PD - Wednesday, April 08, 2020, 10:42 AM
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<OOC> Aino Suzuki smooooch
<Y-Rated> Frau Doktor Dr Angela Ziegler says, "So that you are always in touch withyour Master/Mistress."
<OOC> Aino Suzuki says, "Want me to set things up?"
All channels have been gagged.
<OOC> Sherry nods, "Sure! And, hope this is what you wanted! It took me a little while to want the actual killing."
<OOC> Aino Suzuki loves the idea. You're gonna enjoy this.
 
 
  Sometimes, pop stars put on private concerts. Sometimes, pop stars get kidnapped. And sometimes, pop stars have secret little fetishes they don't tell anyone else in the world about.
 
  This unusual confluence of circumstances has led galactic fairy, Sheryl Nome, to this time and place. Having been kidnapped from Empyrea- by ninjas, no less!- she is currentl in transit through the doors and halls of a magnificent oriental palace, full of stepped pagodas and busy servants, being taken to an uncertain fate at the hands of a mysterious individual.
 
  Said mysterious individual awaits her arrival in an elaborate kitchen, where she takes off her doorag, checks the time, and prepares some interesting liquids in a large, large bowl. Sheryl be here soon and she absolutely mustn't keep her waiting.
 
  Such beauty demands no less than perfection tonight.
Sherry
  She's colorful, that one. Around here especially she's nothing physically exotic: human and all, average in height, somewhere in her late teens, and no parts seeming massively out of proportion. But all the same she doesn't have that "ordinary girl" vibe either. Her hair long and wavy, worn to mid-back, but perhaps its most striking feature is a color that seems to shift between angle and quality of light, ranging anywhere from a bright pink through a pale blonde. It's topped off further by a richly blue beret, large and soft to the point of near shapelessness and typically falling a bit askew. Her face is smooth and fair, and a paler and brighter blue marks her wide and expressive eyes. She's colorful too in manner, energetic but controlled and seeming nearly always sure of herself in the way of those comfortable with celebrity.
  Sheryl today wears a richly colored, sleeveless blue dress. It is worn over white blouse with a high collar and short sleeves tightly cuffed to give them a bit of a puff, and further accented with a pink tie worn in a long and loose sort of bow at the chest. The skirt of the dress is pleated and to midthigh, leaving shapely legs bare down to the mid-height tan boots she wears beneath. In a final touch of delicacy, her hands are sheathed in soft white gloves, reaching halfway to the elbow.
 
 
  "Uh, hello?" The popstar walks into the elaborate kitchen, completely clueless about her recent abduction and fate. She stops dead in her tracks - it looks so surreal, like a kitchen from her...dreams.
  "Can I get out of here? Like, I'm worth a lot, ya know." Sheryl walks through, still in her stage outfit, as she wasn't mis-treated by her abductors - no, they didn't even harm a hair on her head.
  But she still is quite lost and is unaware that she's been ushered into this place, at this time, due to mysterious circumstances. "Hey, do you know where I can get to call someone?" She directly addresses that individual, despite having had a deep fetish involving a situation about this, it's not something she would ever think would come true.
 
 
  The situation is engineered- it's all designed to tweak those specific scenarios from Sheryl's deepest, darkest fantasies. This is a nightmare- or a dream- for her to live.
 
  Aino looks up, and a huge smile beams across her face. "Ah~"
 
  She puts the bowl down and walks across to her, smiling and holding her hands out. "Is this the beautiful galactic fairy, Sheryl Nome, that I see before me? I think it is~"
 
  She sweeps up Sheryl's hands and, before she can get a reaction through Aino kisses them delicately, showering her fingertips in tiny little smoochies.
 
  "The one and only. The beautiful dreamer, the fantasy queen, all here in my presence tonight. Welcome, my galactic queen, welcome, to this, your most spectacular event of your life. I am the goddess Aino Suzuki, and it is my privilege to meet you and greet you here tonight, like, n'c'est pas?"
 
  She holds onto her hands delicately, like a fangirl, even though glittering behind her are so many knives, and maybe even a machine back there from her dark fantasies...
 
 
  "Uh..yeah...hi...I.." Rather inarticulate, but her eyes are completely drawn on everything in the room, the deja vu it evokes is absolutely intoxicating to the woman. "Hi..Aino Suzuki...I know you're a fan, but I kinda was taken here - I didn't really know where we were going and I need to go back. So..."
 
  As her eyes run over all the knives, she can see their edges, her eye catching onto a machine that she's fantasized about before several times. No, there's no mistaking -that- machine. "Spectacular event of my life?" She repeats the words on delay before staring at Aino with a quizzical look that slowly grows less confused by the moment.
 
  That -is- the machine. This -is- the kitchen. Her deepest, darkest sexual fetish and fantasy, and she's standing in the very kitchen that she's been dreaming about for years.
 
  She immediately starts to get nervous, her body trembling, "I really need to go. I shouldn't be here...I really do need to be getting back." She gently tries to pull away from Aino's hold, her eyes being unable to tear themselves away from the devices meant to prepare her according to her darkest desires.
 
  Her heart races, her breath quickens, and as the fear builds about actually doing what she's wanted to do, so does her arousal.
 
 
  "Oh no, no no no no. I insist. Tonight your performance will be here, Sheryl Nome," Aino says, flitting across the kitchen to... lock the door. Hardly a fitting place for a concert, is this? "Tonight you will sing, and your body will glitter under the lights, and you will turn and shiver and whisper and slice, and it will be... absolutely incredible!"
 
  "This will be the greatest night of your life, galactic fairy, I promise you. But before we begin, I have a very important question to ask you."
 
  Aino curls herself around Sheryl, trying to open the door or not, and whispers into her ear. "Galactic fairy, does the name 'dolcett' ring a bell to the beautiful you?'
 
 
  Sheryl goes from unnerved to a near panic as she hears the name 'dolcett' be said to her and she immediately reaches for the door. This IS her fantasy, which means it will be her last 'performance' if she doesn't get out of there and fast. Her hand fumbles for the door, but finds herself curled around by Aino, restricting her movements.
 
  "Look it's just a fantasy. Alright? It's the only way I can get off. " And that's her admission, so deep a fetish that she can't even climax without thinking about it.
 
  "Please, let me out. I don't want to die." Her voice is a plea, the sound of a girl who hasn't yet fully accepted it, but her body races with excitement, her pulse pounding now as she realizes that Aino would be both cook and connoisseur of her, Sheryl Nome.
 
 
  "Ah, so you understand!" Aino says, clapping her hands together, and her entire body is the picture of girlish delight. "I'm so glad~"
 
  She hugs Sheryl, although it's more of a grapple at this point, but her hands are roaming and her breath is warm against the idol's skin.
 
  "I'm so glad... so glad I get to touch this idol's beautiful body... to experience it for myself... to listen to your sweet voice..."
 
  "To taste your sweet skin..." she breathes, lips tickling Sheryl's ear.
 
  Aino smiles, and turns Sheryl to look at her again. "I am the goddess of /eating/, and I hear special things and know certain things whenever certain people huff and puff and slick their fingers and touch themselves to my most wonderful of fetishes. From the second your fingers touched your puss, galactic fairy, I /knew/..."
 
  "And so it happens that tonight, you, Sheryl Nome, will put on one beautiful final performance for me, your goddess, as you become my blissful sweet meal for tonight. How does that make you feel? You are food for the gods~"
 
 
  The look on Sheryl's face is one of absolute shock. She had dared to give herself an orgasm and she had fantazied about this entire scenario. And now it was happening! A surge of arousal floods her, mixing with the fear and panic that's started to set in previously.
 
  "You...you knew?" She knows that Aino knew, this is all too perfect to be setup for Aino not have been summoned by Sheryl's fantasy. The amount of desire for her to be eaten by the woman coiled about her is as it was in her fantasy - to be so enjoyed, thoroughly.
 
  "...I..I ..." Her chest raises and lowers, she's thought about this so much, and now when it comes true, she is beyond words. Her eyes take one last look around, seeing all the knives, cooking instruments, and -that- machine, before she looks back to Aino. A deep swallow, a gulp, as she summons the courage to just nod - it terrifies her as she realizes this will be her last time.
 
 
  "I'm a goddess~ or y'know, maybe someone hacked your computer. But which one feels better for you? To know that a /goddess/ wants you?" she says, stepping closer to Sheryl once again.
 
  Aino's finger touch Sheryl's shoulders, and trace down each side of her body. As she does so, items of Sheryl's clothing begin to unstitch and fall apart, glittering layer after layer slowly disappearing from covering her body and falling apart into glittering threads and sequins at her feet.
 
  "Tonight," Aino says, "There's no going back."
 
  "Tonight, you will be mine and mine alone."
 
  "Tonight, your beautiful body, adored by many, loved by two, will be turned into the sweetest, most delicious meat you could possibly imagine, and it will fill the belly of a needy goddess."
 
  Sheryl's curves and breasts are slowly exposed as Aino belabours to turn her clothing into glittering shreds. "Just like your fantasies..."
 
 
  Sheryl looks down to herself, her mouth agape as her clothes begin to dazzle and flitter down in a shower of sparkles and charms - too perfect in it's presentation. The tailor made nature of it all making her heart rapidly beat in her chest as she hears that there is no going back, and she will be entirely and utterly consumed by Aino.
 
  Her eyes glance down to her bare body - so supple and young, but toned and so well maintained, the talk of it becoming such a prime cut of meat making her bite her lip. Yes, that desire to be wanted, to be savored, and to be eaten is filling her mind.
 
  As she stands there, completely nude, her eyes trail back up to Aino, studying her as she tries to memorize her features, burn into her mind the picture of the goddess that would grant her such a deep, dark fantasy so eagerly and give her the ultimate fantasy. Despite being nervous and afraid, she ceases trying to make an exit for the door, standing more firmly as she's on presentation - on display for her meat.
 
 
  Aino continues to undress Sheryl, slowly caressing each individual curve and inch of her skin. Further, further, downward she goes... fingertips lingering on her bottom, her thighs and barely touching her slit- as the clothing likewise dissolves down to nothing, leaving her naked and exposed in the kitchen of her dreams, until there's nothing left but pure, naked Sheryl Nome, standing in the ruins of her last items of clothing.
 
  Aino steps forward and kisses her, and when she does she is likewise entirely unclothed, a goddess' naked body to press against Sheryl and feel her warmth and experience the bliss of her sweet, perfect form.
 
  "I am your goddess," Aino breathes, "And tonight, Sheryl Nome, you are my meal."
 
 
  Aino could likely sense the arousal in Sheryl and if not, the engorged clit of the popstar would definitely give it away as those sultry fingertips trail over her. Each inch of skin is smooth and porcelin, as nearly flawless as the pop idol's agents and pressers say they are.
 
  She trembles against Aino, her heartbeat no doubt being felt as being called a meal, her own lips kissing the goddess back once, the thought that they will soon be tasting her enters her mind.
 
  "My goddess." A simple phrase that Sheryl uses in addressing Aino, the fantasy becoming more real by the moment as she feels the person who will soon be savoring her meat pressed so close to her.
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  Aino runs one hand through Sheryl's hair, the other gently touching her slit and that sweet, swollen clitoris. "Sheryl is such a good girl," she says quietly, the words shivering in Sheryl's soul with a feeling of warmth and kindness. "She smells so good... so naughty... so sweet and warm... her body is so full of delicious promise... tell me, galactic fairy, what you've dreamed of, please? Tell me what your dreams were like and what you imagined happening to yourself? To your friends and loved ones? Tell me your delicious dreams..."
 
 
  Sheryl's breath quickens as she feels the other girl gently touch her throbbing, aching clitoris while her hair is stroked. She begins to nervously tremble once again, a mix of excitement and fear, as she is praised, but asked to share her fantasies of being turned into a meal.
 
  "...First, I'd be taken over to the counter and sat up on it. Then slowly you'd use a market to make different cuts out of me - asking me questions, such as if I minded being done in parts, or at all once. It varies which each fantasy...then once we've marked me, talking of sauces and marinades, we begin." She takes a deep breath and she is glistening on her slit, the thoughts just evoking the highest form of sexual response out of her possible.
 
  "Sometimes by spitting me...sometimes by processing me on that machine....sometimes by cutting pieces of me, starting with a finger first to 'test' it and then working to additional parts of my body and prepping them, injecting them, or cooking them in front of me..." Sheryl bites her bottom lip, "And helping aonther girl...helping her be parted out, tasting of her roasted, cooked meat before being made to join her."
 
  A bit of a pause, "And everytime I die...I...i orgasm....just fantasizing about how I'm being eaten."
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  "Then tonight, I will fulfil your wishes," Aino says, kissing her again. "We will make you into the meal you've always dreamed of," she says... and as she does, she leads her over to the table just as Sheryl said.
 
  "This marker will fade when it gets hot, but some things are important," she says, slowly marking out Sheryl's skin with dotted lines. Part by part, she divides the beautiful woman up, and gives her a full-length mirror to admire herself in. Piece by piece she is marked and noted: flank, rump, belly and ribs and more, the pieces of delicious meat she should know by now. It's like a slow, deliberate routine, like tattoos or body writing before the sacrifice, so that Sheryl can imagine herself, that she knows that this is Real and Happening.
 
  "I want to have Sheryl whole," Aino says, picking up a bristled silicone brush. "But does she feel differently?"
 
 
  Sheryl follows, breathing quite shallow in excitement as she is taken to the table, then slowly the marker is applied to her, each piece of her body being parted out for it's delicious components. It's something that's been done a thousand times before in her mind and the actual feeling of the marker tip against her sends shivers up her spine.
 
  The popstar stares at herself in the mirror looking at each piece, seeing how her body will become a savory, delicious meal. A small twirl, looking at every angle, every part of her marked and ready to begin the next stage...
 
  Sheryl's heart begins pounding, hard, the sinking realization that this is Real and Happening. "Whatever chef thinks is best..." Sheryl confesses to, eyeing that silicon brush, "Could, you maybe make an appetizier out of something of me? A little pre-dinner snack?" Those eyes move to the knives, her chest rising and falling, as if wanting to test them on her by desirous intent.
 
 
  "Of course we could!" Aino replies, brushing Sheryl's cheek with the bristles. "Give me your hands."
 
  She takes Sheryl's hands and a second bowl of liquid, and begins to coat each one from fingertip to palm in shimmering brown sauce. Then she covers them again, in flour and batter, and leads Sheryl over to a bubbling pot. Inside it is rolling oil, and her hands are now floured and battered in preparation for what comes next.
 
  "Brace yourself, Sheryl," Aino says with a smile...
 
  And then she stands behind Sheryl and forces both of her hands into the frying oil whole, the agony ripping through the galactic fairy's nerves as she's held under and deep-fried, fingernails peeling and muscle blanching as she's cooked alive, this only a taste of what's to come, held under until her hands are fried to a shattering crisp.
 
 
  Those starlet eyes watch her hands be seasoned and battered, going from one bowl to the next as they are completely covered in flour and batter. Her body trembles, her hands shaking as she's lead over to the big pot of roiling oil. This. Is. Real and Happening.
 
  Sheryl stares down into the boiling oil, nodding her head to Aino as she's told to brace herself, trying to make herself go as limp as possible - this is it, the part that goes from fantasy to reality. No resistance is made as Aino stands behind her, and she closes her eyes as she feels her hands pushed downward.
 
  Pain. Searing pain as she feels it shoot up her arms and into the very core of her being - her hands being kept in there to prevent her from reflexively pulling back. Tears well up in her eyes as she opens them, watching her battered hands fry, the pain building and building...until it begins to subside. She cannot believe it, her breath rapid while those eyes watch herself being cooked alive - she had always imaged this happening, but until now, seeing her hands fried into a crisp appetizier, each finger withered smaller, palms shrank, the lack of feeling or control now in the crisping treats.
 
  She still stares in disbelief even as she drinks in the minutes of her hands being deep fried, the realization of it being Real. It Happened. She allowed a piece of her to be cooked alive and she somehow didn't black out from the pain and was able to witness, even despite the, literal, searing pain.
 
 
  Aino withdraws Sheryl's hands from the oil, letting them drip clean, and then takes a serrated knife out from a drawer. As Sheryl watches, she first slices one, then the other hand cleanly off, leaving her with naught but cauterized stumps- leaving them on a bed of kitchen paper to blot briefly, Aino then leans down and kisses each of Sheryl's stumps one after the other, licking them hungrily.
 
  "And would Sheryl wish to eat?" she asks, bringing the battered and fried hand to Sheryl's lips, taking the other by herself. With gusto Aino bites into the hot, juicy fingers and strips the meat from them, exposing blanched bone and sinew as she happily chows down on what moments ago was a fully flexible set of living digits.
 
  "One for each of us~"
 
 
  Sheryl let's herself be taken out of the fryer, patiently waiting as the knife is gotten, her eyes staring at how sharp it is in it's serrated edge. She sees it cut into her first wrist, then the second, taking some of the now-dead weight off her stumps. Her eyes go between the drying fingers and hands on the paper towel, to the kissing of her stumps by Aino. Each kiss and lick makes Sheryl's heart skip a beat in her chest, the hunger that's displayed for her is precisely how she imagined it.
 
  Another skip of her heart at being asked to eat as well. The idea of cannibalizing herself, consuming her own cooked flesh, had always been something she would consdier - but the finger now was pressed to her lips and her eyes watching Ainos' teeth sink down into the meat of her fingers, stripping it bare, leaving naught but the bone behind - her former bone. The stumps at the ends of her wrists somehow make her feel more helpless, yet more natural, as something to be processed would be.
 
  Those lips part, Sheryl takes in her own finger, feeling the hot batter in her mouth as she then does it - she bites it, feeling her teeth sink into such tender meat, like a chicken wing, but the flavor is intense. She pulls back with her mouth, stripping the bone of the delicious, succulent meat as she chews it, eating a piece of herself as she watches you do the same.
 
  It is decadent. She swallows her own meat after chewing, shivering at how real it feels, the delight seeing Aino eat her as well - it is better than she could have hoped for.
 
 
  Aino quickly fetches a chair so she and Sheryl can eat and relax. She sits next to her happily, leaning back in the chair and taking her own fried hand to gleefully strip of meat and nibble like a chicken wing. As she continues to do so- and as she uses her other hand to feed Sheryl- she occasionally puts her snack down and uses her finger, slick with fat and girl grease, to touch Sheryl's slit again, languidly playing with her and slowly dipping two fingers into the woman's puss to pull forth a lewd, gratuitous orgasm as Sheryl fills her stomach with her own self-cannibalized meat.
 
  Once there's nothing more than a pile of bones left, Aino pats Sheryl gently. She plays with one a little, clicking it against its fellows.
 
  "When we're done, this is all that will be left of Sheryl, too. So like, are you ready?"
 
 
  Sheryl sits, letting her own hand be fed to her as she hestitates significantly less now, accepting her own meat into her stomach as she sates her mild hunger that she had. When the hand is placed down, she spreads her thighs, feeling Aino's fingers touch and slick her with her own girl-grease, moaning cutely, her face looking like she is in 'pain' but in reality, it's an expression of pleasure - and she orgasms. Sheryl can feel her clitoris throb, so painfully, so needy, as she is fed the hand again, stuffing herself on herself - absolutely enthralled at how delicious she is, unable to stop herself from this act of self-cannibalism.
 
  Each time Aino's hand dips down, she draws an orgasm from Sheryl within a minute, the strongest she's ever had, and it shows. By the time the fourth one is out and there's nothing left but bones, Sheryl is flushed, her face red and a bit out of breath, her stumps rubbing her stomach as she feels so utterly sated by her 'own' meal.
 
  A simple nod followed by a "Yes...yes I am." Confident now that she a piece of her has been cooked alive, eaten, and she's committed such a delicious act on herself. Those eyes trail over those bones and a shiver hits her again, realizing that means she'll have been fully consumed and that Aino will have given her the gift of eating her.
 
 
  "Alright then, come with me."
 
  Aino takes Sheryl over to one of the machines in the back- whereas before it may have seemed fearful to the galactic fairy, by now it seems almost natural and right. It's a genuine Jessica machine, built to eviscerate and spit her for roasting like a pig, ready for the fire and the plate where her glamorous life will end.
 
  Aino paints Sheryl once again in sauce, covering her from top to bottom with the silicone bristles, taking most time of all to caress her breasts, her bottom and her puss with the gentle ends as she is given a sweet, fruit glaze that leaves her mouth watering.
 
  "Now Sheryl, please assume the position," Aino says, "Lean forward.... lie down, that's right... bring your bottom up, make sure that your head stays forward...."
 
 
  Sheryl just stares at that - a Jessica machine, a real, genuine one, right before her eyes. She eyes the entire apparatus, seeing the switches, the tray to collect her insides, the spitting post and spit. Her heart feels like it is going to explode in her chest as she was just reading 'Meredith's Last Interview' before this...and now she was going to be like a real dolcett girl.
 
  Fear, excitement, arousal all mix for the popstar as she is basted, helping Aino cover every inch of herself to make sure she does not dry out, the entire time her eyes staring at the Jessica machine. And finally it is time once she is thoroughly coated in that delicious glaze.
 
  She does as she's told, Sheryl leans forward and lies down into the machine, the feel of the cool metal of the machine reinforcing her excitement. That bottom comes up, her back-straightening out and she stares forward, keeping her head staring directly ahead.
 
  The long wait, seconds seem like hours, and she has positioned herself on the Jessica machine just as the other girls, experiencing the same nervous fear they did as soon, it will prepare her for the spit and the roasting that will turn her from pop star to dinner.
 
 
  Aino switches it on.
 
  "Please try and last as long as you can, miss Sheryl..."
 
  Sheryl will feel two blades pressed against her body- the first nudges against her pucker, slowly sliding inside as it fills her up with its sharp, steel shaft. The second slides with cool motion into her belly, and each begin their journey through her body one after the other.
 
  The skewer hits a wall inside her bottom and pierces on through without a wait, sliding through her intestines and slowly impaling her. The second blade draws a line up Sheryl Nome's belly, letting it sag open and for her intestines to start slowly falling out, aided by jets of water and automatic metal arms. Bit by bit, all of her guts are dragged out of her body and the empty space left behind washed with cool water. As it goes, the skewer slides through Sheryl's diaphragm and past her heart, ultimately tickling the back of that sweet singing throat.
 
  No more notes will be heard from this as it slides in to fill her up entirely, with breathing holes provided so she can live just a little longer, coming out of her mouth and supporting her from top to bottom, a steel rod of impalement.
 
  Aino ties Sheryl's arms behind her back and her feet to the skewer, then takes the long spit and carries it towards a firepit. Crackling, popping flames fill Sheryl's vision as she's slid into the middle of it, surrounding her in a corona of flesh-roasting heat.
 
 
  Sheryl nods her head in response, still trying to keep the position as she says her last words, "I'll try my best." Her body trembles, she hears it moving to life, and suddenly the sharp press into her rectum - an anal spitting! The girl cannot believe how Real this is as that dull ache of the blade inserting itself into her stomach is felt. Her face shows a bit of pain as they move up her body, effortless in how sharp they are, made for processing girls.
 
  She swallows, Sheryl's breath becoming quick, she feels her stomach sag and her insides being skewed, unable to do anything but be processed for her meat. Then, another sweet sensation, feeling her intenstines and guts start to spill out, giving relief to the pressure building on her sagging stomach mixed with the sharp ache of the blade cutting through her. It's such a natural feeling, to be so empty as she's gutted cleanly.
 
  And then that feeling at the back of her throat. The pop starlet delight's eyes going wide as she feels the final part of the spit pierce up through her through, her eyes fixating on it while it exits her mouth. Just like that, she is full spitted, her insides empty, and ready for the roasting pit.
  She lets herself be tied to it, too weak and groggy to resist at this stage even if she wanted, and instead is breathing rapidly, eyes daring about, pulse racing as she's carried outside and suddenly slid into the middle of it.
 
  Searing pain. Her skin sizzles as she's placed into it. It is Real and Happening. All that time she spent fantasizing about it, wanting it, and now she's spitted and being cooked alive. Her body starts to squirm as she experiences a rush she's never had before, the heat and being cooked causing her be driven wild with pleasure, closing in on her final orgasm she'll ever have.
 
 
  The flames surround Sheryl as she's rotated, dancing over her tits and searing her skin bright pink, carrying on over the hours as it becomes a glistening golden brown. She drips with rendered girlfat as it leaks from her pores, dripping and drizzling down to sizzle in the flames, still ever turning. Occasionally she can feel Aino dabbing at her- more marinade for her body and cold water for her head and hair, so that it remains clean and doesn't burn. Sheryl's cum likewise drips down into the flames and sizzles loudly, as she becomes tender and crisp roasted woman-flesh for the goddess' consumption.
 
  At some point the smothering, intense burn may well become too much for Sheryl Nome, and as she disappears into her beautiful, erotic dream she will find her life fading fast. She knows what will become of her: every sinew, every scrap used up and thrown away, her juicy meat churning in Aino her goddess' stomach, as only scant tiny remainders of her life remain like scraps, bones, and a beautiful trophy for the goddess' wall.
 
  Hopefully it was everything she dreamed it would be as she dies slowly and deliciously.
 
 
  Sheryl Nome is unable to focus on much, the intense searing of the flames, the rotating world, and the sight, and smell, of her cooking fills her entire being. She knows what she is becoming and the feeling is intense - so intense her body doesn't let up. Orgasm after orgasm washes over her, a life time of missed ones, all due to this intense fetish and desire, now coming back to her.
 
  Each new basting refreshes her for a little longer, causing her to awaken and orgasm again, but towards the two hour mark she begins to fade. She's had too much, she's tried her best to last as long as she could, and as Aino dabs her with the brush one more time, she can feel it build within her, the realizing that 'it' is Happening. The feeling of her impending final moments builds within her, swirling with thoughts of Aino savoring her and leaving her as just bone and sinew...
 
 
Sheryl Nome has her final exquisite orgasm - sizzling loudly to announce her final one, the biggest she's ever had.
 
  As the world dims around her, her body is exhausted, it's time for her to go, she cannot hang any longer. In her final moments, she silently prays she will be tasty, she prays she will be juicy, and she prays that she'll be satisfying. Sheryl Nome slips, closing her eyes for the final last time, to finish the rest of the roast, a blissful end that could have had no parallel.
 
 
  Aino happily unthreads Sheryl from the spit once she's done, cutting her head free and placing it on a pedestal so that she can 'watch' as she's eaten.
 
  As Sheryl awakens in Aino's afterlife, the goddess happily dines, cracking a rack of ribs free to gnaw on, cutting thick and juicy slices from Sheryl's rump and thighs, and deftly slicing her cunt-steak free to enjoy every last salty, rich mouthful of the galactic fairy's sweet, juicy sex.
 
  For the rest of the long night Aino dines happily on Sheryl, chewing and gnawing her bones down to the bottom and enjoying every last rich, salty scrap of her succulent pink meat. When all's said and done there's a pile of bones to mark Sheryl Nome's remains and a beautiful head with its flowing hair to be mounted on her wall.
 
  What a beautiful fairy. What a satisfying meal.