Taylor's Christmas Gift to Emma
 
In a world without superpowers where Emma and Taylor never had a falling out, Emma's mom helps get her Daughter the perfect Christmas present; cooking lessons with real girlmeat to practice on. Taylor of course gives Emma her own gift; the meat to practice with. But does Zoe know what's really inside Emma's heart?
 
Tags: F/F, Teen, Dolcett, Parahumans (Series), Pussy trimming, pussy cooking, whole roasting, snuff, willing, consensual, romantic, gutting, bondage, strap on, Emma Barnes, Zoe Barnes, Anne Barnes, Taylor Anne Hebert, Annette Hebert
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Taylor struggled not to squirm. It was important she stay completely still so as not to ruin Emma's surprise.
 
It had been two days since she had talked to her girlfriend, but she'd covered for that by telling Emma that her parents were taking her camping for Christmas so Emma wouldn't be able to reach her on the house phone. Her parents would cover for her since they knew *exactly* what she was up to, even if they weren't a hundred percent approving.
 
She'd spent almost the entire time since Auntie Zoe 'convinced' her two days ago tied up in ribbon, nearly naked, in Emma's parents' bathtub. An entire two days being 'cleaned out' and played with by Zoe Barnes, completely unable to move or pleasure herself.
 
Taylor's breath hitched. Emma wasn't bad at pleasing her, but Emma's *mom?* Zoe Barnes was an absolute *expert.* She'd brought her to the absolute edge of satisfaction each night only to leave her there unsatisfied.
 
Then last night, after Emma went to bed, Zoe and Alan had picked her up and carried her downstairs, retying the red ribbons restraining her wrists more... thoroughly, and placing her in a long thin cardboard gift-box which was itself tied off with a ribbon.
 
Taylor could probably break out. She could probably tear or snap the ribbon if she wanted to, and she could definitely burst out of the thin carboard. But that wasn't the point of this.
 
Taylor's restraints weren't meant to restrain her. They were meant to show her off; a pleasant present for her girlfriend to unwrap and use... before discarding.
 
Taylor shivered, barely believing she was really going through with this. But the thought of Emma's reaction? Knowing how much her girlfriend *wanted* this?
 
Taylor couldn't bring herself to refuse her.
 
So Taylor stayed as still as she could, trembling in her box as she waited with baited breath for Emma to unwrap her present.
 
"Is that it?" Emma's sister Anne asked. "Who's the big present for? Dad? It's unlabeled."
 
Alan Barnes wasn't there to open his presents; he'd been called into the office to answer a forthwith subpoena. That didn't change the fact that the big present, the one that contained Taylor, wasn't for him.
 
It was for Emma.
 
Emma had wanted to learn how to cook girlmeat ever since she and Taylor had gotten together for real last year, and it wasn't a secret who she was learning to cook for. Emma loved to eat Taylor's pussy when they fucked, and her favorite 'joke' (though they both knew it wasn't quite a joke really) was that one day she'd learn how to cook and get to eat Taylor's pussy for real.
 
Taylor didn't know how Zoe had learned what Emma wanted, but two days ago Emma's mom had showed up at her house to talk to her mom and dad.
 
Zoe had spoken softly to Taylor's parents, and after some quiet conversation that Taylor had missed, Zoe had entered her mom and dad's room where she'd quite noisily convinced Taylor's own parents to let her ask Taylor something.
 
Zoe wanted to go halfsies on her present to Emma. Zoe would give Emma cooking lessons, and Taylor would provide the ingredients.
 
Her. She'd be the ingredients for Emma's lesson.
 
Taylor's heart raced in her chest. Snuffing her was Emma's fetish more than Taylor's own, but she couldn't deny the nervous excitement that filled her knowing that she was actually going to go through with it.
 
"That present is for Emma actually," Zoe explained, amused. "It's from Taylor and me."
 
"Really?" Emma asked, excited; though clearly not excited enough that she had guessed what the present contained.
 
Taylor could hear Emma moving over to the box, feel the box move around her as her girlfriend unwrapped the ribbon and pulled off the top.
 
"Surprise!" Taylor spoke softly as she smiled up at her girlfriend. She was wearing her glasses, some artfully wrapped red ribbon that covered her breasts and privates and bound her wrists in front of her in a big bow... and nothing else.
 
"Taylor!? Oh. My. GOD!" Emma's gaze zeroed in and locked on Taylor's face, a look of wild delight and glee sparkling in her eyes, but mixed with confusion. "Ohmygod, T-Tay? Why did you? I thought you were camping!?"
 
"I-I mean, I'm super-touched that you decided to give yourself to me, but..." She shot her mom a puzzled look of jealous accusation. "Did Mom help wrap you? Without me??"
 
"She's been here for the last two days, getting ready for you." Zoe admitted. "I was keeping her in the bathtub in my room."
 
"What- What are you doing here!?" Emma asked, wildly, looking everywhere around the room but at her, only for her eyes to be immediately drawn over and over again to her barely-covered body.
 
Emma remembered well what was hiding under those ribbons running between Taylor's thighs. Remembered the way Taylor stared sternly down at her in disapproval after Emma made that 'eat you for real' joke, and having to make Taylor cum twice to get back into her friend's good graces.
 
But she also remembered wondering if Tay would ever let her, or if she would finally lose patience with her jokes and cook Emma herself instead...
 
The flame-haired girl was blushing almost as red as her hair as she bit her lip and stared at her friend.
 
"I'm your Christmas present. Well, half of it anyway." Taylor admitted, her heart pounding in her chest. "Your mom is going to give you some cooking lessons and... I'm the meat." Taylor confessed with a blush.
 
"Oh. My. GOD!" Emma's gaze zeroed in and locked on Taylor's face, a look of wild delight and glee sparkling in her eyes. "Ohgod, yes, yest, Tay-Tay! I've wanted to cook you since we started dating!"
 
Her gaze roved down over the beribboned girl, making delighted little squeals. "I can't believe this is happening! My very best friend decided to cook for me!"
 
"Honestly Taylor, I can't believe you're letting this brat learn how to cook on you. If anything we should be snuffing her instead." Anne snarked from where she was laying on the couch.
 
The redhead shot her sister a glare, deflected by Anne's knowing, smug smirk in her direction. Luckily, Tay was too busy blushing to notice, given the way Emma's Mom was looking hungrily at her.
 
"Do you want to... unwrap your present?" Taylor asked a bit nervously after a few seconds of awkward silence. Taylor had never been naked in public before. It was nerve wracking, even if both Emma and her mom knew her body quite intimately by now. Of course, those two weren't the only girls in the room now were they?
 
"Yeah Emma, If we're eating her instead of you," there was a pause where Anne's insulting both Emma's intelligence and courage was heavily implied, "then unwrap your girlfriend and show us her goods! She's not as good as you, but she does look tasty. Even from over here!"
 
Emma blushed fiercely at her sister's teasing, but absolutely agreed with the sentiment. Taylor looked like she was *made* for eating!
 
The redhead started untying the ribbons binding Taylor's wrists, nibbling her lip, and working up the courage to ask in a low tone, "Hhhhow did you, um... What made you decide to..? I mean, you've never shown any interest in letting me cook you before...?"
 
Given how stern Tay got after each time Emma brought it up, she was secretly certain that *she* would wind up on Taylor's plate instead, once Taylor tired of the teasing and confronted the redhead about her true desires...
 
Even now, her panties were starting to get sticky...
 
"I convinced your girlfriend for you Emma." Zoe brazenly admitted, not even trying to hide what Zoe did to her. "Annette's wanted a threesome with me and Danny for a long time. So, I gave her that and she let me ask Taylor here for her help. Of course... then I had to convince Taylor too." Zoe waggled her eyebrows and Taylor blushed in response.
 
That was why Zoe went into her parents' room? To fuck them into letting Emma and Zoe snuff her if she let them!?
 
Well... Taylor couldn't exactly blame her parents. Zoe had been quite convincing.
 
She'd brought Taylor to the absolute brink of Orgasm over and over, and left her there each time, telling her about her plans as Taylor whined for more until Taylor just... gave in. Only then had Zoe given her the relief she sought; and Emma's mom hadn't let her cum since.
 
If Zoe had played her parents half as masterfully, it was no wonder they left the choice of whether she'd be snuffed or not in Taylor's own hands.
 
Emma's jaw dropped as she stared at her mother. The image of her mom 'convincing' her -girlfriend- to let them cook her together hurt her poor, shocked brain!
 
"W-Wow, I didn't know you were into older women, Tay!" Emma almost fumbled the delivery, blushing fiercely as she tugged at the ribbons that slid between the taller girl's thighs, making Tay gasp a little at the way the silky material tugged at her. "But if you're really willing to be cooked, then I definitely want to be the one to cook you!"
 
It was actually happening! Right now! Here! She was going to get to cook Taylor!
 
She supposed she could always just get cooked by the next girl she dated...
 
But that reminded her of the way Sophia Hess had been sniffing around. She'd been eyeing Emma for the last few weeks, ever since Janice disappeared. And then there'd been that time in the showers when Sophia had chatted with another of her gym buddies that girlmeat has everything a body needs, and she'd love to get her fingers into 'hers', with a weighty look down at Emma's lycra-coated cameltoe.
 
Emma finished unwrapping Taylor, peeling away the ribbons to show off her cute little clamshell pussy. Not even a hint of her inner lips could be seen past the outer set, and Taylor shot her a shy, blushing little smile as Emma cooed in delight and slowly stroked along Taylor's exposed pussy.
 
"Do you like it?" Taylor asked, nervously.
 
"I don't like it." At Taylor's surprised, and crestfallen stare, the redhead grinned unrepentantly. "I *adore* it!"
 
"I can't believe you really agreed to do this!" Emma raved as she settled beside the taller girl. "I never imagined in my wildest dreams that you'd ever actually, for-real, let me *snuff* you!"
 
"Your mom was... very convincing." Taylor admitted with a blush.
 
"I'm still jealous as fuck about that." Emma shot her mother a reproachful, disappointed look, which Zoe waved off with an indulgent smile. "But I'm super-happy with my present! I can't wait to finally get to snuff your gorgeous ass and taste this delicious little twat for real!"
 
She'd started to caress and tease Taylor's pussy, finding the taller girl exceedingly wet as she peeled Tay-Tay's outer lips open to expose her hot, raw, pinkness inside.
 
"Mmmm... If you want to play with your food bring her in the Kitchen. I can show you how to properly tenderize her." Zoe Barnes teased, halfway to the kitchen.
 
Zoe was wearing a red dress trimmed with white fur.
 
'Like Santa.' Taylor realized as Emma hooked her fingers into Taylor's G-Spot and began walking her into the kitchen.
 
'Fuck! Does Emma even know how hot she is right now? I mean... I don't want to die... but Emma *definitely* wants to kill me. And... I kinda want her to.' Taylor realized as she stumbled a little following Emma's guidance into the kitchen like a horse hitched to a cart.
 
Emma was usually the one on her knees when she was alone with Taylor, but this turnabout, having Taylor under her control? It was *delightful!* She knew Taylor wasn't into being snuffed like Emma, though Tay was clearly having a good time with being teased like this, given how wet her pussy was getting!
 
Even so, the fact that Taylor was letting her do all this instead of the other way around was because how much Taylor loved her, and that warmed Emma's heart.
 
"You know..." The redhead leaned in to whisper delicately in Taylor's ear. "... I would absolutely have cooked for you, if you'd asked..."
 
"Even now?" Taylor asked, curious and full of feelings that she didn't quite understand.
 
"Especially now." Emma admitted.
 
Emma really would switch places with Taylor. She could easily take her girlfriend's place on the platter, her pussy was fatter, juicier than Taylor's. She'd be world-class, if Taylor snuffed her.
 
Though... She had really mixed feelings now that she knew she *could* have Taylor....
 
"But you don't want to." Taylor realized. "You want to 'eat my pussy for real'."
 
"I would..." She'd never dared dream that she could actually *have* it, though. She'd never thought Taylor would ever let her! But now that she knew it was within reach...
 
"You want it. My pussy. You really do want to snuff me for my pussy." Taylor realized. Taylor had seen through Emma; she'd known that her constant jokes weren't really fully serious, so she hadn't been completely convinced that this was what Emma actually wanted. But now? Knowing that the only reason Emma hadn't wanted it was because she hadn't *let* herself want it? Because she thought Taylor would *deny* her?
 
"More than anything." Emma's tone was wistful, as she played with Taylor's sleek pussy, her other hand sliding up the taller girl's toned body, her runner's figure tight and firm. "I, I really do want it, Taylor, I want to taste it, to smell it, to let it melt apart on my tongue..."
 
Taylor could see the endless abyss of *need* in Emma. Need for her. Need for this. Need that her girlfriend was willing to ignore because she thought that Taylor would deny, not just Emma's request, but Emma herself if Taylor realized it was there.
 
Taylor couldn't deny her. Not like this.
 
"You can snuff me, if you want." Taylor admitted. "Or I could snuff you. But... I'm your gift. So it's your decision."
 
Emma hesitated, poised on the razor's edge. For some reason, the thought of Sophia's words in the bathroom kept recurring to her, the way the black girl's hungry gaze kept falling to Emma's fat twat, even concealed under her swimwear.
 
More than once she'd seen the track star eyeing other girls like that, and then they'd vanished one weekend, never to return. The word on the street was that Sophia thought that eating a girl's twat gave her that extra pep for a track-meet, which is why the girls kept vanishing just before one of the school's track-and-field competitions.
 
Sophia always won those, undefeated and insufferable.
 
And now the track star was eyeing *her* like she was going to be her next performance-enhancing fix.
 
She bit her lip, her longing for Taylor at war with her own desire, and the niggling urge to be put out of that bitch's reach for good.
 
She met Taylor's gaze, knowing that the taller girl could read her like an open book, and allowing her countenance to speak volumes for her.
 
"It's up to you," Taylor stated as she and Emma stumbled into the kitchen, neither of the other women in the house wanting to interrupt their moment. "I wouldn't mind eating you, but if you want my pussy?" Taylor cupped her hands over Emma's as Emma unconsciously dragged her with her fingers.
 
"It's yours..." Taylor confessed.
 
Emma *did* want Taylor's pussy, she did, honest! ... Buuuut...
 
But the thought that Taylor would become a part of her couldn't quite drown out the fact that she didn't trust Sophia, and that the black girl wanted *her* pussy....
 
"... If," Emma had to swallow, glancing shyly at her girlfriend, teasing Taylor's twat and keeping her voice low, "if.... if things were reversed, w-would? ... Would you?"
 
'Want my pussy?' was what she wanted to ask, but was terrified of the answer.
 
"If things were reversed? If you were *my* Christmas present, you mean?" Taylor asked.
 
The image of herself, wrapped up in red-and-green ribbon beneath the tree in Taylor's house, being found in the morning and being unwrapped by Taylor? Of giving her *EVERYTHING* that made her Emma?
 
God she was getting wet at the thought of it as she gave a timid, shy little nod, peeking hopefully up at Taylor.
 
"Do you want me to?" Taylor asked, curious and maybe a little bit turned on as well. "To Snuff you, I mean?"
 
Emma blushed and bit her lip a little, glancing shyly away, before peeking back at her girlfriend. "I, I'd rather it be you, than..."
 
"Than who?" Taylor asked, incensed at the thought that Emma might get snuffed by some girl Taylor didn't even know about after Taylor had decided to finally give Emma what she'd been begging for.
 
"... Sophia." the name was practically whispered as Emma held her friend close.
 
"That angry jock girl?" Taylor asked. Emma didn't sound excited by it, more... resigned.
 
That wasn't the face of someone happy and willing to be snuffed.
 
At least, not by *Sophia*.
 
Emma nodded as she nuzzled into Taylor's warm bosom, caressing the taller girl's rump. "... Every time she has a meet, a girl goes missing, and she always wins. She's claimed that pussymeat is the best performance enhancer, and... and now she's looking at *me*..."
 
That last came out in a soft, strangled whisper as Emma practicallly clung to her naked girlfriend.
 
"You don't want her to have you." Taylor understood. "But... Emma, that's not the same as wanting me to have you. We could probably get Sophia snuffed if you wanted to. She goes to Winslow. She's definitely not rich. I'm sure your mom could get her mom to sell her to you if you wanted?"
 
"Th-That's true...." Emma sniffled a little, pulling back to peer shyly up at Taylor.
 
If she really wanted to, she could probably have her parents buy Sophia's meat, she'd be pricy, track star and all, but it would be doable, but...
 
But something else was stopping her. Not being unable to snuff Sophia, not fear of being snuffed by her, no, it was something else...
 
She wanted *Taylor* to snuff her...
 
"Please, I... Tay..." Emma's voice was trembling a little in anticipation, fear, and anxiety as she struggled to keep herself together. "I don't w-want Sophia to snuff me... I w-want you to..."
 
"Sophia doesn't matter, Emma. Don't worry about her." Taylor chided softly. "You matter, and I matter. No one else. So, don't worry about her. I want to know what *you* want. Do you want me on your plate? My pussy warming your belly? I'm willing to give you anything you want from me, Emma. Whether it's my pussymeat... or..."
 
"Yes!" Emma blushed and bit her lip as she kneaded Taylor's warm, sweet pussy. Despite teasing Tay as much as she dared, her girlfriend was steady as a rock, despite Emma's own delight in the idea.
 
Clearly, it wasn't her girlfriend's fetish, but that only made her offer oh-so-romantic, giving her everything to Emma, without thought of return....
 
Emma could eat her up for that, spent hours feasting on Taylor's pussy, listening to her moans of delight for that alone...
 
"Or whatever you want me to do to you... even... snuff you."
 
The redhead had two fingers buried in Taylor's twat, and the mention of Taylor snuffing her was the first sign of Taylor's own arousal that this conversation had provoked. Emma felt her heart lurch, the romantic idea she'd had days ago finally coming to fruition and bursting in her mind like a bubble come to the surface.
 
"Th-Then I want my Christmas present, Taylor..." Emma silenced the taller girl with a tender kiss. "I want you to snuff me..."
 
Taylor's pussy clamped fown hard on Emma's fingers as her words stirred Emma's fantasies. She'd never wantedf to pressure her best friend into dying for her, but... Wll all of Emma's teasing about eating Taylor's pussy had hit the mark. Just... maybe not the mark Emma wanted?
 
Or... With her offering herself like this... maybe it *did* hit the mark Emma wanted it to?
 
 
"I want you to pleasure me, I want you to cook me, I want you to *eat* me, Taylor..." Emma's voice dropped to a throaty moan she knew would stir Taylor's libido. "Feast on me, devour me, eat my pussy up until it's all gone... I want you to make my pussy a part of you... Forever..."
 
Taylor wanted that. She wanted to give Emma what she wanted! But-!
 
Abruptly Taylor turned to look at Zoe with a pleading look. *Her* harents had agreed to let Emma snuff her, but that wasn't necessarily true of Emma's.
 
"Can I?" Taylor asked, hopeful.
 
"Let her snuff the brat!" Anne chimed in in support. "We all know Emma's just going to let some random girl snuff her if you don't."
 
Emma blushed but shot her sister a dirty look. "It wouldn't be some random slut! That'd be *you*, Annnny-one!"
 
"I'm anything but indiscriminate, *Emma*. And I'd never let anyone snuff me. I'd be the one snuffing *them*! You little slut!"
 
"That's enough girls. This is Christmas and I won't have any fighting between you." Zoe commanded in a perfect 'mom' voice as Taylor tried and nearly succeeded in suppressing a giggle.
 
"B-Besides..." Emma shot a pleading look at Taylor. "E-Even if you didn't want me, I'd p-probably choose Madison...."
 
"Or my mom, but she's got first dibs anyway..." Emma blushed at a serenely smug Zoe.
 
Zoe looked amused. "Don't worry about it Taylor. This is Emma's gift and Alan could never deny her anything she wants. Even if she wants to be snuffed by her cute little Girlfriend."
 
"Then it looks like you're on the Menu now, Emma." Taylor smiled serenely at her best friend.
 
The redhead flung her hands around her best friend, hugging Taylor tight, and Anne gave a nasty giggle. "Looks like I get to be an only kid again, great, thanks Mom!"
 
"Anne..." Zoe chided disappointed with her eldest.
 
Emma didn't hear either of them, she was lost in Taylor's gaze. Soon, those beautiful dark eyes would see her devoured, not just with oral, but body, mind, even soul. Her entire life was Taylor's to have, and to end...
 
Emma couldn't wait!
 
"Alright then, I guess we're changing out the meat in the lesson plan. And the student! Emma, you're overdressed." Zoe pointed out.
 
It was just starting to sink in, that she'd actually gone and done it. She was meat now, and the look on her mom's face showed that while Zoe approved of the switch, she wasn't going to let Emma back out of yet another 'passion project'.
 
And Anne wouldn't ever let her live it down, no matter how long she lived...
 
"Taylor, go get an Apron. We don't want you to need to take a shower before dinner. Your meal would get cold." Zoe added with a very significant glance at Emma so that there was no mistake as to what she meant by Taylor's 'meal'; nor her disapproval at that meal's state of dress.
 
Emma blushed and started to undress, pulling off the warm, comfy sweater she'd thrown on to go open presents in.
 
Taylor walked to the Hook on the wall where the Aprons were kept, grabbing Emma's; a thick vinyl number with the words "Snuff the Chef" on it that Anne had gotten her for her birthday last year. It was a bit short on her, only coming down to a bit below her waist, leaving Taylor's pussy easily accessible.
 
Taylor looked absolutely scrumptious in it and for a moment, just a moment, Emma regretted her choice only to remember what was waiting for her instead.
 
Emma blushed as she realized her girlfriend was waiting on her, and eagerly began tugging down her pajama pants.
 
"Put a little effort into it." Zoe commanded. "Taylor won't be half-assing snuffing you. Why aren't you putting on a show to thank her for her gift?" Zoe commanded, standing imperiously with her hands on her hips.
 
The redhead shot her mom a glance, kicked aside the PJs and stood before her girlfriend, clad only in her bra and panties.
 
The red lace bra and panties she'd gotten a few days ago, to hopefully surprise Taylor with.
 
Sheer red silk shrouded her breasts, her nipples artfully hid behind small whorls of embroidery, a small tracery of lace along the bottom edge concealed the underwire that helped add to her bosom, and blended perfectly into her own paler flesh.
 
The panties were high-cut Brazilian type, tucked around her waist and running deep down almost to her mound in front, only a thin edging of lace before vanishing into thin, sheer silk to coat her pussy with an enticing veil.
 
Emma reached behind her, letting Taylor get an eyeful as she slowly unhooked her bra, and sloooowly peeled it away from her shoulders, one forearm always keeping the lace in place as she shifted it off one shoulder, then the other.
 
"I wonder if your mom is going to teach us how to fry those..." Taylor asked, looking at her girlfriend's more generous breasts. If she ate them would her own modest chest grow larger? Taylor hoped they would.
 
She shot the raven-haired girl a sultry smile and let the bra flow away, one hand drawing it over to the side, and letting it fall on the countertop.
 
"I had planned to have Emma whole roast you, Taylor." Zoe admitted. "But we could show you how to part a girl out if that's how Emma wants you to snuff her?"
 
Emma couldn't help her gaze being dragged over to the new girl-roasting oven that her mom had installed only last month. The idea of being stuffed in there, unable to escape, cooking warmly for her girlfriend, it was soaking her panties!
 
"N-No, I don't... don't want to be parted out..." She blushed and shot Taylor a warm glance. "I want Taylor to know she's eating *me.*"
 
Her fingers had been fiddling with her panties, and now she turned, rising on the balls of her feet as she slowly leaned over, presenting her rump-roast to her girlfriend, and slooowly peeling the swatch of silk from her petals, letting Taylor *see* how wet all this was making her.
 
"God you look gorgeous, Emma." Taylor gasped, staring at Emma's perfect body as Zoe prepared the cooking area for her daughter's Christmas gift.
 
"Good enough to e-eat?" She slid her panties slowly down over her thighs, giving a hot little gasp that she *knew* Taylor liked as the wet fabric finally let go of her sleek little puss.
 
She let them fall, sliding slowly to her feet and stepping out of the panties, lifting them and tugging them off her other ankle to set beside her discarded bra, displaying herself fully to her gorgeous girlfriend's gaze.
 
The redhead had shaved just last night, so she only had a tiny smattering of fuzz, and yes, the carpet matched the drapes. She fluttered her eyelashes at her girlfriend, one hand palming and caressing her left breast, as the other delved down to lightly caress the side of her pussy, drawing Taylor's attention to her preferred part.
 
God she hoped that Taylor played with her and enjoy treating her roughly! Tay was a gem and quite the forceful domme when they were alone. Many were the times Emma had wound up squealing into her pillow as Taylor forced her to cum from spanking alone, only to make her cum again and again until it *hurt* to cum with her long, dexterous fingers buried in Emma's pussy...
 
Taylor was always considerate and tender, even when she took charge of Emma like how the redhead *longed* for her to do right now!
 
"Definitely good enough to eat." Taylor agreed, licking her lips as she advanced and traced her fingers over Emma's sex.
 
"How do you want to do this?" Taylor asked curious. "It is still *your* Christmas present, even if I'm the one who'll end up with *this* little treat in my belly."
 
Emma rose on tiptoe and *moaned* at the soft touch on her oh-so-wet pussy! "Please, Taylor, ohgodpleaseI'msoclose...!"
 
"I'm going to miss the way your pussy quivers for me as soon as I touch it..." Taylor whispered softly as she pulled away.
 
The redhead gave a hot, quiet little mewl of disappointment as her pussy was left unattended, turning to give a blushing glare at her sister's snort of laughter.
 
"I'm not letting you cum yet, Emma." Taylor asserted. "I want to give you the best send off ever, which means you need to *tell* me how you want to do this. With your words, Emma." Taylor chided.
 
Emma bit her lip and shot Taylor a timid little look. "H-Here, in front of e-everyone...?"
 
"Yes here. Right now. You're not leaving this kitchen alive, Emma. And your mom and Sister aren't going anywhere either." Taylor asserted.
 
"... I w-want you to be rough with me, Taylor..." Emma shot a glare at Anne again as her older sister snorted laughter. "I w-want you to use me and h-hurt me and s-snuff me without a-asking..."
 
She took a breath and met her girlfriend's wide eyes. "You can do w-whatever you want with me, n-no matter what... Y-You don't need to ask, I'm yours, Taylor... Forever..."
 
"You're sure? Because, I will." There was something dark in Taylor's eyes. If Emma really wanted this, Taylor would *absolutely* give her it, but there would be no backing out
 
Emma bit her lip and nodded. "...Wh-Why do you think I've been t-teasing you, Taylor? I've been h-hoping that you'd s-snap from me teasing you about eating your pussy for real and just, just *cook* me to shut me up..."
 
"I r-really want this Tay..." The redhead sounded so meek and shy as she peeked softly up at her tall girlfriend. "I want you to *take* me, g-giving me nothing back, u-unless you maybe want to give me a pity cum, o-or two... I-If you want too?"
 
"Yeah! Snuff the brat!" Anne cheered. "She deserves *whatever* you wanna do to her Taylor! She almost had you cooked because she was too chicken to speak up!"
 
"I'm s-sorry about that, Tay....." Emma gulped shyly and peered contritely up at the taller girl. "M-Maybe I should be p-punished, to m-make it up to you?"
 
"You really don't care if you cum or not?" Taylor asked, searching into Emma's eyes.
 
Emma nibbled her lip and shot a timid glance at her mother, befor turning back to the tall brunette. "I s-said that you don't need permission, T-Taylor... F-Feel free to u-use me, abuse me, however you like..."
 
"Hey mom? Why don't you teach Taylor how to do what you did to Annette?" Anne suggested, hopefully.
 
"My mom?" Taylor asked. "What did you do to my mom?"
 
"Annette volunteered to let me use her to teach Anne how to properly trim a bird when you and Emma were at Summer camp that summer before high school." Zoe admitted, looking oddly at her elder daughter.
 
"Trim a bird?" Taylor asked, unfamiliar with teh euphemism.
 
"A girl." Anne explained. "Mom and I trimmed Annette's lower lips for bacon and docked her clit for roasting. She wouldn't let us cook her for real though." Anne added, her voice full of regret.
 
Taylor's eyes widened in shock. Emma's big sister had *docked* her mother's clit? And cooked her pussy lips!?
 
Emma's eyes were wide too, staring at Taylor in surprise. "Y-You didn't know?"
 
Her pussy was visibly moistening, her lips turning a darker shade of pink.
 
"I had no idea." Taylor admitted.
 
"I thought you did..." Emma bit her lip and blushed cutely. "W-Well, I don't really mind if... if you want a s-snack, while you p-prep the rest of me..."
 
Docking *hurt,* it involved cutting off the most sensitive part of the pussy, and snipping out the clit by the base!
 
But if Taylor wanted it, she'd gladly hurt for her!
 
Taylor glanced as Emma as if to ask for permission before remembering her plea. Emma didn't want Taylor to ask permission. She wanted Taylor to *use* her.
 
"Teach me?" Taylor demanded of Zoe, without a second glance at Emma.
 
Emma's eyes widened and she beamed in delight at her girlfriend taking charge! Her pussy was already throbbing in anticipation!
 
"Of course. You want to tenderize your meat before or after you trim her?" Zoe asked, curious.
 
Before would have Taylor ramming her Emma mercilessly into the countertops with Zoe's tenderizing dildo; the same one she'd used on Annette. But after? It would be soo much more painful for Emma, but Emma's pussy bacon would probably be finished by the time they were ready to toss her in the oven.
 
The redhead squealed as Taylor pushed her back onto the countertop until Emma fell over, "W-Wait, Taylor, please, i-if you trim me first, I, I can watch you e-eat me!"
 
"It'll hurt more too. Not that that matters, I guess." Taylor realized as she stared at Emma's naked body.
 
"Do it, Taylor. It was sooo hot having your mom watch me as I ate her pussy bacon!" Anne urged.
 
God! Knowing that Anne and Zoe had eaten her *mom* and were now helping her eat their daughter? Well, Zoe's daughter and Anne's *sister*?
 
Taylor couldn't understand why that was so... hot.
 
"Yeah. Teach me how to trim her." Taylor decided
 
Emma gave an excited squeal, provoking a nasty laugh from her sister, but she didn't care. Taylor was going to hurt her, that was all she wanted!
 
"Alright. Up on the counter, but grab the scissors first." Emma's mom ordered her.
 
The redhead didn't wait for Taylor to shove her up onto the countertop, but boosted herself up and eagerly spread her legs. Grabbing the scissors, she balanced them on her lower belly, offering them to the brunette as she propped herself up on her elbows and beamed up at Taylor.
 
"Did you eat any of my mom's pussy-bacon?" Taylor asked Emma, curious as she picked up the scissors. "You knew she was docked, were you there, watching it?"
 
Emma blushed and nodded shyly. "... I ate her left lip... Anne got her right one, and Mom ate her clit..."
 
"That's part of why I was so eager to teach Emma how to cook you, Taylor." Zoe admitted. "Your mom was sooo tasty! It really was a shame she wouldn't let us eat all of her, but she said she couldn't because she had to take care of you."
 
"You wanted to cook me so you could eat my mom?" Taylor asked Zoe, shocked.
 
"Well, not just your mom?" Zoe admitted. "If you taste anywhere near as nice as she did, we all definitely want to eat you too."
 
Emma nodded in agreement. "The only reason I'm not cooking you, is because I want you to eat *me* more!"
 
"It's part of how I convinced your mom, actually." Zoe admitted brazenly. "She saw how much we enjoyed her, so I promised her a slice of your cute little rump if she let me ask you... and you agreed, of course. Though that was never in doubt." Zoe answered confidently.
 
"Why not?" Taylor asked, perplexed.
 
"Because... Emma's been teasing you for *years* about eating you for real, Taylor. And you have never once told her 'no'." Anne replied.
 
Taylor rocked back on her heels at the revelation. She was just humoring Emma, though. Wasn't she?
 
But... clearly not, because just this morning she was wrapped in a box for Emma to learn how to cook her.
 
If she wasn't just humoring Emma, why...?
 
 
Taylor rocked back on her heels at the revelation. She was just humoring Emma, though. Wasn't she?
 
But... clearly not, because just this morning she was wrapped in a box for Emma to learn how to cook her.
 
If she wasn't just humoring Emma, why...?
 
"You can talk about your mom all you like with my mom and sis *after* you snuff me, Taylorrrrr~" Emma blushed and smiled encouragingly up at the brunette.
 
"Your meat is right, Taylor." Zoe agreed. "As much as I was looking forward to snuffing you (and I was so looking forward to snuffing you), that can wait until after we cook Emma."
 
"Alright," Taylor agreed, putting the strange feelings aside. "What do I do next?"
 
"first you need to stretch out her lips, one at a time. you can pull them or emma can, but you want them pulled as taut as possible." Zoe explained.
 
Taylor gave Emma a familiar look.
 
Emma immediately complied, pulling her sex open by her inner lips as hard as she can manage, and giving Taylor a photogenic, eager smile. "Don't bother being gentle, Taylor! I can take it!"
 
"Now, slice them off near the base. as neatly as you can." Zoe instructed.
 
Taylor bent in, starting on Emma's left lip. She opened her scissors wide, and placed either blade on the side of Emma's left inner lip, with the vertex at the bottom. Then, without even a warning, Taylor squeezed the handles and began to cut.
 
Taylor bent in, starting on Emma's left lip. She opened her scissors wide, and placed either blade on the side of Emma's left inner lip, with the vertex at the bottom. Then, without even a warning, Taylor squeezed the handles and began to cut.
 
Emma's breath caught as Taylor set the scissors properly, and *screamed* as her lip was snipped. It was one long, continuous cut, the kind that experienced fabrics retail ladies use, slowly closing the scissors while running them up the length of fabric to be cut.
 
Or in Emma's case, along her lip, severing it between the razor-sharp jaws of the sleek, special scissors!
 
It burned all the way up, a sweet, silver pain that sizzled and stung as it hurt so *good!* The redhead gasped as her hand moved away from her pussy, staring in shock down at her severed lip for a moment, before offering it to Taylor with a happy smile. "G-God, you managed to snip it all with one cut, Taylor! Anne had to take three snips to trim your mom!"
 
Taylor stared at Emma unwilling to examine the fire that thought inspired in her, and instead moving to Emma's other lip.
 
"Why do you want this?" Taylor asked as positioned the scissors to slice through her girlfriend's sensitive pussyflesh at any moment. "Why do you want me to eat you?"
 
"Y-Your mom, mostly..." Emma struggled to keep her hand steady as the silver fire ran up her second lip from Taylor's -exquisitely- fine cut! "Sh-She was the first bit of girlmeat I ever had.... A-And after eating her lip, I didn't know what to think about it, I only knew that Auntie Annette had given her something super special...."
 
'Her pussy.' Taylor realized. 'Not all of it, like I was planning to, but part of it. Given to her girlfriend before we were even together..."
 
"A-After, I talked with her a little, thanked her for giving me such a gift, and asked how I could repay her..." Emma gasped as the second lip was severed, blushing and offering it to Taylor, while Zoe and Anne moved in the background.
 
Emma didn't care, she had eyes only for her girlfriend. "S-She said 'don't worry about it, after all maybe Taylor might want to eat you someday', and well, here we are..."
 
She didn't really need to go into how much she'd enjoyed herself that night, nor the way her dreams had always featured the raven-haired Hebert women dining and being dined upon in her dreams for *weeks* afterwards, though later it shifted pretty firmly into dreaming of Taylor dining upon *her*...
 
Taylor sliced into Emma's remaining lower lip without a word back, savoring the feeling of taking from Emma what her girlfriend had taken from Taylor's mother... without ever *telling her!*
 
"HhhhaaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH!!" The redhead screamed in painful delight as the silver scissors slid through her fat, flayed flesh, her legs kicking, but thighs locked open as she held her severed lip up for Taylor, gasping and giving litle squeaking sobs as the pain slowly faded. "Nnnnngh, h-hurrrrrts ssssoooo good, T-Taylorrrrr!"
 
"I'm *going* to eat you." Taylor declared, sending shivers up and down Emma's spine. "But first, I'm going to do to you *exactly* what you and your family did to my mom."
 
Emma's panting stopped in a hot, needy gasp. Her eyes widened, she moaned, and gasped out. "Ohyesplease,Taylorplease! T-Take my clit pleeeease!"
 
"Stay still." Taylor ordered as she reached out with her free hand to steady Emma. "And pull out your clit for me. There isn't much meat on it, so I want to get as much as I can of your naughty little nub."
 
Emma *yanked* her clit, squealing at the sudden stabbing pain as she slid it free of its cute little hood, the *agony* only topped by the way Taylor carefully, gently, delicately slid the scissors down between Emma's fingers and her pussy.
 
"Ohyes, ohyes, ohyes, yes, yes, yesyesyisyisyis-- AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!" Emma's scream echoed throughout the house as the scissors *bit,* making her entire body spasm as if Taylor had jabbed a needle into her most sensitive spot.
 
In a way, she had, and Emma kept screaming, her eyes shut so hard tears formed at the corners, her back arched as much as her grip on her clit would let her, her legs jerking up and out and down as she twisted and spasmed, struggling to keep her hips still for Taylor's blades as they sliced through her clit, severing the tiny nub with a quiet snick that cut through Emma's tortured shrieks like a guillotine through a snuffslut's throat.
 
If this was how Taylor treated her-! Emma regretted not telling Tay-Tay about her mom *years* ago if it led to her being treated like *this*!
 
"Docked. Just like my mother." Taylor asserted. "How does it feel?"
 
"H-H-Hurrrrts...." Emma moaned, panting and trembling. Her legs were shaking, the urge to close them was almost overwhelming, but she knew Taylor wouldn't like it.
 
Her pussy was a mess, just like, the best agony *ever!* But it was even better than just being abused, because Emma knew it meant she might get to *see* Taylor eating her, before she got snuffed!
 
God the fact that she'd actually gone through with it made her so proud of herself! That she's thanking Annette Hebert properly by feeding herself to her daughter!
 
She beamed up at Taylor as she proffered her severed clit to the sweet girl she loved so much, her heart almost bursting with happiness that she gets to share herself with Taylor the way her mom shared herself with Emma's family.
 
"Now what?" Taylor asked Zoe, holding her daughter's pussy lips and clit in her hand.
 
"Do you know how to fry bacon?" Zoe asked.
 
"Of course!" Taylor answered.
 
"It's just like that." Zoe replied, pulling a pan off the wall and placing it on the stovetop, in the corner next to Emma.
 
Zoe quickly greased the pan with butter, and then turned on the electric range letting it heat up a little.
 
Emma was content. She was food now, food for Taylor, just like Annette suggested. "Th-Thanks Tay... F-For giving me this chance...."
 
The range heated up and the butter began to sizzle.
 
"Now, drop Emma's pussymeat in the pan. You'll need to watch the clit. It'll cook fastest. And remember to flip her lips before they get burned." Zoe instructed and Taylor moved to follow, dropping the pieces she'd cut off of Emma's cunt into the sizzling pan and tending them with the spatula that Zoe handed her.
 
It was almost hypnotic seeing Emma change from girl to girlmeat in real time. The pieces of the pussy that Taylor was so familiar with; in some ways the pussy that Taylor was *most* familiar with, sizzling and browning in front of her as they crisped up.
 
Emma could smell herself cooking, smell the way her flesh was starting to crisp. It made her mouth water almost as much as her pussy! "God, I smell so good, it's making me want to try eating *myself!*"
 
"I won't be sharing." Taylor put an end to that idea. "There's not enough of you to share. Certainly not with you. In an hour or two you won't even be alive enough to appreciate it." Taylor stated matter-of-factly.
 
"Don't forget to flip me over..." Emma had watched her Mom cooking bacon often enough to recognize the sound of it getting close to needing a flip.
 
"Thanks. Wouldn't want you to burn." Taylor admitted, flipping Emma's pussy bacon perfectly due to hours of practice with normal bacon at home.
 
Eyeing Emma's nub, Taylor removed it with a spatula and placed it on the plate and paper towel that Zoe had fetched for her.
 
"God, seeing my clit turned into a snack like that..." Emma whimpered as Taylor shot her a glance, blushing and smiling up at the tall girl. "I'm so glad you're making me Emma-Meat..."
 
"I would have done this years ago if you had asked me." Taylor admitted as she removed the rest of the cooked Emma-bacon from the range.
 
"I was scared you'd have said no..." Emma blushed and smiled shyly at her girlfriend, "I'm glad you're doing it now, though."
 
Taylor smiled and reached out to snag Emma's cooked clit, dropping it into her mouth.
 
She bit down, relishing the texture of it as she bit through the crispy outer skin and into the juicy nub beneath, moaning in satisfaction.
 
"Mmmmm! Waiting was a mistake..." Taylor admitted with wide, shocked eyes. "I should have cooked you as soon as you started teasing me..."
 
Emma sat up, she couldn't help herself. The look of bliss in Taylor's eyes as she stared down at the girl on the countertop was just too much. She plundered Taylor's mouth, licking her own clit-juices off her lips.
 
Her own mind sang with delight, because she tasted AMAZING! Just as good as, no, even better than Annette had! She wondered for a fleeting moment if all girls tasted this good, or were some girls special and made to be eaten, like Annette, or her... And Taylor...
 
Taylor flipped Emma's pussy lips.
 
"You're almost done." Taylor observed with a quiet longing in her eyes.
 
"D-Dissapointed?" Emma blushed as she gave Tay a shy smile. "That you aren't in my place?"
 
"Yes? No? I'm... I'm not sure." Taylor admitted. "I was... this morning I was definitely ready to... If you wanted to..."
 
Emma realized Taylor still wasn't certain, and bit her lip shyly. "If you're not sure if you want to eat or be eaten, then why are you currently cooking me up?"
 
"That-! that was for you... Not for me." Taylor admitted as she watched Emma's pussy lips sizzle, turning into bacon.
 
"Well, I'm certainly for you now..." Emma blushed prettily as she smiled up at her friend, still flat on her back on the countertop as Taylor shut off the stove, and carefully lifted the strips of pussybacon out of the pan.
 
"I'd love to take a bite of your twat." Anne chimed in, spoiling the moment.
 
"Mmmmm... I invited your mother over for lunch to share you with her," Emma's mother agreed. "I'd be happy to invite her over for diner instead. Whether tonight or... in a few days?"
 
Taylor blushed crimson at the offer, quickly cutting off a piece of one of emma's lips and biting into it to buy her some time before she needed to answer.
 
"Oooh, please, Taylor?!" Emma beamed up at her, encouragement in every delighted feature. "Please say yes!"
 
"I... you want me cooked?" But you'll be...?" Taylor asked confused.
 
"Snuffed." Emma nodded and smiled tenderly at her friend. "I know. But if you taste anything like your mom did, you *need* to be meat! Why do you think I enjoyed 'eating' you so much?!"
 
"What! You can't just say that in front of-!" Her eyes darted to Zoe and Anne who both seemed completely unsurprised by Emma's revelation.
 
The redhead waved it away and giggled. "It would be a crime *not* to cook you, Tay! You were born to be meat!"
 
"Ah! I...!" Taylor blushed even more, biting again into Emma's fried pussy lips.
 
"Emma's right." Anne agreed. "You're a snack. It'd be a waste not to cook you."
 
Emma could see the denial growing in Taylor's eyes and sat up on the countertop. She snatched the last piece of her lip from the taller girl's nerveless fingers and when Tay's mouth fell open to protest, she popped the last bit of her lip between Taylor's own.
 
"Taylor, you're beautiful, smart, funny, adorable, and both sweet *and* tender." Emma slipped a hand between Taylor's thighs, drawing the taller girl up onto her toes as she gave her girlfriend a kiss. "You're delicious in every way, and that includes as meat..."
 
"Even your mom was interested in seeing how you'd taste." Zoe reminded her.
 
"You all think that..."
 
"We should eat you?" Anne finished, interrupting Taylor. "You bet your butt we do!"
 
"Ah... maybe... after Emma then?" Taylor hesitantly offered. "I... I'm not ready yet? But... maybe with a few more days?"
 
"A few more days tied up in my room?" Zoe asked, only to be met by a *deep* blush from Taylor in return.
 
"EEEEEE!" Emma hugged her friend tight, keenly aware that only a denim apron was between her body and Taylor's as she gave the brunette a hot kiss. "I'm going to be the only girl you get to eat, Tay! I'm so happy!"
 
"I- I said maybe? I haven't agreed yet!" Taylor protested, but she wasn't fooling anyone.
 
"Enjoy your Emma-bacon, Taylor." Anne prompted, pointing out the remaining pussy lip that had been left on Taylor's plate.
 
Emma picked up the second slice of her pussy bacon and offered it to Taylor, giggling as the taller girl shyly bit off a chunk.
 
"You really do taste good..." Taylor blushed, staring at Emma.
 
"I'm not quite ready to be cooked yet, though...." Emma was glad, and gave Taylor a tender kiss on the cheek, even as she gently crammed the rest of her pussy-bacon into Taylor's mouth. "I still need to be... tenderized..."
 
"Tenderized?" Taylor asked as she finished chewing, unsure what her girlfriend meant.
 
Zoe Barnes walked over to a hook on the wall and removed a large spiked plastic purple strap on with black leather straps. "With this. You need to pound your meal's pussy til she cums."
 
"You do that for... all the girls you cook?" Taylor asked, her voice clear with curiosity... and want.
 
"Not all girls." Emma blushed and shot her sister a jealous glare, even as Anne gave a smug grin. "Anne got to tenderize your mother."
 
Taylor's eyes widened as they darted over to Anne. The older redhead smiled knowingly in response as if to confirm.
 
Taylor couldn't help but imagine her girlfriend's sister naked; wearing nothing but the strap-on as she bent her mom over the same counter Emma now sat on 'tenderizing' her.
 
"I'd be happy to do you once it's your turn." Anne offered simply, and the thought rooted itself firmly into Taylor's head.
 
"If I have to be honest...?" Emma sighed and turned Taylor's head around to smile shyly into the brunette's eyes. "She's really good at it. She practiced on me all the time, before we got together..."
 
That made Taylor's mind go all sorts of other places as she pictured her girlfriend's equally redheaded older sister pounding Emma until she came!
 
"Ah!" Taylor shivered.
 
She paused, as Zoe gave her the strap on. "So I just... use this on you until you cum?"
 
Taylor had never actually used a strap on before. She didn't own one and it had never come up in their play together; though other sorts of dildoes had.
 
Emma nodded eagerly! She was so wet, despite the sting in her pussy. She knew it was going to hurt so much, but for the look of uncertain interest in Taylor's eyes, she'd do *anything.*
 
"Here, let me show you how to wear it." Zoe said as she began to strap the large purple member onto Taylor, fastening the straps around the slender girl's waist and upper legs so that they would rub against her pussy just right as she thrust.
 
"Go on, Tay... You can use that to lube the-" Emma blushed and gestured to the pan, where the grease and fat from cooking her pussymeat still glistened. "I.... I don't want any other flavors tainting m-my meat."
 
She met Taylor's wide eyes as Zoe gave an approving nod. "I want to taste perfect for you, Taylor..."
 
"Mmmm... That's a fun idea, Emma!" Zoe proclaimed, clearly aroused by the innovation. She swiftly picked up the pan full of Emma's still warm pussy grease and handed it to Taylor.
 
"Please, Taylor, use me to grease me up!" The redhead panted in eager anticipation, shifting over and laying back on the countertop, panting eagerly as she spread her trimmed pussy and winced only a little at the little sting the action provoked.
 
Taylor, urged on by her girlfriend, poured the warm Emma-grease onto the top of her strap-on, running up and down the length before handing the pan back to Zoe and running her hands up and down the fake phallus to ensure complete coverage.
 
Emma stared down at the length of Taylor's strap-on, greasy with *her* juices and ready to fuck her trimmed twat. She moaned eagerly and nodded at her mother's gesture, sliding off the counter and stepping over to the wall next to it, panting and tossing her head to smile eagerly over her shoulder at Taylor, and leaning her forearms against the wall.
 
She rose up on her toes, adopted a come-hither stare, and arched her back just so, to present her recently-trimmed twat for her girlfriend to fuck, right there, in front of her sister and mother, in the kitchen, as Zoe and Anne started getting out the big baking pan and twine behind Taylor, who seemed mesmerized by Emma's bared, prepared body. "Pleeeeease, Taylor! I need it! Please, t-tenderize my pussyyyy!"
 
Anne handed Taylor a paper towel to wipe her hands free.
 
"If you're too slippery you won't have the grip to really ram it into that brat." Anne explained before Taylor had a chance to even ask.
 
"Please, Tay~" Emma was breathy, her soft, panting gasps growing more ragged as she watched Taylor preparing with seemingly agonizing slowness. "Please, I need it, I need *tenderizing!*"
 
As the taller girl stepped closer, Emma moaned at the soft touch along her flank and back, as Taylor leaned closer. The feel of the grease-slicked toy between her thighs was an almost palpable torture. She leaned back and met Taylor's lips in a tender kiss, breaking it to whisper, "You don't need to be gentle with me anymore, Tay.... I'm *meat,* I need you to punish me, hurt me, make my pussymeat tender for when you *cook* me..."
 
Taylor looked at Emma.
 
She wanted this, desperately.
 
"I understand... Meat."
 
Taylor reached down and roughly spread Emma's trimmed pussy, sending a spike of pain through her girlfriend that was accompanied by an eager throaty moan.
 
With no pause or consideration, Taylor began to slide the immense 'tenderizing tool' inside her.
 
Emma gasped, her chest heaving, and let out a -scream-, as the spiked strap-on rammed into her. Stinging pain ripped through her pussy, even as her oh-so-tight cunt got forcefully rammed open, the spikes clawing at her meat and driving Emma's breath from her lungs as Taylor *forced* it deep, so deep, right up against her cervix, the grease of her pussyfat only barely allowing her too-tight pussy to accept the tool of its destruction and desecration.
 
"OHGOD!" Emma shuddered, and moaned, leaning against the wall as Tay's hips nuzzled up against her upturned rump. "OhhhfffffffFUCK!"
 
Taylor didn't slow at all. As soon as she bottomed out in her Girlfriend's eager twat she began to fuck her in earnest, fast powerful strokes that pulled pained and eager gasps, cries, and moans from emma's lips in equal measure.
 
Pain and pleasure mingled freely in the rapacious redhead's trembling twat. Emma moaned, screamed, bucked, and sobbed, her pussy both so deliciously *fucked,* and also being viciously brutalized at the same time! And by Taylor, sweet, tender, gentle Taylor! God, she fucking loved it, the pleasure and the pain both! To be *used* and *abused* by that gorgeous fucking girl, fucking her senseless with the same toy Anne had used to fuck Taylor's mom!
 
"You're about to cum, aren't you?" Taylor realized as she watched Emma gasp. She was more than familiar with the signs.
 
"Cumming from being brutally tenderized! From being treated like meat!" Taylor expounded with each new thrust.
 
Emma was cumming, cumming so hard, cumming and cumming and unable to think or speak, or even hold herself up! Taylor had to hold her close, as Emma's legs shuddered and her pussy clenched down on the cruel spikes buried within her, piercing her meat and sending hot waves of agonized pleasure through the meatslut until Emma's brain turned off, and she just hung there, skewered between pleasure and pain, held in her girlfriend's arms, even as she destroyed Emma's pussy, making it useless for anything but *eating.*
 
"Fuck, Emma! She's shredding your twat and you're cumming from it! What a fucking meatslut..." Anne observed, her fingers underneath her waistband as she watched, enthralled.
 
Emma shuddered, mewling in pain and delight. Tears were trickling down her face as Taylor pulled her back by the throat, hungrily kissing the redhead, even as she thrust harder and firmer between Emma's shuddering thighs.
 
She could feel hot rills trickling down her legs. Her pussy was in tatters, her lips were mostly intact, but she felt a hot, dull agony in her lower belly as the sharp spikes of the dildo tore at her pussymeat, rendering her into little more than a shredded mess. Agony pulsed in her hips, but it hurt so goood to be impaled on Taylor's toy like this, she didn't ever want it to stop!
 
"She should be nice and tender now..." Emma's mother interrupted, unbidden. "Time to finish her off and get her roasting."
 
Zoe Barnes had placed a large tub of stuffing on the table while Emma and her lover were distracted, and now was approaching with a large tub and a knife.
 
Emma recognized the gutting knife from the few times she'd seen Mom use it. Even so, she wanted to still be alive when she was roasted, not because she'll taste better (though maybe she will), but because she wanted to see Taylor watching her cook and slowly dying for her for *real.* "P-Please, I w-want, I want to, don't kill me j-just yet...!"
 
"Are... you sure?" Taylor asked, credulous.
 
Emma nodded urgently and moaned as she humped back eagerly against Taylor's cunt-ripping cock. "Yesssss!"
 
"Wow sis! You're a fucked up little snuff slut aren't you?" Anne remarked, teasing.
 
"You're the reason, Anne, shut up!" Emma whimpered and gasped as her legs shuddered with painful pleasure. "If you hadn't trimmed and tenderized Taylor's mom, I wouldn't have ever know what I was meant for!"
 
"Mmm... well, I can't promise you'll be able to keep her alive all the way to the oven," Zoe chimed in, "But if I gut her fast, we should have enough time to rinse and stuff her before she dies. Maybe she'll last?"
 
Zoe seemed curious if Emma would or not, but not bothered either way.
 
"P-Please, Tay!" Emma moaned as she bent her back to give her girlfriend a pleading stare. "Please, g-give me the chance to r-roast alive for you..."
 
Taylor cut Emma off with a kiss, her eyes catching Zoe's in the process.
 
Zoe got the message, and as Taylor bent Emma over the tub, Zoe cut her open from just above her uterus to the base of her ribs.
 
Instantly Emma's insides fell into the tub and with a few quick and practiced cuts, Zoe rendered her empty save for her uterus and the organs she needed to live for just a little while longer.
 
Emma gasped and shuddered in blissful agony as her guts were emptied out. The fact that her girlfriend never stopped either kissing her or fucking her with that cunt-shredding cock only added to the redhead's bliss.
 
"Now, get her back up onto the countertop. Quickly. She won't be able to get up on her own." Zoe insisted.
 
Taylor thumbed the quick release for the dido, popping it free before grabbing Emma into a bridal carry and brought her to the counter.
 
The pain in her gut was starting to numb, even as she smiled up at her girlfriend. The way Taylor carried her, the way she was settled onto the countertop as if it were their bridal bed. Emma adored being carried like that, being treated like a princess, and even if she couldn't marry her girlfriend, at least she knew they'd be reunited in her Mom's and sister's bellies.
 
"Now, this stuffing was prepared with you in mind, Taylor. Rosemary and orange, with some breadcrumbs and some other things we don't really have time to go over. I need you to fill Emma As much as you can. We're going to sew her back up but I want her to look at least three months pregnant, okay?" Zoe explained.
 
Taylor didn't wait, instantly beginning to stuff her girlfriend.
 
Emma moaned, her shredded pussy still trying to cum around the thick intruder within her as Taylor and her mother started scooping handfuls of stuffing into her guts, making Emma's hot, shallow pants grow shallower as she was stuffed more and more, as if this would be the only baby Taylor would ever give her. "P-Please, Tay s-stuff me n-nice and full....!"
 
Anne, in an uncharacteristic bit of niceness, got off the couch and started to help Taylor fill Emma's belly. "If you want her in the oven before she snuffs it you're gonna need help." Anne said, addressing Taylor and pointedly ignoring her sister.
 
Emma whimpered as first her sister, then her mother began assisting her girlfriend shoveling the stuffing into her, gasping as her belly was first filled, then compressed, then filled again, Mom holding the gash in her belly open for the two younger girls to shovel handfuls of the stuff into her, making it more and more difficult to breathe, even as Taylor's every motion drew new hot agony from Emma's shredded pussy. "Ohgod, ohgod, I'm so full...!"
 
"Pull that out." Zoe ordered Taylor, pointing at the dido. "She's almost done. I'll sew her up while you force a handful or two into her womb before sewing her up down there, got it?"
 
Emma gave a hot, sobbing cry as Taylor pulled the cruel dildo out of her shredded pussy, leaving her most tender meat feeling empty and agonized from even just the touch of air on her shattered cunt.
 
Taylor, still wanting to make Emma's dream come true quickly set the spiked dildo aside and grabbed a handful of stuffing, Ramming it quickly into Emma's ruined Twat without any warning or tenderness, her fist forcing itself up Emma's passage and pushing hard against her cervix till it popped into her womb.
 
The redhead squealed, legs shuddering and hips rocking against the sudden and unexpected intrusion. Each handful made the pain worse, as the feeble flesh of her tattered twat couldn't hold, or even contain the brunette's brutal fist, and Emma gave a piercing wail as her innermost part was entered, and still more stuffing was crammed into her womb.
 
"Ohgod, ohgod yes!" She sobbed into the kitchen, reaching feebly for Taylor. "Yes, yes, stuff me, stuff m-my babymaker so full!"
 
"Babymaker?" Anne teased as she helped her mother sew up Emma's belly. "You won't be making anything but lunch with it now..."
 
Emma looked up at Taylor for reassurance.
 
"She's right." Taylor admitted as she forced another handful of stuffing into Emma's womb. "You're snuffed already, Emma. You just haven't realized it."
 
The redhead smiled, gasping as her hips rocked under the continual fisting, though she was starting to feel it more as a distant, rhythmic push and tug. She wasn't sure if her pussy was even closing anymore, as Taylor crammed her womb, and pussy full of the seasoned stuffing. "Th-Thank you, T-Taylor... For s-stuffing me..."
 
"Mmmm... Time to sew Emma's pussy up too, I think." Zoe decided as she tied off Emma's belly.
 
Emma looked completely full, overstuffed even. Stuffing leaked a little out of the hasty stitches in her belly, and was flowing out of her pussy; but Taylor didn't have time to wait.
 
Taking the needle and basting twine from Zoe, she began to sew Emma up.
 
Emma was in agony from the rough twine running through the tautly-stretched skin of her belly, and gave a whining mewl as Taylor began to stitch it through her abused pussy.
 
Taylor's expression, both stern and concentrated, the way she treated Emma like the meat she knew she was, the way her belly felt so *full* with stuffing, and the knowledge she couldn't back out now, even if she wanted to, all combined to make Emma give one last little hitching sob, her pussy clenching painfully around the thick wad of stuffing spreading her abused meat, even as Taylor finished tying the twine off, so the knot would rub against where Emma's clit *used* to be.
 
 
"Anne, Open the oven so Taylor can put Emma in the roasting pan on the rack. It's already preheated, so be careful." Zoe instructed, and with that, Taylor lifted Emma up in yet another bridal carry and placed her on the rack.
 
"Th-Thank you, for c-cooking me, T-Tay..." Emma felt weak, so weak, she could barely lift her arm a little to caress Taylor's cheek as she smiled up at her girlfriend. "I love you so much, Tay... I hope I taste good for you..."
 
"You will, Ems. I promise."
 
Taylor bent down and placed one final kiss on her Girlfriend's lips, lingering for a moment before breaking away with a reluctant longing glance.
 
With that, Taylor shut the oven door, trapping Emma inside.
 
The warmth felt good, the cold stuffing inside her was starting to warm up. Even so, she could feel herself fading.
 
Emma was woozy with blood loss, and the feeling of being stuffed. Her guts were distended, her flesh barely holding together under the brutality of how she was handled.
 
It was all coming together now, and it would soon kill her. She could just about see Taylor and Anne peering in at her, as she shifted her hand down to her pussy, teasing the knot holding her cunt shut against the hole where her clit had been, and giving a shallow gasp as she struggled to give herself one last orgasm, one last show before the end.
 
She let her eyes shut as her fingers jerked spasmodically, letting her head fall back against the side of the roasting pan as she thought of Taylor eating her cunt, and jerked herself off to one last cum.
 
It was almost lunchtime before Emma was ready to eat; and Anne had spent the entire time playing with Taylor, enjoying her body and making her cum. Taking control in a way that Emma had never managed.
 
Taylor didn't mind at all, in fact... she had to admit she enjoyed it. But... Anne only wanted one thing from her in the end, and as Taylor lifted Emma's golden-brown form from the oven and placed it on the table, the slender girl who'd agreed to roast for the girl in front of her just two days ago was reminded exactly what it was.
 
Emma was cooked to perfection, her pale skin now tanned to a golden brown, glistening with her own juices, and roasted to perfection. Scents of rosemary, oranges, sex, and sweet meat wafted up from the pregnant-looking girl, her pussy still tied tight and leaking clear juices that looked a bit like girlcream, especially with her roasted fingers still hiding the top of her cleft, where the twine was knotted together.
 
"Good enough to eat?" Zoe asked with a smile.
 
Taylor smiled back sadly. she missed Emma already, but this was what her girlfriend wanted.
 
"Yeah. Definitely."
 
Taking the knife, Taylor began to carve.
 
Emma was meat now, but Taylor wasn't really set on following her yet.
 
But... Anne had talked her into staying for another day or two, so maybe that would change.
 
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Two days later Taylor Anne Hebert once more graced the Barnes' kitchen table. But this time? She wasn't dining with the Barnes'.
 
This time, she was the meat.
 
Annette stared as Zoe lifted the silver cloche to reveal her daughter's body. Perfectly roasted and smelling of oranges, rosemary, sex and meat Taylor looked like she'd climbed right out of a full page spread in a cooking magazine.
 
"I can't believe she agreed to it." Annette admitted.
 
"Can't you?" Zoe asked. "You knew just how persuasive I was when you gave her to me."
 
Annette did know.
 
Zoe's persuasion was why her pussy was the way it was now, trimmed and ruined by her friend and her daughter just to teach Anne how to cook.
 
"You know, I asked you a couple years back if Anne could cook you for real and you refused."
 
Annette blushed.
 
She had.
 
She couldn't leave Taylor without a mother after all...
 
But now?
 
"With Taylor gone, I'll ask again. We both know your husband won't give you what you really want. He won't give you what Anne and I gave Taylor..."
 
"You want to...?" Annette breathed, not wanting to say it lest it give voice to the ideas that they both knew Zoe had.
 
"I'll keep you in the bathtub for a few days like my mom did for Taylor." Anne, her namesake, chimed in. "I'll play with you every day until..."
 
"You snuff me." Annette finished.
 
"Yeah." Anne nodded confidently.
 
"Let's finish dinner first." Annette decided. "Then we'll talk."
 
After all, they all knew what her answer would be, but it would be a shame to let her daughter grow cold.
 
THE END