The BBQ

THE BBQ

JAR

DAY 8

Taking a Gap year in the USA had been a good idea, I though, as we walked out the store, the people are so friendly.   I had stopped to do some shopping, but could not find what I wanted when this Lady asked if she could help.  She soon found what I needed and during the conversation it came out that I was from the UK and on holiday.   My name is Betty she said, we are having a BBQ at the weekend and I would like you to come and stay with me at my Ranch for a few days.   She had been so helpfully and I did not have any place to stay other than the Tent.  Seeing a real American Ranch and having a shower and being able to sleep in a proper bed would be nice for a few days.  It was agreed.  We loaded the shopping and my rucksack etc into the back of her very large estate and set off.

As we drove down the road it occurred to me that I did not know her or if this was such a good idea.   Betty was about 65 and had that homely look about her and she was chatting about her kids, and grand kids, so I started to relax.  She asked me about England and what I was doing in the USA so the time flew past.  I realised that we had been driving for some time and I had know idea where I was.  We turned into a long drive up to the Ranch.  My home said Betty proudly, smiled and parked in a very large garage.

We unload the grocery into a tiled room at the back of the garage.  The room was some sort of kitchen but not the main house kitchen.  When she saw me looking a bit puzzled she explained that it had been the kitchen for the Ranch Hands but that as they no loner ran the place like that and had sold most of the land, now they just used it for BBQ as the side door went straight out onto the patio area.

I will show you your room so you can freshen up, then we will have some lunch on the patio said Betty.  The room was nice with its own shower.  I had a long hot shower, shaved my legs and under my arms and did other girly pampering things and though the world is a wonderful place.  

Betty had prepared a light salad lunch and I realised how hungry I had become.  She said why didn’t I have a swim in the pool as she had few jobs to do, then if I wanted to perhaps I could help her with the food for the BBQ. 

I put on a yellow bikini and swam for about 20 minutes then as I walked to a sun bed I caught sight of my reflection in the patio doors, not bad I though as I admired my long legs, firm breasts and tight body.   I must have drifted off to sleep as I had a sense that someone was near me and I woke up to find Betty looking down at me with a big smile on her face, you look so peaceful laying there she said, I am going to start getting the food ready for the BBQ and walked off to the garage kitchen. 

I followed and soon we were chatting away as we prepared food.  I will put it in the freezer until the morning of the party she said.  I don’t what to be mucking about any more that I have too. She asked me to prepare some stuffing for the meat that they would roast on the big BBQ pit.

I pushed onions, a whole clove of garlic, carrots and others vegetables into the mincing machine, soon I was up to my elbows in this big bowel as I mixed the items together by hand and the smell was lovely.  It did seem a lot, but it must be a big piece of meat I though.

I jumped as I heard a man's voice behind me say to Betty “hello”.  Hi said Betty meet Jenny she is from the UK and I asked her to stay for the BBQ and she is helping with the food.  He smiled at me and said that’s great, he would love to have me at the BBQ.  His name was Jack and I think it must have been the very neatly trimmed beard that gave him a very distinguished look with a twinkle in is eye.  He came over to look at what I was making and said it looked good and smelt even better.

I could see the look of appraisal he gave me as he saw that all I had on underneath the apron was my yellow bikini and then it changed to a big warm smile which some how made it feel that I had passed some sort of test.  About an hour later most of the food was completed and in the freezer or cooling off and we all went out on to the patio for a drink. 

Jack suggested that I go for a swim and I smiled to myself, as I knew he wanted to look at my body but what did it matter and it did give me a warm felling to know someone liked what they saw.  After about 10 minutes I got out and walk to were Betty and Jack were sitting and talking as I approached Jack got up and handed me a towel and a drink.  I dried off then lay down on the sun bed and sipped my drink.   Jack said “A toast to Jenny and her trip to the USA” with that he finished his drink so I followed suit and layback to enjoy the sun.

Jack stood up and went to a shed by the Garage and came back with a long metal table with wheels on it.  I though that’s funny it has a ridge around the edge and a hole at one end, looks like one of those mortuary table you see on the TV murder films.  But some how the warm sun had made me feel strange and detached from my body.  With that Jack and Betty smiled at me and lifted me on to the table and I realised that I could not move my arms or for that matter any part of me.

Jack pushed me and the table inside the garage kitchen and said “don’t bother to struggle the drug in your drink will keep you imprisoned for about the next half hour by then I will have an IV in you and a safer more stable drug will immobilise you while we get you ready”.

As he inserted the needle into my neck and corrected it to the drip hanging by the table I shuddered at what would happen to me and what was I to get ready for?  They both left the kitchen.

As I lay there I noticed for the first time that the ceiling was covered in a mirror, which allowed me to see myself and most of the kitchen.  I also noticed how hard the metal tray was but there was nothing I could do about that.  About an hour later Jack and Betty came back.

In the mirror I could see Jack placed a rod with a u shaped bracket into the end of the table, he then pulled me down to that end of the trolley and hung my head over the end, the U bracket supported my neck.  Betty put a stool down next to my head, sat down and with an electric shaver started to shave my head.  I watched as my hair fell into a box Betty had place on the floor.  When she saw me looking said “Is for my collection”

Jack went over to the side of the kitchen and started to get items out of cupboards and draws and place them on a small trolley.  He returned to the main table and held up for me to see a large rubber thing.  This he said was a butt plug, which he would insert into my anus as part of the need to flush out my system.  He applied a bit of KY jelly and inserted it.  My eyes when wide as it felt like a tree trunk.  He gave the attached pump a few squeezes to insure that it was a thigh fit and clipped on a pipe that lead down through the table into the drain in the floor.  “Have you finished my dear?” he said to Betty? “Yes for the time being”, she said, “I will shave her head later to get a smooth finish.   If I do between legs that will let you connect her head up”.

He picked up a tube with a lump about a foot from one end, he opened my mouth pushed the end of the tube down my throat into my stomach.  When he judged that the lump had passed my Adams apple he stopped and I felt him pump up the budge to fully close my throat.  He then inserted a pipe into each nostril and into my lungs.  It will help you breath he explained, with your throat closed if your nose got blocked you could suffocate and that’s the last thing we want he said with a smile

When he had finished I realised that Betty had also finished shaving my pussy and it felt naked when I look at it in the mirror.  She came round to my head again and sprayed me with a shaving foam and used a razor to get a very smooth finished.  She then removed my eyebrows and eyelashes.  As I had shaved my legs and under my arms when I had a shower earlier in the day I now looked a totally hair less body which some how was not me.

Jack pulled me back down the table then connected the pipe in my mouth to a tap and turned on the water.  I felt the cold-water start to flood into my mouth and then into my stomach and I could feel my insides being stretched to a painfully extent.  The pain grew until the water started to run out of the pipe in my arse, this seemed to relieve the pressure as my bowel was empted and nothing stood in the way of the water flow.  A thin pipe was inserted into my bladder and I lost control of that function as well.  I realised that they were cleaning me out for some vile act. I wanted to cry but could not. 

My legs and arms were pulled out to the four corners of the table and Betty and Jack were putting straps around my wrists and ankles and over my body so I would not be able to get off the table, even if the drugs ran out in the IV.  They changed the IV said good night, tuned out the lights and left me in the dark.

DAY 7

I must have nodded off as when I opened my eyes I could see the sun was flooding into the room and then I realised that it was not a horrible dream I was having, I would not be waking up to find the world a nice safe place again.  The bald woman staring at me was ME and a shudder ran through my body.   Could thing get any worse.   I though, then whished that I had kept my mind shut as they probably would. 

Jack came into the room with apiece of toast in one hand.  “Good morning” he said, “did you sleep well? I put a little sedative into the IV to help you.  We don’t want you too stressed do we?  You should be able to get some movement in your body”, he said, as he turned of the tap and the water started to drain out of my now painful stomach.  The IV was now empty and I could flex my arms and legs but this just sent jolt of pain through me so I lay still again.

Jack ran his hands over my body, breasts and vigina.   “Very nice” he said and I could see he wanted to go further but something made him stop.  “On with the show” he said as he fetched four sterilized packets from a draw.  They contained the same needles as he had used with the IVs, each needle was inserted into veins in the back of my hands and the top of my feet.

He picked up a bucket from the worktop, which stretched down one side of the kitchen and placed it next to my waist. He pulled out a length of wet hide from the bucket and tied it around the top of my arm as close to the armpit as he could.   He used a knot that would tighten one way but would not slip back when pulled in the other direction.   He kept pulling on it until I could see it was so tight that it had started to cut of the blood supply to my arm.   He repeated this on my other arm.

He moved to my thighs, tied the strip about 2 inches from the knee on both legs.  The straps will shrink to about a third of their length as that dry he said and as you may have guessed that will cut off the blood supply.  I will need that blood later so the needles are to allow them to be drained down into the bag hanging from the corners of the table.    I tried to scream but the pipe in my mouth and nose cut off the air supply to my larynx and therefore no sound came out.   Having been in the same position for the last 12 hours even trying to heave my body off the table was impossible and I slumped back in despair.

He was using a hair dried to shrink the straps faster and in the mirror above I could see the bags to collect the blood getting fuller and the colour draining from my arms and lower legs.  Tears flowed into my eyes.  He put down the hair dryer came back with a large syringe with a ratchet to pump out the contents. 

He started to inject the contents, “oh sorry” he said “I should explain this is ordinary clear silicone like you use to seal around the bath and I am going to inject it into your arms and legs next to the straps.  This will insure that if the leather ties came off we will not have a bloody mess.   It set off quite quickly”.  I felt the needle enter my thigh.  About ten minuets and 3 cartridges later he had completed both legs and arms.   I will leave you for a while to let the blood drain fully and the silicone set, I need a cup of tee.  On his return he poured the bags with the blood into a machine and switched it on.  He did not say what the machine was for and I couldn’t ask.

Betty came in and took down the IV connected to my neck and replaced it with another full one from the fridge and I could feel the cold fluid flow in to me and I soon was not able to move.   Not that I had been jumping about before.

I watched in horror as Jack picked up a surgical knife and cut into the flesh of my arm, about one inch from the leather strap.  With stock I realised that I could feel the knife cut into me and that the silicone would not have blocked the nerves only the blood supply.  I wanted to be sick and my stomach churned but the flushing yesterday made that impossible.  All I could do was lay on the metal table looking into the mirror as he cut through flesh, tendons mussel and nerves until he reached the bone.   Reaching out he pick up one of those power saws you buy in a DIY store, switched it on and cut the bone about and inch from were the skin was tied off, severing my arm completely.

An hour later he was finished and I was without arms or legs.   Jack used the saw to cut them into shorter lengths.  This allowed Betty to stuff the parts into a large saucepan she had placed onto the table.  With the last piece in the pot she carried it to the cooker, poured in some water.  She then added stock and some other seasoning, turning on the gas and said “darling would you like lunch now?” “That’s a good idea,” said Jack, we can talk about the jobs for this afternoon.  They both then left the kitchen.

I was stunned, it was unreal they did not find it strange to be talking about cutting up a woman and putting the parts into a pot on the oven.  The stumps started to throb my back and bum was sore from lying on the metal table, I had lost all my hair, arm, legs and god know what was still to come this afternoon.  My mind switched off and I become unconscious, a blessed relief. 

The smell made me come round.  I was hungry as the last meal was 24 hours ago and the smell of cooking was most appetising, until I realised it was my legs and arms being boiled in the pot on the stove that I could smell.  Again my stomach heaved but still nothing came.  What am I becoming when the smell of my own body being cooked makes me feel hungry.

They both look down at me and smiled.  Betty removed the pipe from my mouth and Jack the one from my arse.  I drew a lung full of air and screamed, only stopping to draw more air and to keep screaming.  At some point this died down and I started to swear at them.  They just looked on and smiled.  Eventually Betty said it is done now so I was wasting my time and energy shouting and screaming and they would put a gag into my mouth if I don’t stop the foul language.  At this I stopped dumb founded at what she had said.  That’s better we can all hear our self’s think.

“We think its time to tell you what is happening here.   It is true”, said Betty, “that there is to be a BBQ here but it is next weekend, 7 days away and about 10 couples are coming to stay.   Every 2 Months each couple puts on a BBQ and cooks a human for the group to eat.   Some times it’s a man but mostly it’s a young girl like you.  This may be to do with the fact that most of the cooking at BBQs is done by men and she laughed at the joke.  Any way it’s our turn and you are to be the star 'turn' no pun intended.    So there you have it, all that wonderful stuffing you made will be for you. 

More of that later, she said, as she turned down the gas to let my legs and arms slowly boil the flesh from the bones.  She again reached for the IV bag connected to my neck and while it was changed said its best that your not awake for the next part.   I slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

When I opened my eyes I noticed that it was starting to get dark outside so I must have been under for some time.  I could not move my head, which was some how pushed back and stretched out. But my mind was still foggy from the drugs and I could not get things straight in my mind.

I then realised that I was sitting up but still looking at the ceiling into the mirror.   I could see a padded steel band around my forehead held my head ridged and titled back as far as it would go with my chin pushed up. A steel pole attached to a trolley ran up my back and I was held in place with padded straps around my body.  After two days of lying on the steel table it was a relief to be in a different position.  Most of the pain of the change had happened when I had been unconscious but I still felt sore.

Jack bent over my head and looked into my mouth, which had tubes and wires coming out of it.  He smiled at me and said welcome back and that all had gone well.  I had no idea what he was talking about expect that my neck and throat was sore.   All that’s left for today is a bit of tiding up to do he said.  A pair of pliers came into my view “Sorry I need to remove all your teeth.  Can’t eat them any way and Betty does like to save them as a souvenir”. It was unreal as he was genuine in his apology.

With very little effort one by one he extracted my teeth and placed them in a steel tray.  I could taste the blood, although he had pushed my tongue to the back of mouth.  With my head held back it ran down the back of my mouth and all I could do was swallow but for some reason that was painful.  Soon all I could see in the mirror was the bleeding gums of my mouth. 

The pipes into my lungs stopped me choking but I could not work out why they came out my mouth and no longer from my nose.  The pain of my mouth, throat and the stumps of my legs and arms made me slip in and out of consciousness.   Betty changed the IV bag with a stronger painkiller and until it took effect stroked my head and made soothing noise in my ears.   Some how in my drug effected state she had become my friend and the one who gave me comfort.

Jack held a polished pipe about a foot long and two inches in diameter with lots of holes about half way along its length in the sides. I could also make out that there was a smaller pipe inside also with holes held in place with cross members.  He threaded the pipes and wires from my mouth into the gap between the pipes and held them as he slipped the pipe to down to my lips.  With a gently push he slipped it into my mouth and part way down my throat.

Betty explain as he connected the tubes and wires to a machine standing next to me that one of the pipes ran into my lungs but due to its length the normal breathing in and out could not take place so a constant flow of very oxygen rich air would be pumped into me and then would escape back out via the larger pipe it ran through.  Jack will need to stop you diaphragm muscle at some point or you could have a muscular cramp.

The wires were for the small speakers we have fitted via the inside of your mouth into the area of the ears allowing us to talk to you even if we are not in the room.  How considerate I thought. 

The other pipe was connected via a special valve to the artery and vain in my neck to allow fluids and feeding into my blood stream to take place.  I didn’t know it then but this was not the whole truth.

Jack inserter a long needle into my chest and pressed home the plunger.  With a flutter, as the injection took hold my chest stopped moving and fell still.  Betty switched on the machine and air flowed into my lungs, inflating them.

Jack needed to finish off securing the tube in my mouth and throat.   It had two tubes welded to the side, level with my gums.  He placed a strap around my jaw clamping it shut on to the tube and causing great pain as my blooded gums pressed into the steel.  Inserting an Alan key into the small pipes and turning it a screw came out of the ends of the small pipes.  It did not need many turns before the thread was biting into my upper and lower jawbones.  He repeated the process on the other side and removed the strap.  My mouth was firmly fixed to the pipe, which rose smooth and polished from my lips to the ceiling.  Betty pulled back my lips and Jack spread super glue onto the pipe.  When she let go of the lips they pressed onto the glue and a perfect seal was made.

Jack picked up a round plate with a hinge to allow it to split into two halves.  A hole was in the middle, two round rings fixed on one side and the other side had four chains hanging down.   Betty fixed a belt around my chest just under my breasts.  Jack slid the plate around the pipe from my mouth and locked it in place.   Betty attached the chains to the harness.  A cable from the ceiling was attached to the rings.   Betty pressed a button on the remote control in her hand and the motor took up the slack in the cable and I started to lift off the floor still attached to the post.  Jack undid the straps holding me to the trolley and I hung free in the middle of the room as I was lifted up to about 5 feet from the floor.

I could feel Jack insert a pipe about an inch thick into my virgina and up into my womb.  A smaller pipe was pushed into my bladder.  Betty, every helpful explained that both pipes were connected to a pump.   The reason escaped me.  Jack positioned a large steel tank under me and I was lowered down until the stumps of my legs were about two inches from the bottom of the tank.

Jack moved a large plastic barrel on a trolley to the side of the tank, the bottom of the barrel was higher than the pipe in my mouth.  A pipe was connected from the tap at the bottom of the barrel to the pipe in my mouth, this would allow the fluid to flow into me when the tap was turned on.  The liquid had the consistency of a liquored.    God I thought I will never be able to drink all that on my own and chucked at my own joke then though this is the first sign of going mad if I could joke after having my arms and legs cut off.  

I could see Jack picking up things and generally clean up the kitchen.  Betty turned on the tap and a small pump in the pipe.  The contents of the barrel started to be transferred to the tank via me.  As it flowed into my throat the backpressure forced the fluid up into my mouth swelling my cheeks.  It was also being forced up nasal passages till it flowed out my nose and ran down my face and body into the tank.  Betty watched this for a few minutes she leaned over and pinched my nose closed with her fingers, this stopping the flow from the nose.  I could immediate feel the fluid being forced down into my stomach.  It took about 20 minutes before it started to run out my arse and fill the tank.  The pain inside me was tremendous.  I felt I would explode from the pressure.  Betty let go of my nose and as my stomach was now enlarged there was only a small trickle from my nose.

Betty chatted away to Jack about all sorts of mundane things.  Both their voices were picked up by the microphone and played into my ears I couldn’t block her out.  She said the fluid was in fact a special recipe of hers made from Honey, juices from fruits and berries, spices and other special ingredients and did not contain any alcohol. She always used it to marinate meat for roasting, it gave it a special flavour.   O God please let me die now I don’t want to be roasted alive or even marinated for that matter. 

I jumped in shock when the pump attached to the pipes in my womb and bladder switched on and started to fill me.  For five minutes the pump ran, forcing my bladder and womb to expand to a painful size as I squirmed in pain dear Betty stoked my head and told me how proud she would be on the day of the BBQ as I was so pretty and would roast well.  She was sure I was a fighter, the last two day had proved that and with luck I would still be alive when fully cooked and they started to carve me up to eat.  O joy I though.

She picked up the syringe that Jack had used to stop my diaphragm and sucked up the juice from the tank that had now reached my waist.   With a resigned look I watched as she pushed the point into my right breast and injected the contents.  Time and again she repeated this into both breasts until they were swollen with the liquid and it seeped out the nipples.

Jack had finished cleaning up and they left me alone in kitchen, bloated and in pain for the level to rise up and cover my head. Several times they came back to see how things were going.  Jack suddenly came rushing in and full of apologies said he had forgot to put in large contact lenses to protect my eyes from the liquid.  I would have sworn at him if I could.  He said it’s late and he pulled the pipe out of me and let the last bit of the barrel flow into the tank.  The level rose to about 2 inches over my head.  I felt some thing fall pass my breasts to the bottom of the tank and a pump started the flow in to my mouth pipe and through me again.   The tank went dark as the light was turned off. 

I could hear them talking as they undressed for bed, Betty expressing what a good girl I had been all day to put up with so much.  Then they said good night to each other and me.

The only noise in my world was pumps being switched on and off and my second night started.   The pump connected to my womb and bladder would run for 5 minutes forcing the liquid into me then stop and hold it there of 20 minutes then empty me.  30 minutes later the cycle was repeated. The pain of my abused body only allowed me to dose for a short time before it brought me back to the nightmare that was now my life. 

DAY 6

At some point I must have dozed of and I jerked awake to the sound of Betty’s voice telling Jack that she would “cheek on Jenny, do her tits and bum then make breakfast if he wanted a lie in”.

The view from my position up through the dark red marinating fluid was backlight by the light from the windows and kitchen lights, allowed me to make out shapes.  A motor wined and I was pulled up out of the tank into the light.   Most of fluid drained from my face and body but I could still feel I was coated with the stuff.   She stopped the hoist and poured a drop of water into each eye and washed the contact lens clean allowing me to look up into the mirror on the ceiling and see what was going on.  She again pressed the button on the remote and I continued my journey toward the ceiling

As the stumps off my legs came clear of the fluid she stopped the hoist.  If you can hear me raise you right leg she said and without thinking I did or I should say what was left of the leg.  She was overjoyed at my response.   Going to the worktop she picked up the syringe and again pumped up my breasts with the liquid from the tank but this time she sank the needle into my bum and what was left of my thigh’s.  When she finished she pressed the button on the remote and my swollen body was lowered back into the tank.

Two hours later Jack repeated the performance.  He found a few new places to stick the needle and I could tell that sex was behind what he did.  Why else would he fill up the lips of my pussy and the mound above my clit?  Every two-hour of the day they repeated the procedure.   Several times Jack examined my stumps and pronounced him self-happy that no infection had set in.  In fact he said the marinating fluid and helped clean the wounds.

During the day I noticed that the pain was getting more and more bearable and I could hear Betty moving around the ranch.   She would talk to me or put the mike by the radio for me to listen to.   It was at this point I remembered hearing that hostages became very close to their keeper even to the point of enjoying the presences.  This was happening to me I could tell. 

The third night came very slowly.   Betty said she had put a sleeping drug into the syringe the last time it went into my bum. And a wave of sadness fell over me when they said good night then sleep swept me into its arms.