Chapter 4

"I guess they are going to prepare another animal," I thought as I remembered the one I had seen them lift from the large oven a few nights earlier.

"Eat all you want my sweet. Eat till your tummy is ready to burst," she said excitedly.

I sensed a strange almost perverse excitement in the tone of her voice. It sent a cold shiver up my spine. I found it strange that she would become so excited watching me eat. I must have stuffed the food into my belly for over fifteen minutes before I sat back.

"I think I'm going to burst," I said as I placed my hands over my very full tummy. "That was the most delicious bowl of nuts and berries I have ever eaten."

"You should taste their sweetness after they have been cooked," Shasta said in a mocking tone. "Are you not going to have more?"

"I couldn't, I'm full to the top," I laughed.

"I'm sure there is more room in your lovely belly. With a little help I'm sure you could eat much more," she said as the girls all move closer to me.

I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. All five of the girls had circled tightly around me. There wasn't even enough room for me to stand.

"If you are not going to eat anymore it is time for us to prepare you for the feast," Shasta said in a strange high-pitched voice.

Before I knew what was happening hands were grabbing hold of me on all sides. There were hands under my knees and around my neck. My wrists and my ankles were being held tightly. I realized the three cooks had taken the place of the girls. They had lifted me into the air and were carrying me across the floor. One of them was at my head, another at my feet, and the third had his arms wrapped around my waist. The girls were holding my hands and feet still. I didn't have control over a muscle in my body except for my mouth. I tried to scream but only a faint squeal came from my lungs.

"What are you doing?" I yelled as loudly as I could but nobody seemed to take notice of my protests except Shasta. She began to laugh almost hysterically as they carried me across the kitchen floor.

I would have been the Goddess this year if you hadn't agreed to come," she said bitterly. "I would have been honoured for all eternity, you took that away from me but I will surely win next year when I have your gift."

I knew what she meant by my gift; she was talking about my clit again. Somehow she thought she would be ripping it from my body. I didn't understand anything that was going on. What could possibly make her think I would agree to being mutilated just to satisfy her crazy ideas? When I felt my body being placed down onto a cold surface the reality of what was happening became clear to me. I knew that I had been placed onto the platter the chefs had brought to the table a few moments earlier. I thought they were playing a very sick joke on me.

"If you are trying to scare me it is working," I began to plead. "Please don't do this. Please stop."

I couldn't stop myself from crying. Tears were running down my cheeks and into my mouth. I could taste it salty sweetness. Only Shasta seemed to be aware of what I was saying. The three men and the women acted as though they couldn't hear a word I was saying. Two of the men lifted my legs from under my knees and pushed them up to my chest. They pushed so hard that my knees touched my chin. It felt like the vertebrae in my spine was separating. Then they spread my legs apart pushing my knees almost into my armpits. Pain was bursting from my hips. I was sure that I heard cracking sounds. As the men held my legs in place the women pulled my arms down to my sides. They placed my hands under the bottoms of my feet and began to use twine to bind my hands and feet together. Being able to hold onto the bottoms of my feet relieved some of the pain in my hips. I held onto my feet tightly and pulled them up into my body. I guess I was making it easier for my tormentors to complete their task; all I knew was that it relieved the pain in my hips. Several hands lifted me a few inches into the air. I could feel the twine being wrapped tightly around my body. When I was placed back down on the platter I was completely bound. All I could move was my head. Even my fingers were bound to my feet. I could see a look of satisfaction on everyone's face. Shasta was the only one looking into my eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me? Please untie me and let me go," I begged her.

"You should see how beautiful your white cunt looks now," she laughed. "Your precious little clit is standing straight out."

A cold chill surged into me and my head began to pound wildly.

"It's because you want to take my clit isn't it? Can I only save myself if I let you sever it?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"That is a very interesting proposition," she answered. "But your clit will be mine before this day is over. How did you think we would send you to the Gods? In an automobile?" She laughed wildly at her own joke.

"You said that you couldn't kill me," I sobbed.

"No one will take your life," Shasta answered clearly. "We will simply put you into the oven and if the Gods wish to spare your miserable life there are many ways available to them." She giggled

Reality rushed into my mind. They were going to cook me alive. I began to plead and blubber like a baby.

"Oh God No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Please Nooooooooooo. Please don't put me into the oven alive. Please, Please. You can be that insane. Please don't do this to me."

"I have heard enough of your whining," Shasta said loud enough to droned out my weak voice as I felt a pair of strong hands lifting and pulling my head back. One of the cooks was standing over me with a lone transparent hose in his hands. It looked to be just a little larger around the garden hose. I felt a pain ripping into my chest as one of the women bit into my nipple. My mouth opened wide in an attempt to scream when I felt something being jammed down on either side of my jaw. It had all been done just to get me to open my mouth wide. What ever it was they had placed into my mouth was causing it to remain wide-open. As soon as the cooks had jammed the wedges into my mouth the girl quit biting my nipple. I watched in horror as the cook began to shove the plastic tube down my throat. A large funnel was placed onto the other end of the hose. One of the cooks held it a few feet over my head. The girls lifted the bowl of nuts and berries I had been eating from and began to pour them into the funnel. The nuts and berries rushed down the tube and into my tummy. My tummy began to feel like it was going to explode. At least another two pounds of berries had pushed their way into me before I saw the flow stop. I felt several hands resting on my swollen tummy. They began punching and needed it as the flow of nuts and berries began to fill my tummy again. They punched and needed my tummy until they couldn't get any more in. As the cooks slowly pulled the tube out of my throat I could see more fruits and nuts flowing down the tube. They were even filling my throat.

"I guess you have three choices," I heard Shasta saying to me. "You can bring up and choke to death or you can die a painless death in the oven. You will pass out from the heat long before it eats your flesh. Or you can hold out for a miracle from the Gods. You can hope that they will spare your life. The choice is yours."

I wondered why she thinks I would choke to death if I brought up. All I would do is made one hell of a mess," I thought defiantly.

The answer came to me a few moments later as one of the women appeared over me with a large needle and thread in her hands. One of the cooks removed the device from my jaw pulling it shut with his hands. I tried to scream as I felt the sting of the needle piercing my lip. I felt it go through the underside of my bottom lip an out the top. She did this several more times before she cut the needle free of the thread and began to tie my lips together. I could feel a trickle of blood running on the insides of my cheek and down my throat. Tears were pouring so badly from my eyes that everything was becoming a blur. Fear had totally overtaken me. I was capable of enduring almost any among the pain if I knew I was giving pleasure. But this had none of those feelings. There was no passion in this room. The only feelings I could sense was Shasta's hate for me. I had never been so afraid in my life. My heart was pounding as I felt myself being lifted into the air one more time. They turned me over and laid me down onto my stomach. My body was rocking as it I were a large beach ball. There were pains shooting in my belly. I could see a large bowl of fruit on the table beside me. It was full of apples, pears, oranges, and bananas. I could feel hands pulling the cheeks of my bum apart. It felt like they were splitting my ass. I saw one of the cooks scooping a substance from a can. His hand came out full of lard. I screamed in silence as I felt him pushing his fingers into my ass. I saw one of the girls passing him an apple and felt pain ripping through my rectum as it began to enter my bowels.

"No, no!, oh God Nooooooooooooooooooooo," I screamed in silence. "Please make them stop. Please God, Please make them stop," I began to pray and plead in my silent torture, but in my heart I knew it was too late.

I wrenched in pain as the cooks slowly emptied the bowl of fruit into my intestines. The pain was like a fire burning inside me, the force of it seemed to be everywhere. I hardly noticed the stinging of the needle as they began to sew my rectum shut. I felt myself being lifted into the air again, this time I was placed down on my back again. I saw them walking around me smiling down at their handiwork. Shasta appeared before me holding a large pineapple in her hands. I couldn't help but admire its foliage. Most pineapples I have seen have a few motley leaves sticking out of them but this one had what looked like a thick blush of green flowers on its stock. I knew what she planned on doing with it but I was incapable of any more fear that I already felt. In a way I had almost accepted my fate, I just wanted it to end. I felt fingers pushing into either side of my vagina. This was probably the first time it was not dripping wet from its own fluids. There was no feeling of lust in me. I saw Shasta appear over me again. She was holding the pineapple in her hands. It was covered in the thick lard. She smiled down at me as she lowered it between my legs and began to push it into me. My body started to slide off the platter. One of the cooks lowered his large hands to my shoulders and held me tightly. I knew that my pussy was ripping as she pushed the huge pineapple into me. I could feel it screaming in pain as she split it open. My head was spinning, lights were flashing before my eyes. I fell like my life was already ebbing. I began to pray for the darkness that would give me piece. I saw Shasta smiling down at me again. Her hands were covered in lard and blood. She lifted my head so I could see the green foliated between my legs. I could feel the pointed barbs of its skin sticking into my internals. She dropped my head back down onto the platter.

"You're white cunt looks beautiful," she laughed loudly. "In just a few moments you will meet the Gods."

Shasta and the other girls began to pack fruit and vegetables around me. Shasta rubbed the lard from her hands onto my body. I was almost delirious with fear and pain. My mind began to play a sick game with me. I began to imagine what I would look like when I was removed from the ovens several hours later. I imagined them cutting me open and all the fruits pouring out of me in a steaming mass. I imagined Shasta being the first to claim her prize as she cuts my steaming clitoris from my body.