Gretchen

Gretchen
By
A Cannibal

Dieter waited outside the house for the girl to come out. From the day he saw her a month ago the grey haired man knew he wanted her.
During his discrete checking he’d found out her name was Gretchen and that she was 13 years old.
Dieter wanted her for sex of course, but he also wanted her for something else, food. She would make a lovely banquet for his boss.
He was a chef for a man named Günter who enjoyed the taste of young supple teen girls. And as a chef, Dieter liked to collect the ingredients himself.
He looked at his watch and noted the girl should be coming out real soon to go horseback riding. Gretchen always rode in a field by herself so he knew nobody would see what happen to her. That would be the perfect time to abduct her.
Dieter saw the teen come bounding out of the house and grabbed her bicycle. He followed in his car careful not to get to close as Gretchen rode out to the stables.
She didn’t see the white car or the man inside while saddling her horse. Nor did Gretchen notice his car following to the field where she rode the horse.
Dieter enjoyed watching her body bounce as the horse galloped around. Gretchen had firm legs, a nice round butt and then there were the small breast.
They were pair of cute round things that bounced nicely as she rode. Dieter couldn’t help wonder what they would taste like, both raw and cooked.
That was one of the advantages being a cannibal chef. He got to taste the food before and during cooking.
Gretchen finished her ride and climbed off the horse. She intended to walk the horse around to cool him off when she saw a man get out of a car.
“Nice horse what’s his name?” Dieter asked as a way to get the girl to come closer.
 It worked Gretchen and the horse came over to the gate. There was nothing the young teenager liked to do than to talk about her horse.
“His name is Lucky,” she said.
At that point Gretchen turned to pet the horse on the nose.
That was all Dieter needed one hand went around her mouth. His other hand grabbed one of the girl’s arms. With his elbow he tried to release latch and pull his victim to the car.
Gretchen however had other plans. Dropping the rains she managed to pull the man’s hand lower over her mouth.
Gretchen bit down on the Dieter’s hand between his thumb and forefinger. He yelp in pain and released the teenager. Gretchen opened the gate and began running down the dirt road.
“I hate when meat dose this” Dieter muttered to himself and climbed into his car.
He sped after Gretchen who was looking over her shoulder. When she stumbled over a rock Dieter nearly ran her over.
He hopped out of the car carrying a rope and ran over to the fallen girl.
“Stay right there if you know what good for you,” Dieter said looping the rope around the teen’s hand.
Gretchen shouted at the top of her lungs “Let me go you bastard! Someone help me! I’m being kidnapped!”
No one came to her rescue as Dieter swung the rope around her chest. This effectively pinned Gretchen’s arms to her sides, so she wouldn’t be able to scratch him.
Lifting the teen to her feet Dieter she was pushed toward the car. Gretchen knew one she was in the car there would be no hope of escape. So she continued not only to scream, but to try to kick her attacker. She never connected, because Dieter had done this before and knew how to avoid being hit.
Gretchen was pushed onto the car and pinned there by the man’s body.
Reaching in the window Dieter came out with a dowel with thin rope on each side. It looked like a lot like a bit for a horse only to short.
Still it went in Gretchen’s mouth and was tied behind her head. This gag allowed the victim to breathe easily, but not talk or scream.
Now that the meat couldn’t scream he opened the trunk and tossed her into it. He climbed in the car and drove home with tomorrow’s dinner.
The house was big stone mason type set behind high rock walls and steel gate. Nobody could see or hear anything that went on inside.
Dieter drove around to the kitchen entrance and unpacked the trunk. Gretchen tried once more to kick her captor, but it was no use the man avoided every attempt.
Gretchen was pushed into the kitchen and the rope holding her on tied a metal table. This way she would not be able to escape.
Dieter left the meat to wonder what her fate was while he located his boss. While looking around she saw an extremely big oven on one wall. Another area had an extra large pot set in a fireplace.
Gretchen didn’t like the thoughts that started to come into her head. Things like they were big enough to cook her in. She was sure she was going to be raped but the teen wondered. Maybe she was just food for this man.
That didn’t set well with Gretchen either. It was bad enough to be raped and killed, but to end up as food. She gave shuddered and tried not think about what was going to happen. Instead Gretchen thought about how to escape.
Dieter came back in and said in a mocking tone, “good I see you’re still here. I have someone who wants to see what’s on the menu tomorrow. After that you and I can get to know each other little better.”
Tears started to flow from the girl as she was pushed toward the den. Gretchen saw a balding man sitting reading a book.
Setting the book aside Günter looked at his future meal. The first thing he noticed was the cute red hair and blue eyes on her head. That head would soon adorn a spot in his trophy room.
Günter walk up to the teen and she tried to kick him.
He not only sidestepped Gretchen’s kick, but garbed the offending appendage held it in the air.
Günter ran a hand along her leg and squeezed the calf and thigh muscle.
Licking his lips he said, “Mmm, this leg looks delicious. Let me see what else you have to munch on.”
Gretchen screamed and twisted but was unable to break free of either cannibal.
Still holding her leg Günter reached up to the top of her pants he unfastened them and pulled them down. Gretchen’s eyes wide with horror as panties quickly followed. He saw a tangle of red hair between her legs let out a disgusted grunt, “fur! Bah!”
Dieter said, “I’ll take care of that before she’s served, sir.”
Günter nodded and his free hand pushed the teen’s shirt up. It went past Gretchen’s stomach and then her breast. Her white bra was pushed up to hold the shirt above the now bare breasts.
He gave both peach size breasts a squeeze. Muffled screams came from the teen as Günter lips wrapped around her right tit. The man sucked on it and his tongue danced over the nipple.
 After a few minutes Günter stopped released the leg and said, “You’re tasty my dear and you’ll make an excellent meal. You may have her now Dieter. Do what you want to do with this meat, just have her on the dinner table tomorrow evening.”
Dieter nodded and pulled the girls pants up. It was easier to have the meat walk back to kitchen then to carry it there.
A crying Gretchen soon found herself back in the kitchen. This time she was laid out on the table. Her hands were tied above her head. Leather straps were placed across head, neck and waist. The legs were forced apart and tied.
Removing the gag Dieter said, “There you can scream all you want now. Not that it will do you any good. You see this kitchen is sound proof.”
Gretchen whimpered, “Please sir let me go. I won’t tell anyone I was kidnapped. I don’t want to be cooked and eaten.”
“Sorry I can’t accommodate you on that you’re staying for dinner as the main course. The only question is how? Would you like to be roasted or stewed?” he asked.
“I don’t want to be cooked anyway! I just want to go home,” Gretchen screamed.
Dieter laughed, “As I said you’re not going anywhere except to the dinner table tomorrow. Anyway I guess since you won’t choose I’ll just have to sample you.”
He walked behind the teen and opened a cabinet that containing knives. Dieter selected a thin sharp one and returned to the girl.
Gretchen saw the knife in the chef’s hand and swallowed hard. Wild thoughts raced though her head. That she was going killed right away. Maybe he was going to carve a piece off of her and eat it.
Dieter had no intention of killing the teen. Meat girls tasted best when cooked alive.
The knife slid under her shirt and with a few slices it became scrap cloth. After 5 minutes Gretchen lay naked and sobbing.
She was sure she was going to be raped now.
Instead she saw the man disappear behind her again and heard running water.
When Dieter came back he was carrying a bowl of water and a straight razor.
“Gretchen I need to wash you because you smell like horse,” the chef said.
Gretchen might have enjoyed the sponge bath. However she realized this put her one step closer to the dinner table. She screamed and thrashed about, but in the end she was clean and no longer smelled of horse.
Dieters flipped open the razor and said, “That wasn’t so bad was it?  Now hold still I get rid of your bush between your legs.”
Gretchen thrashed about even more before calming down when the chef said, “Better I shave it now then to have it burn off in the oven.”
Soon Gretchen was as bare between the legs as the day she was born. Dieter smiled as he moved the cleaning things away. Now it was time to play with the food.
Play wasn’t actually the right word. Tenderize was a more apt description. This was because her pussy had to be stretch in order to be filled up with stuffing tomorrow.
Dieter grabbed a bottle of virgin olive and placed it next to the teen.
“What’s that for?” a terrified Gretchen asked.
Dieter laughed, “You’ll find out shortly.”
She watched in horror at what the man did next and that was removing his clothing. Now Gretchen knew what was coming next she was about to be raped. With every fiber of her being she tried to break her bonds, but it was no use they wouldn’t budge.
 Picking up the olive oil Dieter said, “You’re probably a bit tight down there. So if I pour a little this in there I’ll be able to slide right in.”
Gretchen screamed “NOOOO!” as the contents of the bottle were poured onto her freshly shaven sex.
He spread the liquid around and let it dip into the slit. Then Dieter climbed onto the screaming and bucking teenager. He slid inside Gretchen without any problems thank to the virgin olive oil.
Her hymen was ripped but the girl didn’t notice as she bucked trying to get him out.
Dieter liked riding her for several minutes before filling her with his man juice. While recovering he decided to taste Gretchen. He still wasn’t sure that she better stewed of roasted.
Günter didn’t care much either way as long as he could identify what part he was eating. The boss loved breasts and tit soup was a favorite but it was hard to make.
The more Deiter thought about it the more he leaned toward oven. Tit soup required a girl with a lot bigger breasts than Gretchen’s peach size ones.
Still the chef took the right breast in his hand and squeezed it gently while his mouth covered the right one.
Gretchen was worn out from her earlier struggles she only had the strength to cry. So teen lay there and endured the violation of her body several more times.
When Dieter climbed off the girl he moved up to her head and gave her a kiss on the head. “You’re a nice fuck and I’d like to keep you around a while. Unfortunately the boss is expecting you for dinner tomorrow and we wouldn’t want that now would we?” he laughed
“I wouldn’t mind. Let me go I won’t…” Gretchen started her pleading
Dieter interrupted her, “Yes, yes, I know you won’t tell anyone you were raped. I’ve heard that all before. I have yet to let a meat girl go and I’m not about to now.”
He walked over to the sink and got a glass of water for Gretchen and returned with it and a book.
After he’d allowed the meat to drink Deiter said, “Let’s talk recipes.”
Once again screams erupted from Gretchen. The chef just smiled and opened the book.
Dieter said, “Let see ‘Roast Waif’, no you’re not an orphan. How about ‘Julian Pie’, nope no good you’re more the main course type.”
Flipping the page he looked up at the young struggling teen and gave her an evil grin.
Ah here the perfect one. Why it’s even got your name on it, ‘Roast Gretchen on a Lettuce Platter.’ Doesn’t that sound really delicious?”
For an answer there was a long anguish scream from Gretchen.
Dieter laughed, “I won’t bore you with the details except to say yum. Well anyway enjoyed your night I’ll be back to morning to prepare you.”
With that he left the kitchen leaving Gretchen alone to ponder her fate.
At 9 am the following morning Dieter arrived in the kitchen.
“Good morning dinner. Did you sleep well?” He asked.
Gretchen answered with, “I don’t want to be that man’s dinner.”
“No? Well how about mine then?” Dieter asked as he pulled out a large roasting pan.
“I don’t want anyone’s dinner. I just want to go home,” the teen cried.
She saw the chef open the oven and pull something out. Gretchen’s eyes went wide in horror when the man stepped aside. She was staring at the largest roasting pan she’d ever seen. Gretchen knew that she could easily fit in.
“Home hah? Well this is your new home, at least for about 5 hrs. That’s how long it’ll take for you to roast,” Dieter chuckled.
“No don’t put me in there. I don’t want to roast in a hot oven,” Gretchen whined.
Oh you’re going in there, just not right away. I still have to get you ready to cook after all.”
Tears continued to flow as Dieter connect one end of a narrow hose to the hot water tap. Once that was done the other end was shoved inside the girl’s butt.
“I going to clean you bowels out can’t have you ruining all that delicious gravy you’re going to make with your shit.
Ignoring the teenager’s terrified screams Dieter turned the water on. Gretchen soon felt like her insides were about to explode when, to her relief the hose was pulled out.
Brown water poured out of girl’s ass. Once the water the hose was inserted and the process was repeated. After the fourth time the water coming out was clean.
Gretchen screams were weak now as the chef began flushing out her bladder and pussy. The teen was numb after that and didn’t complain scream or even struggle as her body was cleansed.
Gretchen didn’t even notice when her pussy was filled with stuffing and corked with a small apple. Nor did the meat complain as she was placed in the roasting pan, in a sitting position.
It wasn’t until butter was being applied that she revived and started once more begging. Dieter had heard it all before and ignored the girl. Instead he concentrated on massaging butter deep into the breast meat.
While he would have like to play with the two globes all day Dieter knew he hadn’t the time. So he went down past the stomach, which still had lot of baby fat on it, to her stuffed cunt and butter the lips. Last the teen red locks were piled on top of her head and tin foil was wrapped around it.
The chef stood back and admired the screaming meat for a moment then said, “Alright meat girl time to get you in the oven.”
A loud shriek of terror emanated from the roasting pan.
“Gretchen, stop your crying! You’re meat now so just relax and enjoy the last few hours of life you have!”
He knew she wouldn’t this was just to instill more terror which added flavor to meat. The roasting pan with the meat was slid in and Dieter turned the oven on to low. That was hot enough to start cooking the meat but not to kill her to fast. The chef wanted entertainment while preparing side dishes for dinner.
When Gretchen went in the oven it was cold and dark except for the window looking out into the kitchen. She could see the men chopping vegetables on the counter. Soon enough though the oven began glowing orange and Gretchen began to sweat. She began to struggled and scream once more.
After what seemed an eternity, actually a ½ hr, the oven door open and she was slid out. The chef produced a bowl and a paint brush.
“Time for basting my dear, can’t have you drying out,” he said brushing melted butter over the meat.
A few minutes later she was looking out the oven again. Screams had gotten her nowhere so she just sat and cried as she slowly roasted.
Gretchen was barely conscious when she was pulled out of the oven. Her skin was deep red in color and she smelled slight of roasting meat.
“Please let me go,” the teen croaked.
Dieter took a fork and poked the girl in several places before saying, “Too late for that. You’re too far into the cooking process to survive if I were to let out.”
A single tear ran down her cheek as she nodded her head once. Gretchen thought that was the case when she saw but never felt the fork stick her in her breasts.
Dieter basted then picked up a bowl containing the vegetables and sprinkled it over the meat. She found herself back in the oven.
A couple minutes later Gretchen was pulled out again and she felt her mouth being opened. She tasted something sweet but her mind was clouded that she didn’t realize it what it was.
“Almost forgot the traditional apple in the mouth. I say goodbye to you now. I don’t think you’ll be here for your next basting.”
As Gretchen went back in a last moment of clarity she let out a long muffled scream. Then her world went black.
Hours later the meat was pulled from the oven and sat on the lettuce lined platter. She never saw her golden brown body surrounded by potatoes wheeled into the dining room.
Along with bottle of chilled wine she was placed in the center of the table. Günter came in walked around the table viewing what had been Gretchen. Steam wisped out of the corner of her mouth as well as her stuffed pussy. Her red hair cascaded down her back while the blue eyes stared out of her head in terror.
Setting down at the head of the table Günter said, “I’ll start with the right breast, if you don’t mind.”
Dieter plunge the fork in deep and cut the tit off at the breast bone. He brought over with the wine. Günter pick the meat up with his hands devoured it with gusto.
“Mmm excellent catch and you’re cooking unsurpassed, as usual.”
“Thank you sir. Would you care for the fillet now?”
Günter said, “Oh yes and some of that stuffing also.”

The End