nicole.”
“Well what I was
thinking is you have those girls lined up to participate in the rehearsal
dinner? How about using the little bitch
here instead of one of them.”
“Delightful, I’ll
send Susan over with the cunt shortly…I’ll see you at six.”
She hung up the
phone.
“There now I
think this will be fun…well not for you, but for me it is going to be very,
VERY enjoyable.” Alex smiled one of her
evil smiles.
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Allie was brought
in; hog tied and laid down in the middle of the kitchen. Three other naked girls were brought in and
placed next to Allie. They were all on
their stomachs, all hogtied and gagged, mere ingredients for the dinner,
garnishes as it were.
The kitchen staff
was very busy getting it all prepared, there were three different platforms
being developed. One for the appetizer,
one for the main course and one for the dessert. Allie was of course destined for the dessert
course.
The head chef was
an imperious man with a fastidious mustache.
“Now teams are we
fully prepared.”
Allie craned her
neck and noticed there were three groups of chefs and attendants standing
ready.
“Then we
begin.” And he clapped his hands.
Suddenly there
was a bustle of activity and Allie grunted as she was lifted up off the floor.
Before she knew
it she was bound to a unique chair. It
sat on a pedestal and held her legs spread and arms position such that her
hands were raised to the side as if she were holding trays of food. Her ball gag was kept in her mouth as the
dessert staff began their preparations.
It was 10am, the
rehearsal dinner wasn’t until 7pm and dessert would be around 11. Allie was in for a long wait.
The preparations
began with a thorough cleaning inside and out.
Her vaginal area was shaved smooth she was rubbed down with a light
alcohol based soap. She was given three
enemas and two douches.
Once properly
cleaned she was securely attached to the pedestal by an anal plug. The chair was ingenious. It was designed to bear her weight in this
position with as little stress on her muscles as possible. For although no-one involved had any qualms
about inflicting pain on the girl, it was required that she remain as still as
possible so the layers of chocolate would not crack.
For there would
be a lot of chocolate.
The frame of the
chair was shaped to her position so all the weight was held by the metal
structure. Even her fingers were held in
place by little spidery metal arms. Two
zip ties per finger kept each one immobilized.
A nurse came
around to each of the girls being prepared in turn. Her job was to insert a catheter into the
urethra of each. The girls would be
immobile for 9-13 hours. They all had
their anus’ plugged but stopping the pee was a harder task. From trial and error it was determined that
letting the bladder empty was the safest way to keep the respective dishes from
being spoilt by an unexpected urination.
She also
administered a relaxant to Allie via a shot.
Quickly Allie was
stoned and didn’t care as much what happened.
She watched the rest of the proceedings as if it was happening to
someone else. Detached and high.
The last step
before they began preparing Allie as the dessert was to prepare her head. They carefully wrapped her hair. It would be allowed to be free after completion,
the effect would be stunning. They
plugged her ears and inserted straws in her nose so she could breath. Then ever so carefully then glued her eyes
shut with organic glue.
Allie was told to
keep them closed.
She was ready for
the first coat. The head chef came over
to supervise the appliqué. He told her
that she was going to be sprayed with a hot liquid everywhere, it was going to
hurt some but she could bear it, there would be no damage.
It was a hot
toffee like substance. The base for the
creation.
The head chef
picked up an air paint sprayer and started spraying the girl. A quick burst first so the girl could get
used to it then a long blast over her entire front. The heat burned Allie briefly where ever it
touched. She couldn’t move an inch if
she wanted to. It hurt worst where it
touched her face.
The head chef did
her nipples and cunt last. He had his
staff bring out some ice cubes and rubbed them on Allie’s nipples making them
hard and pert. Once satisfied he quickly
had them dried and then shot them with the toffee, freezing them in their
aroused state. The rings in her nipples
were slightly lifted as well to make sure they remained prominent for the later
steps.
He paid careful
attention to her pussy. For this he
pulled out a brush. Positioning the
labia and the inner lips in as much of a pout as possible. Working around the catheter and providing a
tantalizing glimpse into the teens most private depths.
He finished the
first coat and Allie was quickly wheeled into the large freezer to harden.
She was in there
for 15 minutes and then brought out for a second coat of the toffee. This one was thicker and applied more
briskly. Allie barely felt the heat this
time. Again the maestro used the brush
on her quim. But the rest was
sprayed. Allie had a hardened shell over
her entire body from her fingertips to her cunt to her toes.
Again she went
into the freezer, this time for 30 minutes.
By the time she
came out it was after 12 noon and it was time to begin the layers of
chocolate. The master chef did all the
spraying. It was important to put the
chocolate on thick where the drips added to the artistic impression and not
detract from it.
The face and the
breasts and the pussy were carefully sprayed with chocolate so that their
shapes were always clearly visible. The
arms and legs were covered more liberally, the chocolate allowed to flow more.
Four coats of
chocolate, a 40 minute stay in the freezer each time. Allie needed the cooling otherwise she would
overheat.
Finally the last
coat of chocolate went on her. She was
covered in a half inch of chocolate in places, in others it was much
thinner. Her face and pussy had the
thinnest covering. You could still make
out the locket embedded in her clit, her nipple rings and of course the ballgag
in her mouth.
It was 5pm and
the dessert staff still had a lot of work to do. They wheeled Allie the dessert into the
freezer and started to paint her. The
paint was a mixture of white chocolate and red food coloring, It made a bright
shade of pink. Her lips and nipples and
pussy were all carefully painted to display the beauty of their creation.
The last bits
were added.
Trays were placed
on her hands that contained caramel and other delectable dipping sauces. Her hair was carefully removed from its
confines and styled by an attending hair dresser.
The last thing
done was the master chef came into the freezer and ever so precisely cut the
chocolate away from Allie’s eyes with a knife, it was delicate work and only he
could be trusted to do it. Once free the
glue holding them shut was cleaned away and Allie could see again. A mirror was brought out so she could see
herself.
She was a
chocolate woman both delicious and lecherous at the same time.
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The rehearsal
dinner was an extravagant affair. It was
the event of the year for the social circle within which the Cantrell’s and
Jacobs’ belonged. Most in attendance
were of course women although there was a smattering of men. Each and every person there was dressed to
perfection.
Tawnee was
dressed in a black evening dress that showed off her superb strong young
body. Her kickboxing lessons had
produced a body of tightly wound strength.
She had not an ounce of fat on her.
The black dress accentuated her breasts that hung in defiance of gravity
high, pert and strong. The dress was
slit up the side up to her waist which allowed her muscular leg to peek out
occasionally as she walked.
Handcuffed to
black gloved wrist was the white gloved wrist of her bride-to-be Lauren.
She was dressed
in the matching dress to Tawnee although hers was white. It fit her quite a bit differently than
Tawnee. For where Tawnee had wiry muscle
Lauren was soft and nubile. Where Tawnee
had a six pack Lauren had smooth perfection.
And where Tawnee
was actively smiling and openly enjoying herself, Lauren was despondent and
showing a façade of a smile born from the threat of pain and degradation.
She went along
beside her betrothed as a white shadow talking only when spoken to, attending
only to those who required it. She was
near hopeless. Only Allie’s promise of
escape from the nightmare kept her from snapping right in the middle of
dinner.
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A small gong
intoned to get the audience’s attention.
Susan announced
the first course: “Chef Pelastrano is pleased to present; la Mer”.
The kitchen staff
briskly wheeled out a table with the appetizer into the center of the
room. A living mermaid lay upon it; her
naked breasts freshly pierced with 4 inch fish hooks. She was bound in chains as if caught on the
deck of a fishing trawler, her hands secured above her head on a metal
ring. She was surrounded by a wide variety
of seafood appetizers. Her lower body
covered in a creamy topping for all the assorted finger food.
The girl of
course had a gag in her mouth, it was required that she not ruin the
festivities.
The guests all
gathered around the delectable girl and partake of the starter. Hands often lingered on her, comments were
made about the superb presentation.
Everyone anticipated the next courses to come.
Talk proceeded
and drinks were refreshed until dinner was announced and all the guests took their
seats. The appetizer was wheeled back
to the kitchen where it was unceremoniously shoved against the back wall,
ignored for now, the girl still bound now completely naked, the creamy topping
having been scraped clean off her lower body.
Once they were
all seated the lights were dimmed and the chef himself came out.
“Ladies..” He looked around, “..and gentlemen. I have had the privilege of presenting my
pièce de résistance tonight and I hope you enjoy eating it as much as I did
creating it.”
“I present to
you, Wellington a la Femme!”
And with that the
main course was wheeled out. There was
an audible gasp from the crowd, there were even a few screams.
For what appeared
on the table was a skewered and bar-b-qued naked young girl!
A one inch thick
iron skewer rod appearing to enter her mouth and pass through the cooked body
of her torso and exit her anus. She was
lying on her back, with her crispied stomach thrust up, her ankles and wrists
bound to each other, her head pulled back, a dirty burnt rag tied tightly over
her eyes and the lips of her mouth around the steel rod like a big black
metallic cock.
The chef let the
crowd work itself up into hysterics, for there were limits even with this crowd
to what they were willing to do. There
were a few people in attendance that licked their lips and appreciated the
possibility of actually dining on human flesh, but most were horrified.
There was a
crescendo of noise as the outrage roiled in the crowd.
Once he was
satisfied they were properly roused he ripped the lower covering away from the
table exposing his illusion to the audience.
For below the table everyone could now see it was not one girl but
two. Positioned in such a way that one
girl appeared as the head and shoulders and breasts of the cannibalistic feast
and the other girl the waist, cunt and legs.
Stunned silence
filled the room followed shortly after by a round of applause accompanied by
“Bravo” and “Maestro”. Chef Pelastrano
beamed in pride and bowed to crowd.
The two girls
were bound severely under the table. The
girl portraying the lower half of the body had a face dildo strapped to her
head with a vibrating dildo attached.
Her head was between the legs of the other girl, her plastic face-cock
was embedded in the upper girl’s cunt.
It had been inserted hours ago and by now the upper girl had cum many
times. The lower girl’s face was covered
in cum juice and piss as the top girl had also been unable to hold her
bladder.
Chef Pelastrano
clapped his hands and his staff went to work.
They brought out two more tables with the side dishes on it and handed
Chef Pelastrano a long carving knife.
They also re-attached the lower covering to the table, the illusion
became real once more.
He ceremoniously
sharpened the blade as his staff continued to prepare to serve the course.
Chef Pelastrano
handed the sharpener to his sous chef and accepted the proffered carving
fork. Then he turned to the body of the
girl, slicing into the soft flesh of her stomach and carving the ne-human flesh
into single servings. The first plate
was brought forth and the chef placed the first slice upon it.
He handed the
knife and fork to his assistant and carried the plate to the head table.
“Mademoiselle, I
hope you enjoy the meal.” And with that
he placed the slice of girl meat with flair in front of Lauren. Lauren was almost sick to her stomach with
the display. She understood there were
some in the audience that were disappointed with the charade. Wishing that the soft flesh of a girl were
the true serving on their plates.
The chef turned
and spoke once more, “Enjoy!” and with
that his staff fairly flew around the table.
Slicing the girl up and serving, the red juice from the meat flowing
onto the table like thin blood. The meal
was enjoyed by all in the crowd save Lauren who didn’t touch her meal.
The whole time
she sat she and Tawnee had to move their attached hands in unison. Lauren could think of nothing that could make
this night worse.
And then came
dessert.
After all the
dinners had been finished and the tables cleared and the wine glasses refilled,
the dessert was served.
Allie was wheeled
out. She was on her pedestal looking
like a lude mix between an old tree, a statue and a woman. Her legs were spread and her arms raised
holding the two trays of dipping sauce.
The chocolate delicacy before them made the guests murmur in approval. The painted pink of her pussy and nipples
stood out to the crowd. The dessert
chefs had even painted her locket and nipple rings gold to set them off against
the brown of the chocolate.
Chef Pelastrano
came out again this time this time equipped with a hammer. The murmured approval turned into applause as
he approached Allie in the middle of the room.
The guest all rose and gave him a standing ovation.
“Ladies and
Gentlemen. With this dessert there will be a small break with decorum. This is a participatory dessert. You must come up and sample the dish
yourselves. It is a form of art that
requires the audience to enjoy more than the mere flavor of the chocolate
morsel but the unveiling of the female form during the process.”
He turned towards
Allie, raised the hammer and whacked her right in her stomach, shattering the
chocolate covering her tummy.
“That should be
sufficient for you to begin.”
“Please come
enjoy.” And with that he bowed and
walked away to applause once more.
The guests all
stood and made their way to the center of the room to surround Allie. Lauren wished she could hold back and not
participate in the degradation of her true love but Tawnee insisted.
They made their
way to Allie, the guests made way for the pair.
Once in front of Allie, Lauren could see Allie’s eyes peering out from
behind the chocolate mask. A small
portion of the chocolate around the stomach had already been peeled and
eaten.
Tawnee reached in
with her cuffed hand, dragging Lauren’s hand in as well. She gripped one of the nipples between her
fingers and viciously snapped off its chocolate covering, smiling at her
competitor for Lauren’s love, as the pain from the chocolate being broken
registered in Allie’s eyes as they rolled up into her head. She could do nothing else she was bound so
tight.
For Tawnee knew
that what Lauren gave to Allie freely, Tawnee could never have save a pale
reflection of it that she could extract from her bride through force and
pain. She hated Allie for it. For now she realized that what she truly
wanted was to own Lauren completely and as long as Allie was in the world
Lauren could not be fully hers.
She was going to
have to get rid of Allie.
She held the
chocolate nipple up to show Allie and then popped it in her mouth, crunching
and crushing the milk chocolate purposefully.
“Delicious” She
said. She reached up to the other nipple
and snapped it off as well, Allie moaned in her ballgag. Tawnee dipped it in the caramel sauce tray on
Allie’s hand-pedestal and then turned to face Lauren.
“Open your mouth
Lauren.” Lauren hesitated.
“Open up my
bride.” Tawnee said it through a gritted
teeth smile.
Lauren acquiesced
and opened her mouth. Tawnee put the
chocolate in the other girl’s mouth and then leaned in and kissed her
deeply. Allie started to cry softly as
Tawnee led Lauren away from the living dessert.
The guests closed
in around Allie and began to rip the chocolate covering off the girl. Each little rip was like pulling a band-aid
off your skin. Some women did it fast
some did it slow and easy. But with all
the hands reaching in and grabbing and snapping and ripping and cracking.
It was the most
refined torture Allie had ever experienced.
Elegantly dressed
women and men cracking layers of chocolate off of her skin, first here on her
stomach, then there on the back of her arm, then her inner thigh, then the back
of her neck, then wrist, elbow, finger, toe, calf, breast, hip. Each pull, each tear, a little sharp
pain. Water torture of a thousand cuts.
She was going
insane.
She wanted to
scream but all that was coming was a warbling moan. Her eyes were scrunched tight. Her breathing labored.
And it went on
and on. And the guests didn’t care, they
would reach in and rip a chunk off the girl, and then go back to their small
talk with the other guests. She WAS
merely the dessert. To be enjoyed.
Finally as most
of the chocolate had been removed, Alex came forward. The chocolate covering Allie’s cunt was still
intact.
“Oh, my…saving me
the best part how nice.” She reached
down to the girl’s crotch and while looking Allie directly in the eye ripped
the chocolate away from her vagina.
Allie screamed as the pain overwhelmed her.
She passed out as
Alex laughed at her.
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She woke in pitch
blackness again. She knew where she was,
back in the trunk of Alex’s Jaguar.
Allie cried quietly to herself in the stuffy darkness, still bound,
still with chocolate pieces stuck to her in places.
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