Way of the Jungle
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Long has the sun granted its blessing to this land. So verdant and flourishing in ways that the northern ancestors could only dream of, with flowers that fill its air with awe-inspiring colors year round. Here, there are fruit the size of a man's head, prey so plentiful our bowls are never without meat, and water from the skies so generous we are more likely to drown than die of thirst. Indeed, the gods must have intended for this place to be a true holy land, and like anything sacred, it must be kept clean, and revered. Its bounties must never be taken for granted, and no quarter can be given to those that would recklessly spoil it.
 
 
That is how we came to perpetual war with the Ununda peoples from the south. Those who killed more than they needed, consumed more than they must, and turned the waters away from us with their dams of fallen trees. This land had been given to us as a gift, and did not wish to see it squandered. Every day we could, we fought the Ununda… and to show the land that we respected it, we never let the bodies of their warrior women go to waste. This had been the way of our tribe for generations now, and I held every intention to continue the tradition.
 
 
I was made a battle woman that day… Strong enough to join my sisters in righteous combat against the invaders. Some had managed to take a prize for themselves after weeks of fighting, but I somehow knew that I would be different. I’d felt the gods’ blessing on me since I was but a young girl, bright eyed and naive. I’d also trained since before I could speak, understanding the language of the club much more easily than that of words, and I was convinced that I could take one of them, alive… after only one battle. Then I would have a sow to offer a man for marriage, and I could have feasted to consecrate both my victory, and my new family.
 
 
Some days after I’d been declared a warrior, the scouts had spotted a clearing that the Unanda warriors frequently passed through on their way to hunt. I could not have asked for a better sign that my own “hunt” had been sanctioned, and with the perfect opportunity to ambush them, I was convinced my biggest challenge would surely have been how to pick one out of their number to be my trophy…
 
 
***
 
 
After walking for hours, my sister's and I had finally reached the clearing, each of us wearing only the marks of the gods on our skin. We clambered up the bordering trees and positioned ourselves behind the thickest patch of leaves we could find..
 
 
Once we’d done that, all that remained was the hardest part of any battle. The wait.
 
 
Truthfully, it was pleasant… to have what little wind would penetrate the canopy blow on my bare flesh while up there. Certainly I could have felt it more fully, if I were down in the bare grass ahead, but I had a task to complete. That would have to wait
 
 
When they finally did arrive, boldly and ignorantly as invaders often do, I counted their numbers to gauge what kind of fight we would have. One woman, then two, then five. Each of them was more delicious-looking than the last, and I had to hold in my laughter as they scanned the area for enemies. For people like me. They didn’t even bother to look up…
 
 
Unable to wait any longer, I raised my club with righteous fury and stood to my feet, preparing to jump off. Perhaps now… I see it was foolish but… ignoring the gestures from the others to stand back down, I made my move without another moment’s notice. They wanted me to wait longer? When the enemy was so clearly and easily in view? At the time I counted them as cowards. All of them. Today was the day I was going to make one of the intruders mine, and I knew my destiny better than they did.
 
 
“AIEEEEEEE!” I cried out as loudly as I could before leaping onto the soft grass with a small thud. The shocked faces they gave only intensified the intense… and I now know… unearned confidence that surged through my body, and I rushed towards the small group with reckless abandon.
 
 
Only… it wasn’t a small group. In my haste to defeat them I hadn’t considered that there were more—at least ten more of them… moving in the same direction, but through the trees. As my heart sank I timidly… and shamefully looked back to see my sisters shaking their heads at my foolishness. Of course they wouldn’t join me in this. We’d had no chance from the start.
 
 
“AAAUGH!” I tried again to frighten them with one final, bold shout, but all they did was stare mockingly at me. While I couldn’t understand their language, I could tell some of them were arguing amongst themselves who would have the opportunity to take me, and in that moment, I felt my heart fall.
 
 
How could this happen to me? The strongest of all my people? It only took a simple lunge for the nearest woman to tackle me to the ground, and within moments she’d forced my shaking arms behind my back and bound them with vine, before doing the same to my breasts, still sore from the fall. I tried to cry out. To prove I was no mere gazelle, but no sooner had I opened my mouth, than had she wrapped yet another vine through my mouth around the back of my head. “MMMGH!” My muffled noise was met with more laughter, before I felt a sharp spear jab my backside. Not enough to puncture my flesh. Just enough for me to understand what would happen if I resisted…
 
 
***
 
 
I couldn’t tell how long they marched me through the forest. MY people’s forest, but it wasn’t long before we’d happened across a large river with crystal waters which reflected my face back at me. I hadn’t realized just how much the sting of my defeat had gotten to me. My brown eyes looked back at me with crushed resolve, and my equally earthen hair bobbed at my shoulders with every bound step I took. The war paint which had decorated my otherwise fair skin now seemed shameful ro me, plastered over my more than plentiful bosom. I didn’t deserve those markings.The Ununda likely saw me as nothing more than a cow, thanks to just how much paint was needed to cover them, and I was in no position to refute them. I’d been beaten… far too easily for me to be a real warrior.
 
 
With one of their spears still at my back, we followed the river into a small lake, from which countless mangroves had grown into a forest of its own. A bridge allowed us over the soft waters, before leading up to a clearing between the trees, where the Ununda had built a village of floating huts that might have spurred fascination from me… if I didn’t know this also would make it much more difficult, or impossible to run.
 
 
Another jab spurred me to walk a little faster, into one of the huts that gently bobbed on the surface of the waters.
 
 
“Nanta innu!”
 
I couldn’t understand the woman’s words, but I did understand what her weapon was telling me… particularly as it was pushed deeper into my butt.
 
 
“Baaaagi innu…”
 
I looked back to see the woman smiling, full of contempt at me, while her eyes examined my body hungrily. It seemed she was quite happy with her catch. How fortunate for me…
 
 
Another jab goaded me into the hut, where a small cage made of bones… likely the bones of my fallen sisters… waited for me, alongside a bed of stretched leather beside it. At the sight of the cage, I felt a combination of anger and fear well up within me, but I wasn’t given the time to act on it. I felt something crack against the back of my head… before everything went dark…
 
 
***
 
 
My eyes fluttered open some time later. The sun and its blessing had gone to sleep, but my captor kept a small fire burning on a stone platform in the center of her home. I might have appreciated the warmth at night, if I hadn’t found myself inside that cage from earlier, with her looking down on me with that same, self congratulatory expression as before.
 
 
She reached her hands between the bones to cup my chin and force me to look deeper into her eyes. She was… beautiful. She would have made a fine pet to court a man with back home… but now it seemed I was the prize instead. Her hand then slid down, further, over my breasts to test their softness. Even through my frustration I had to admit that it felt… strangely soothing. She wasn’t at all harsh, as I’d expected. At least not yet. Nobody had ever given my chest such… attention before. Not in the bold way that she did at any rate…
 
 
If I had any fight left in me, I might have attempted to bite, or swat her hand away. Instead, all I could do was turn away from her to hide my shame and… the bizarre intrigue she filled me with. To my frustration this only filled her with laughter however, before she pulled away and left the hut.
 
 
Alone with only my thoughts to keep me company, my mind first immediately went to how I might escape this place. The bones that surrounded me were frustratingly strong, as were the ties that kept them together, and the anchors that kept it all down. No amount of prying made any progress, and the prison was far too small to allow me room to try anything else. That girl wanted me to stay here, and stay here I would, until my captor decided there was something else she wanted to do with me. I shivered at the thought.
 
 
Next… my imagination took me to the place I found myself in. How had the Ununda built such a place? The amount of wood that would be needed was… far more than my people would dare to harvest. They'd disrespected the trees and yet… the jungle seemed to have blessed them with protection. Had we… not heard what the jungle was telling us?
 
 
As the hours passed, it became to stressful to ponder even. Now and again more of the villagers would ever to leer at me, but eventually I became numb to that as well. What was one more laugh at my expense when added to the pile?
 
 
When my captor finally did return, she found me leaning up against the cage, with my breasts squeezed through the bones, and my arms dangling out. Apparently she was quite amused by this, as she instantly put down the bowl she'd been carrying to grope me. I protested at first, attempting to pull away, but she only gripped all the harder. It wasn't long until I surrendered, and allowed her to have her way. Once she knew she'd won, she returned to a softer touch.
 
 
“Baaaagi innu.” she responded, cooing softly. “Ip bagi innu.”
 
 
Something about the way she spoke was soothing, in a way I didn't wish to admit. Particularly as she walked around to pat my backside next. Her touch was warm… and friendly. Sensual even. I was bitter to admit it but… some part of me didn't want her to stop.
 
 
Eventually she did, unfortunately, if only to retrieve the bowl she'd brought in and pass it to me. Initially I considered resisting and tossing the food, but I'd gone all day without eating. I didn't have the will.
 
 
Tipping the bowl to my mouth, I was met with a surprisingly delicious flavor. The broth was salted just enough, and the berries and other foods seemed to dance on my tongue. There wasn't an ounce of meat but… for some reason I didn't mind. It was absolutely delicious. I slurped the meal and finished it shortly, before she responded with that phrase again…
 
 
“Bagi innu.” She was smiling with a perverted pride as she said it, and reached in to gently cup my chin again. I shouldn’t have been surprised. My people had done the same thing to hers… To this woman, I was an animal, and she was taming me. Apparently happy with my progress in just a day.
 
 
I tried to growl at her, but my attempt at intimidation must have come across as untruthful, as her reaction was to mock me with a growl of her own. She then walked around the cage to slap my backside, before shifting to stroke it instead when I softened up. As angry as I was, her message to me was clear. If I disobeyed or resisted, there would be pain. If I was to give in, there would be pleasure…
 
 
She must have known something about me that I didn't know myself, because her touch alone was enough to send a tingle up my back, and the feeling only grew stronger when her fingers met my thighs instead. Now and again she would pinch my flesh, not quite to the point of further pain, but just enough to stimulate me. It wasn't long until I felt like clay in her hands. Pottery to be shaped.
 
 
***
 
 
The next day followed the same routine, and the next. My captor would leave in the morning, only to return some time later with meals that grew larger and larger every time. And every time, she would take the time to feel my body. Both of us discovered in those days, that my breasts in particular were overwhelmed with enjoyment at her touch. It wasn't long until I found myself impatient to have her hands on them, and soon it became the most awaited part of my day.
 
 
After some time, when she was confident that I was no threat of resistance, she finally saw fit to release me from the cage. This was only after tying a short rope around my neck so she could keep me close however, so that she could lead me around the floating village, showing me off as her biggest, most well broken prize yet, it seemed. As much as it hurt me to admit, she wasn't wrong either. I'd given in completely…
 
 
The walk through the village resulted in countless attempts by the Ununda to touch me. Perhaps testing my meat, or perhaps enjoying the chance to feel my nearly helpless form. Perhaps both were true. I could have tried to resist. I could have pulled away, but the truth was that I enjoyed every moment of it. The attention… the appreciation for my body… It was all I'd come to crave.
 
 
It was also a relief to be back in the open air, under the sun god once more. Having my breasts out in the open rather than pressed tightly against the bones of my sisters. They also seemed to be the most… beloved, portion of my body to the Ununda. They couldn’t keep their hands off of them. It was almost as though… all I was, was my breasts to them. Again… if I were still a free woman I might have found this offensive but… I found myself enjoying it all. Probably even more than they were enjoying me. I was beginning to fear what was happening to me, but I didn’t have the willpower to resist it any longer.
 
 
***
 
 
That night, still allowed to walk as long as my mistress was nearby, I was treated to another feast of fruit and herbs. This time much larger than the bowls I’d been given before. With my arms still tightly bound, my mistress had to hand feed me, and she was not slow or soft with it. Often she would push another handful of sweet fruit and tough vegetables between my lips the moment I swallowed. As uncomfortable as it was though, it was all… positively delicious. Now and again she would repeat that “bagi innu” phrase as we went, and I’d come to believe it meant “good girl” or perhaps something more degrading. I knew exactly what they were doing. They were fattening me up. They were preparing me for the day I’d be a sacrifice for their tribe.
 
 
This was… my life now, or what would remain of it. We did the same every night, before I was locked away again while my mistress slept. She would feed me, exercise me, reward or punish me for my behavior, and then feed me again before placing me back in the cage. Before long I’d become completely numb to my fate, or at least as much as instinct would allow me to be. My pride had been crushed to the point I no longer cared about it or missed it. My body had come to desire attention more than anything else. I could only sit and wait for the day of my final use.
 
 
***
 
 
At least, it seemed that day was still some time away, for now. The Ununda who now owned me had long term plans, it seemed. They’d taken to feeding me strange herbs, in addition to my usual fodder. It wasn’t long before my body began to feel… different. A gentle warmth overtook me every morning, all over my body but particularly in my bosom. My mistress would frequently leave me bound outside her hut for the other women to inspect and touch every day until… one particular morning, one of them gave my breasts a hearty squeeze.
 
 
The white nectar that seeped out told me exactly what they’d been doing. In truth it was no surprise. I was merely an animal to them. Still, seeing my chest leak for them was a surprise. It had taken them no time to convert me for their purposes, and somehow this only made the feeling of their hands on my body all the more overwhelming for me. It was far more satisfying a sensation than I’d ever dreamt any man could be. Could being captured truly have been the best thing that ever happened to me? No. That couldn’t be right. I was… a proud woman. So then why did my pride fill me all the more at the thought of being so useful to them? I felt as though my body was made for this, with the size of my… udders. I was fulfilling their purpose. A purpose I’d never even let cross my mind before… all of this.
 
 
Soon, this became a new part of my routine in their village. Dozens of Ununda warriors would come and fill their bowls with my milk every day. Many would drink directly from my body, as my breasts were the only part of me left loose for them to use, and I was helpless to resist them, not that I would have had the willpower to try. I was certain they knew just how much I enjoyed it as well. The way I couldn’t suppress my moans and whimpers did all the speaking that my language couldn’t for them.
 
 
There were certainly worse ways to be a prisoner. They could have executed me the very first day. Butchered me or any number of things. Instead, they were content to use me… To touch me and admire my flesh. Their obsession with my bosom only fed my need to feel their hands over me all the more. I couldn’t be certain where my mind ended and my body began anymore…
 
 
 
 
***
 
 
Nonetheless, after so much time as their cow, I could tell when that fateful day was near. My mistress seemed happy with the way she’d made me increase my weight, while still mostly maintaining my shape. I was soft, and my breasts were somehow even larger than they’d been before. Somewhat nervous though it made me to think… there was much meat to be had by eating me. I would have eaten myself… if I had the opportunity.
 
 
One night, I could hear the shuffling of preparations outside. Even my mistress had left me alone in her hut to build something at the center of the village. This had to be it. Tomorrow I would be on their tables, and out of this cage… permanently.
 
 
When she did return that night, she gave me a look unlike any she'd given me before. She was… excited. Eager even. I could tell at a glance that she couldn't wait to use me tomorrow, and I had no willpower to resist it any longer.
 
 
For much of the night, I had difficulty sleeping, even as my mistress rested easily, exhausted from the hard work. I knew that I should have been more frightened than I was, but all that passed through my mind was that… At least I could be of use this way. I'd failed my people as a warrior. At the very least I could be useful to the Ununda… if only as food.
 
 
I wasn't sure when I finally did close my eyes, but when I awoke, it was atop a table, with many Ununda women surrounding me… Staring at me. Only when I tried to sit up did I realize that my arms had been bound behind me, and that my legs were tied together tightly. I could only wait as they spoke with one another… Perhaps of how to prepare me, or on how well I'd already been prepared. At the foot of the table, nearest my head, was my mistress, full of pride at how well she’d broken me.
 
 
With her hands on her hips and her head held high, she proceeded to speak loudly for some time. I didn't need to understand her to know what she was doing. My sisters did the same many times. She was sharing a war story… Of how she'd beaten me… Conquered me… Now it was time to finish me.
 
 
Once she'd finally finished boasting, and the others seemed suitably impressed, my mistress gave me a pleased smile and easily picked me up, before throwing me over her shoulder. Whether mercifully or cruelly, she'd placed my head behind her so I couldn't see where we were going, and with every step she took, my body bounced and my breasts shook for the entertainment of those still standing at the table, and I couldn't tell if they were more lustful or hungry for my flesh. Truthfully, if my people were the same… it was likely both. To calm myself, I chose to take this as a compliment. I was… desirable to them. If nothing else, I was a fine trophy.
 
 
Without any further ceremony, I felt my mistress begin to slowly lower me down into some water. My toes flexed as I felt my feet submerge first, before the rest of my body followed, bit by bit. For the moment it was all still quite cold, but I knew that wouldn't last for long…
 
 
She'd positioned me on my knees, with my back tenderly placed against the darkened clay side while my breasts bobbed up and down in the water, before slowly sinking down. Moments later, my breath grew heavier as I watched her circle the pot to place tinder beneath it, and when she finally grabbed a flint and steel from nearby, I couldn't help but squeak slightly. Only then did the realization that I'd run out of time truly occur to me.
 
 
With every scrape of the stones, I felt my heart leap. Was this the time it would light the wood beneath me? Or the next? The anticipation was nearly unbearable. I wanted to say something. Anything to the women around me, but my voice had left me. Beyond that, it wasn't as though they would be able to understand me anyway…
 
 
FWOOMP! The sound would have had me leap out of the pot, if my body weren't so thoroughly bound. All I could muster instead was a weak little hop that gave my breasts just enough motion to keep going. Such movement wouldn’t be required for that once the broth started bubbling…
 
 
For quite some time, I felt nothing after the fire had been lit, and I was beginning to believe that for some reason the fire simply wasn't warm enough. That changed however, when I felt a sudden tinge of heat assault my backside. It seemed that the hardened clay needed to be warmed slowly for one reason or another, and only when a gave a slight squeak at the hot surface did they proceed to fill the water with other ingredients. Ground spice fruit was mixed in with me, followed by other, savory plants, and most odd of all, bones. Both the bones of animals and of my own sisters. I'd heard of this before, that keeping the bones of an animal to boil later could improve the taste of water but… I'd never seen it done. Most of my people feared choking but… smelling the water as it was now, I couldn't deny that it was absolutely mouthwatering.
 
 
I… was absolutely mouthwatering.
 
 
The warmer the water became, the more delicious I smelled. This was not lost on the Ununda either, and the longer I remained, the larger the crowd that huddled around me. In time, I felt the water begin to boil around me, but my body felt little pain. Perhaps another benefit of the warmth growing so slowly was that my body had become used to its feeling. Regardless of why I could stand it all however… As expected, the sight of my bosom bouncing so easily above the bubbles was quite exciting to the Ununda. They all couldn't help but giggle and point. I couldn't be surprised. It had always been quite… popular with them.
 
 
Soon enough, I felt the water begin to thicken around me, as my flesh turned a bright pink color and the strength began to leave my body. I was surprised at just how long I was able to remain awake through it all. Whenever my sisters had prepared their captures for a feast, those women had barely lasted more than half the time I'd been in this pot. Perhaps there was something about me. Perhaps this had always been my fate. I was meant… to be meat.
 
 
I felt something break within me the moment a new dash of ground salts flutter over me. Not in my body, but in my mind. Looking behind me, I could see my mistress looming over me, with that same, self-assured smile she’d always given me. She leaned in slowly and gave me a kiss on my neck before… I’m ashamed to say, I leaned in to ask for more…
 
 
“Bagi innu.” she repeated, as her hand stroked my hair. “Bagi innu…”
 
 
I couldn’t help but coo like a child as she touched me. Not out of fear, as some might expect. Instead, it was out of… adoration. The sensual way she caressed me, and the way her attention on me was both loving and dominating. It was… perfect. I could think of nothing I wanted more in that moment. My body was entirely swallowed up by sexuality that I couldn’t truly comprehend. I could only think of it as the sexuality of being food, and I'd lost all survival instinct. Even as the water bubbled faster and faster, causing my breasts to bounce chaotically, I was enraptured and my womanhood tingled like never before.
 
 
I simply remained there, under my mistress’s watchful eye as my flavor continued to seep into the ever thickening water, which now had the distinct, savory scent of stewed woman. Once again I couldn’t even keep track of how much time had passed. My skin had turned a deep red, but somehow this only excited me all the more. The knowledge of what was happening to me was drowned out by the way I was slipping into raw delight. It was like eating fermented grapes. Tart and difficult at first, but the feelings it gave were so strong that I couldn’t think straight.
 
 
With my body half-cooked and tingling, I could almost feel nothing but my own delight as I was lifted out of the pot and hefted over to the table, juices dribbling from all over my curves. Strangely gently afterwards, they lowered me down onto the table once more, positioning me such that my butt was angled upwards, while my face was against the wood. Were they going to devour me… still as raw as I currently was?
 
 
No, of course they weren’t. Soon after, I felt something sharp and stiff tickle my most sacred place, though I was only given a few brief moments to consider what this truly meant for me before I felt the pole being shoved inside of me with brutal strength. Strangely, I felt no pain, other than the unexpected sensation of my body being forced rigid. The stimulation was overwhelming, and I found myself lost once again, even when The tip peeked from between my lips. What could I do at that point? I’d already resigned myself to my fate. Even come to be excited by it. My arms dangled limply, as once again I was raised from the table, and carried over to a pit of fire I’d never even noticed before. Below me was a bed of stones, itself atop one of soil, likely to prevent any fire from spreading outside of the pit and to the village. I grunted and squirmed, not unlike so many other women I’d seen in my own village, trying to get somewhat more comfortable in expectation of what was to follow. Many of the women couldn’t help but chuckle at my plight. It seemed as though the weight of my chest had bent the skewer slightly, letting them hang all the closer to where the fire would soon be. I didn’t know whether to curse, or be grateful for my generous proportions, but it was pointless for me to ponder this now…
 
 
Though I hadn't had any resistance left in me, several of the women quickly surrounded me to hold my limbs to the skewer, whilst my mistress walked around me to bind each one tightly. I'd been given some training for being restrained like this during my time as the village cow. Still, it felt entirely new for entirely different reasons. I was bound not only outside, but inside as well, with the pole making me unable to bend also. Well, aside from what my weight did to me…
 
 
It felt strange, having my body forcibly aligned the way it was, barely able to move except for slight twists now and again. Strange, but in the state that I was, still not unpleasant. All the hungry glares I was getting somehow made me feel more full of purpose than I ever was before, and when my mistress arrived to light the second fire beneath me, I was ready.
 
 
Without a pot to separate the flames from me this time, I instantly felt the heat lick at me from below. With my breasts being the closest to the pit, they instantly took most of the fire's attention. No matter how much I was enjoying myself, the feeling still caused me to lurch and bounce in surprise… or shock… or both. Of course, this resulted in a wave of laughing from the feast-goers. Still, no matter how much I knew I should have been embarrassed, I couldn't make myself be, even if I'd wanted to.
 
 
With what followed next, I was instantly disoriented. I couldn't tell who began to turn me, but I could most certainly feel the skewer put pressure on me from a different angle as I rotated. At the very least, this pulled the heat away from my scorched boobs, if only for a few moments. The weight they then placed on my ribs caused the bend of the pole to shift in the other direction, leaving my backside and shoulders to take the brunt of the flame instead. The world around me was spinning faster and faster, for more than one reason, but there was nothing more for me to do than ride all of this to the end.
 
 
Round, round, and round again, my vision transitioned from staring at the ground to looking up at the sky. It wasn't long before I grew numb to the feeling of the flames against my skin. If anything, the warmth was strangely comforting. Not unlike sitting beside a campfire during a cold rain.
 
 
After roasting for quite some time, I felt something thick and sticky being poured over my butt, which clung to it like mud, but smelt like the most mouthwatering meal I ever could have imagined. Was it… me? Or rather the broth I'd been used to create in the pot earlier?
 
 
They continued to smother the thickened substance all over me, until my entire body was coated, dripping, and glistening. It was cooling at first, though it didn't take long for the liquid to take the temperature of the fire unto itself. Now, it didn't seem to matter which side of me was facing down, my entire body was covered in the heat… and it felt just as entrancing to me as before. Perhaps even more…
 
 
***
 
 
The sun was high in the sky, and I’d been turning for an hour now, easily. The fire was beginning to weaken, but that didn’t stop me from being able to feel every moment of my body cooking… I was almost proud, in a strange way, at how well I seemed to be roasting. I knew it was insane of me to think this way, but I didn’t care. I was going to be the greatest feast these people had ever had. I was certain of it.
 
 
Still, after another passage of time, the flames had been reduced to nothing more than embers. The Ununda continued to enjoy themselves around me, but I no longer felt the fire working its magic on my flesh. I was beginning to worry that I’d somehow been forgotten until…
 
 
She walked up beside me, letting the cook who’d been turning me for the most recent shift take a break. I couldn’t see her at the moment, but I could most certainly hear her voice.
 
 
“Bagi Innu.” The words absolutely electrocuted me, and I tried to look to the side to see her.
 
 
Thankfully, I didn’t need to. Moments later, she showed herself directly to my face, smiling like a delighted mother… or a proud pet owner. With the fire as dim as it was, she was easily able to lean forward and stroke my hair, which had carefully been left away from the pit’s hottest place in order to keep it all intact. She then leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek…
 
 
She held the kiss for quite some time, and when she finally pulled away, I saw her lick her lips, before walking back behind me and running a finger over my vulnerable backside. I could hear her bring the sauce to her mouth and moan. She was already enjoying me, before I was even done. This was… I couldn’t… I loved that she loved me… I wanted so badly for her to EAT ME! As soon as possible. I wanted to be the centerpiece of her well earned feast! She’d conquered me so perfectly. It was what I deserved! It was what I wanted!
 
 
I heard as new wood was dropped onto the fire, and felt as the heat began to return over time. This was it. I would be done soon, and I couldn’t have been happier…
 
 
***
 
 
I could barely think anymore. The smoke and steam were nearly all I could see, and my body had long since gone almost completely numb. Not that I cared for my own state of being any longer… or rather, not that I cared about my survival. I did however, care about becoming the best meat that I could. Though, how I tasted was far beyond my power at this point.
 
 
It wasn't until I felt myself being lifted from behind, that I realized the time had come. Once the fire beneath me had been doused, with the help of two more women, I was lifted and carried away from the pit, towards the feast table, where I was mounted on two smaller poles, still skewered like the pig I was…
 
 
I could hardly hear at this point, outside of the sounds of my own body sizzling and steaming, but there was no mistake what the other women at the table were saying about me. I could see the pleased looks in their smiles, and the eagerness in their eyes. Who’s opinion mattered most to me however, was my mistress. Seeing her examine and approve my flesh from the place of honor at the table was gratifying. She wasn’t merely content, she was honored. Not by me, but by the job she’d done raising me. She’d put so much into me… and now was the time to reap her reward.
 
 
I was carved from behind first. I felt my backside lighten piece after piece, as a sharp stone knife drove through my cooked flesh with ease. The moans of appreciation that followed were music to my ears. I was delicious. My sacrifice to my mistress was not in vain. Of course, she was given the rarest piece of me… my cradle of life, and I watched her savor every bite as though it were the most perfect thing she’d ever devoured.
 
 
My breasts followed, easily the most juicy portion I could provide. Even weakened as I was, it was easy to see the juices that covered their clay plates from even a single slice of my bosom, and my mistress in particular was allowed my nipples, where the most delicate meat was. I could see her, contemplatively chewing my offering to her with delight, and… I… was… happy.
 
 
My world rapidly began to fade then. It was difficult to remain conscious, but that tingling in my loins never went away. I could only hope my sisters would one day feel the same elation, before their bones joined with mine…
 
 
***
 
 
“And that… friend, is how I arrived here in the afterlife. I don’t know what will happen to me from here. Perhaps a wise woman will summon me as a familiar, or perhaps I’ll be allowed to observe the others.”
 
 
“Now that I’ve given you my story, would you like to tell me yours?”