Elizabeth's heart sank as her mother looked up from the report and shook her head no. While they weren't her best grades ever, she had brought them back up to As and Bs. It should have been more than enough to get her out of whatever punishment her mother had planned.
Her mother pointed toward the kitchen and was told to remove her cloths. Reluctantly Elizabeth did as she was told. After entering the kitchen, Elizabeth starting with her shirt working her way down to her socks which she saved for last.
Every so often taken a peek at what her mother was doing. First she saw her mother pull a huge pan out before moving on to the next set of clothing. After removing her bra, she took another sneak peek. Her mother was chopping a mixture of veggies and laying them down in the pan.
By now it was pretty clear what Elizabeth's fate would be. She was going to be cooked up like a piece of meat. Tears started to swell in her eyes, was this really a fair punishment? With a shaky voice and as she removed her pants Elizabeth asked, "Mom, are you really going to cook me?"
"Yes, now hurry up and get undressed. I'm going to need you over here soon." There was no hesitation in her voice.
"B-but, why?"
"Because if you're going to let your brain go to waste and only work on your body. You can at least use that body to be proper brain food for your sister."
As much as Elizabeth wanted to protest she knew it was pointless. To her mother she was a pig that could talk. Meat that had a useless opinion about its place in the world. Elizabeth did her best to hold back her tears as she finished removing the last of her cloths.
She took her time removing the socks as they were only thing make her a person. As soon as they were gone she'll be just a naked pig. In the back ground her mother was pulling out the herbs and spices needed to give extra flavor to the meat.
Now with no cloths on; she looked down at her body. Her small, but seductive breasts, thin toned body, and curvy butt. She couldn't help but admit, she was a fine looking meal to be.
"Good your naked. Now jump up here and get in the pan. Lay face down and put your butt in the air." Her mother commanded.
Elizabeth again, did as she was told and laid face down in the pan. It was extremely embarrassing letting her privates sit out in the open.
Elizabeth felt her ankles being tied together. For a moment she wondered if her arms were going to be tied too, but a cold sticky liquid was run down her back made her jump in the pan.
"Sit still, the sooner this is done the sooner you get into the oven."
She didn't know when, but when Elizabeth looked over at the oven. She could see the LED display reading 350 degrees. It was preheated and ready to cook the little pig. There was a mix of emotions as the herbs and spiced were sprinkled on and rubbed into her skin.
It felt good; almost like getting a massage, but she knew it was really for. The oil was slowly rubbed into her back and butt, down her arms, and neck. No matter how much she wanted to think it was wrong or scary. She couldn't help but felt so right.
Elizabeth let her mind slip away, letting the worry of what it would feel like to be cooked and eaten fade away as she was oiled and seasoned. Soon after an apple was held in front of her face.
Elizabeth was told to open up, and as soon as her mouth was wide enough, the apple was shoved hard into jaws. Lodging it firmly between her teeth. Washing away all doubt that she wasn't a pig ready to roast now.
"Just one more thing," Elizabeth's mother turned to grab something.
When she turned back around she was holding a carrot.
"I know it's a little mean, but hey at least you are getting a little something right?" She didn't wait for whatever muffled reply Elizabeth would give. Quickly sliding it in between her daughter's lower lips.
Elizabeth wiggled as the oils and spiced help the carrot push its way in. The odd feeling of shame and pleasure as it forced in made tears swell.
"Perfect all prepped and ready to cook! Let's get you in the oven," cheered her mother before sliding the pan onto a cart and pushed it over to the oven.
Mom opened the oven door, before awkwardly, but firmly lifting the pan into the air and setting it down gently onto the oven door. Without a word Elizabeth was pushed into the metal maw of the oven. Heat swirled around her as she got farther and farther in.

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