Mirabel's Roasting
F/F, Incest, Encanto, Mirabel Madrigal, Delores Madrigal, snuff, non-fatal, cannibalism
 
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The soft, but still audible sound of a feminine moan cut through Delores's sleep, waking her from a sound slumber with a groggy snort.
 
Quiet, wet sounds, soft slippery ones, mixed with a familiar moan made the married woman growl deep in her throat.
 
"Pleeeeease~" And right on cue, there was Mirabel's soft, whispered moan. "The pot looks so big and empty, Delores!"
 
Delores turned to her husband. He was fast asleep, and she would be getting no relief from him tonight. He was impossible to wake once he fell asleep anyway. Delores had certainly tried.
 
"Please, prima, ohgod, yes, yes, tighter, tie me tight so I can't escape!"
 
Every night. Every night Mirabel would do this! It had been going on so long that Delores couldn't even remember how it started! She needed to do something about this. There was no way Mirabel didn't know she could hear her! And yet she kept begging *every night!*
 
It was too much! It was driviing Delores *crazy!*
 
"Ohgod, please, yes, mmmph! Ohgod, stuff my pussy so full!"
 
Delores had had enough. She needed to confront Mirabel now. If she didn't stop this... Delores might end up doing something she'd regret.
 
"The oven, oh god, the oven, i-into the oven I go, can't stop, don't want to stop~!" Mirabel's voice was always little more than a whisper, a soft, half-strangled sound that at once worried, intrigued, and incensed her sister.
 
Mirabel *knew* she could hear her, so why she *persisted* in teasing her prima like this was beyond any hope of a guess! It was infuriating is what it was!
 
Silently, Delores struggled to slip out of bed without waking her comatose husband.
 
Delores got out of bed, too annoyed and... if she was being honest with herself, turned on, to get dressed. Where were her slippers?
 
"Ohgod, yes, close the door, t-turn up the heeeeeat!" Mirabel was getting close to cumming already, goddamnit, and Delores had maybe once a night with her husband before he fell asleep, if she was lucky! Mirabel could do this twice a night and it *infuriated* her that Mirabel kept *doing* this!
 
She *knew* Delores could hear her! She knew it!
 
Quietly, Delores stormed towards Mirabel's room, wanting neither to wake the Casita's other residents, nor to overwhelm her own sensitive hearing with loud stomping. The Casita's floors didn't squeak underneath her as she headed over. The house favored Mirabel, but even the Casita must have thought this was enough if it wasn't warning her away!
 
The door flew open, fast enough to generate a breeze, but the wall shied away from the impact, so no sound was heard as the door stood quivering. Moonlight flooded across Delores' furious figure, clad in nothing but a pair of giant fuzzy pink slippers, eyes searching around for the source of her frustration.
 
Mirabel was half-choking on the bed, utterly naked, bare brown skin exposed. One ankle was tied tight to the post at the foot of her bed, her fingers stuffed into her exposed twat, gasping something about Delores fucking her. But the thing that caught her cousin's eye was the thick, braided rope cinched tight around Mirabel's throat.
 
So that's how Mirabel kept herself from screaming as she came. Delores had heard that squeal several times, choked off before she could wake the household with her moaning and begging.
 
"Mirabel." Delores spoke softly, clearly angry at her cousin as she stalked toward the bed that Mirabel couldn't escape.
 
"ohgod~" Mirabel's voice was being literally strangled now, the noose around her neck tightening at a jerk from her unbound leg as her sex gushes at the sight of her cousin. "D-Delores, wh-what're you-you-ooooohh!"
 
Delores gave her cousin an unimpressed look. "Really? *You* invited *me,* prima."
 
"God, I just, I didn't think you'd, that you would..." the half-strangled girl gasps and shifts, the noose loosening to allow Mirabel to speak. "I never thought you'd actually, you know..."
 
"Every night. Mirabel. I can *hear* you. You *know* I can hear you. Every night I have to hear you begging me to *kill* you. It's driving me crazy, Mirabel." Delores answered stalking forward with a crazed look in her eye.
 
"I-I'm sorry I--" Mirabel babbled, the scarily-intent look in Delores' eyes making her mouth run without reference to her mind.
 
"Is that what you want? Do you want me to cook you, Mirabel? Is that the only way you stop doing this?" Delores asked, looking over her with her hands on her hips, clad in moonlight and fuzzy slippers.
 
"N-No, it's, it's not..." The plumper girl gulped, trembling as she sat up in bed, struggling to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. "I-It was just a fantasy..."
 
"Fantasizing? yes. Constantly. At *least* twice a night. about *me* where *I can hear you,* prima!" Delores refuted. "What am I to believe? should I believe you now? when you say you don't want me to do what you've begged me every night for *years* to do to you?"
 
"It was just a fantasy, Delores! N-No one got hurt, it was," Mirabel swallowed, her voice dropping to a quieter note. "It was all just innocent fun..."
 
"No one was harmed? Me! I was harmed! Every night you wake me with your fantasies begging me to touch you." Delores reached down to lay her hand gently on Mirabel's hip. "Am I to believe you don't want me to touch you now that it is happening?"
 
Her cousin gulped, her eyes going huge, and it was impossible for her to hide the way her thick and wide nipples were suddenly standing up, begging for a mouth. Even so, she struggled to do so, "I, I could see why you would think that, but it was just a fantasy..."
 
Delores' fingers moved south over Mirabel's hip, toward the center of her body, gently brushing Mirabel's fingers away so that she could cup her soaking mound, preventing the half-tied girl access. "I don't believe you, prima."
 
"Please, prima, I..." The plumper girl finally trailed off, her tongue tied as her naked cousin stepped closer, leaning back on her hands even as she gasped at the touch on her tight, trembling twat, staring up at Delores with anxiety and desire writ large upon her.
 
"Please what? Please cook you? Like you've asked for, every night for *years*?" Delores asked softly, staring sternly down at Mirabel. "Is that what you want?"
 
"N-No, n-not, not that..!" But her voice was feeble, her protestations weak as her thighs trembled and closed around her cousin's hand, a mute plea for more.
 
Delores sniffed, daintily, in derision as she slipped her thumb into Mirabel's soaked and freshly fucked twat.
 
Mirabel gasped and gave a soft, needy whine, trembling as her hips rocked needily against the intruder into her still-wet sex.
 
"It doesn't feel like you really mean what you are telling me, Mirabel." Delores whispered softly.
 
"I, n-no, please, P-Prriiiiima!" Mirabel was trembling all over now, her legs tight together (as tight as the plump, soft girl ever got), leaning back on her hands, gasping as her cousin teased her fresh-fucked sex, so very clearly aroused once more as her nipples stood at attention, her breath coming in soft gasps, her upper chest as flushed as her cheeks as she strangled a sob down to a needy mewl.
 
"I don't know what to do with you, but right now? Mariano is fast asleep, and you have created a problem for me that I cannot fix without him." Delores whispered, catching Mirabel's gaze and lowering her head to look at her own clearly turned on twat.
 
The plumper girl gasped and gave a half-strangled moan as Delores shoved her legs open, trembling and asking in a half-gasping voice, as her cousin teased her sex with her thumb. "Wh-What do you w-want me to d-doooo?"
 
"You made a mess, prima. You should clean it up." Delores stated softly, simply, in a tone that promised so much but wouldn't be argued or bargained with. Mirabel *was* doing this. Delores would accept no other option.
 
"Hhhhhhowwww?" The word was a hot, trembling whine, breaking off into a quiet sob as Mirabel struggled against her urge to moan in pleasure at her cousin's touch.
 
"Get out of that noose first. And the rope on your ankle too. You make me cum here, prima. Then we go to the kitchen and I decide what to do with you." Delores decided.
 
Mirabel stared at her cousin in shock, eyes wide with wild surmise, as she gave a hot, terrified squeak. It took a harsh shake of her hips to get her into motion, sobbing quietly as the noose was gently peeled off her throat, and the knot around her ankle proved easy to undo. She timidly whimpered and as her cousin shifted her grip, sliding two fingers into Mirabel's sopping-wet sex, the older girl both spreading Mirabel's young pussy, and tugging her forward by that handle.
 
The younger cousin shuffled and stumbled after the elder, Delores practically yanking her to her feet and dragging her out of her bed, naked. "Oh god, I, D-Delores, please!"
 
"No begging. You will do this. You will do whatever I tell you, Mirabel." Delores whispered angrily. "You owe me. Years of this, Mirabel! Years of your begging and masturbation slowly driving me insane!"
 
"I-I'm sorry, P-Prima!" Mirabel was trembling all over by this point, sobbing softly as she was yanked around by her twat. "I d-didn't mean to!"
 
"You didn't think!" Delores hissed as she moved over to Mirabel's bed, sitting with her legs splayed over the edge, her tempting jewel open an ready for her cousin to kiss. "Now fix your mess!"
 
"Uff!" The younger girl gasped as her cousin finally let go, but not without a final downward yank on her pussy that made her knees tremble. "I, I don't.... H-How...?"
 
Her voice sounded so small, and *did things* to Delores' pussy.
 
"With your lips, puta! How else!?" Delores ordered, flabbergasted at her cousin's naivete.
 
After a moment of startled surprise, Mirabel finally got the message, and her cheeks flushed a deep, dark red. She shyly got on her knees, whimpering and nibbling her lips as her cousin spread her legs and pointed between them to drive the point home.
 
Delores was just as wet as Mirabel, she realized. Ordering her cousin about, treating her like a dog to be trained...
 
For her part Mirabel was shaking with anticipation and shameful delight at the situation, the dominant and *wicked* way her cousin was acting! It was making her pussy *melt* with delight!
 
The younger girl timidly leaned in, on her knees now, one hand on the floor to steady herself, the other, greatly daring, on her cousin's thigh as she leaned in, her soft, hot breath caressing Delores' bare pussy before her shy, untrained tongue timidly licked at her cousin's snatch.
 
"Do you like the taste of me, Puta? The taste of another girl?" Delores asked, softly.
 
"Mmhmmmm..." She nodded, rubbing her lips against her cousin's sex, blushing hard as she shot a glance up at Delores as she licked harder at the other girl's sex. Her juices tasted different from her own, and Mirabel wondered what her own would taste like, if she was cooked...
 
"You really must want to be dominated, Puta," Delores gasped softly as Mirabel dipped her tongue inside her. "One command and you're on your knees, licking. Is that what you want? To be a dedicated clean up rag for when I-I need to cum?"
 
 
Mirabel was only half-listening, exploring her cousin's pussy with the tip of her tongue. It was the first time she'd ever had a chance to do something like this, and it might be her *only* chance to explore another girl's pussy! She mumbled a faint, muffled 'sorry prima', as she continued to lick and probe into Delores' depths.
 
She hadn't been aware of how distressed she had been making her cousin, and that alone was reason enough for her embarrassment and humiliation right now. She should, needed, *had to* make up for angering her cousin all these nights, she'd been such a thoughtless ditz! Puta was right, she was thinking with her sex, not her head! And she called *men* out for that! God, she was so clueless!
 
"Hah! Yes! Like that!" Delores panted, careful to keep her words below a whisper even as she came closer to her reward, a skill she'd honed through extensive practice with Mariano. She could feel Mirabel's cheeks heating up between her thighs as her cousin probed into her sex, and slurped at her clit with her talented tongue.
 
Looking down at her, Delores couldn't help thinking about the sight of Mirabel, bound and choking in the moonlight; couldn't help but think about what Mirabel had been begging her for.
 
Maybe her wicked cousin did deserve a reward after all?
 
If she really did want it... The Casita loved Mirabel, it would stop the oven before it truly did her in.
 
The kneeling girl could feel her cousin trembling, just like she herself did every night right before crying out Delores' name as she came. Just a little bit more, and maybe she could start making up to Delores for her inexcusable behavior, making her cousin spray her juices all across Mirabel's face!
 
"Mmmmm!!!" Delores groaned softly. "I'm close, Mirabel. Just... just a little more!"
 
It wasn't that Mirabel was skilled.
 
She wasn't.
 
The best Delores could say was that she was better than Mariano before Delores had trained him in what she liked.
 
No, it was the fact that it was *Mirabel,* the same girl hopelessly crying her name every single night for *years,* that was kneeling before her, serving her.
 
Maybe she could talk Mariano into taking her cousin as a mistress? A toy for them to share?
 
"Nnnngh!" Damn! That thought was too hot! She was-! She was-!
 
"Cumming!" Delores whispered as she squirted her arousal into Mirabel's mouth... and all across her face.
 
The kneeling girl gasped, eyes shutting as her cousin's hips bucked, spraying her juices across her and smearing them into her cheeks and mouth. She blinked up at her cousin, closing her lips around Delores' clit and giving it a gentle roll, the way she played with her own.
 
In her mind, though, the fact that her cousin was acting out part of her own inner fantasy was getting Mirabel *juicy.* Her sex felt too small, too wet, too *empty* as she whimpered and suckled at her cousin's clit, trembling and whimpering softly up at her as she suckled her cousin's cumming cunt.
 
It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough. No, perfect would have been if Delores was interested in the *other* part of her fantasy...
 
"Mmmm... That was... good. for a first try." Delores admitted softly, standing up so that she towered over the kneeling Mirabel.
 
The younger girl gave a shy gasp and blushed up at her cousin, sitting back on her haunches in a really quite endearing pose, kneeling with her knees spread to expose her cute, plump, and dripping cunt. "Th-thank you, P-prima...."
 
"Get up, Puta. I'm not done with you yet. I promised you a trip to the kitchen."
 
The kneeling girl froze for a moment, before giving a soft, tight little squeak. The sudden tightening of her oh-so-empty sex and the quivering of her heart were prompted by the same thought of what Delores might do to her there.
 
Mirabel deserved a reward, Delores decided, and Casita would never let her be harmed, even if her stupid cousin absolutely *deserved* to get her full, fatal, fantasy after what she did to Delores. 'One day... Maybe.'
 
The younger girl got to her feet nervously, giving her cousin an uncertain look and timidly asking, "Wh-What do you wwwant in the kitchen? A-At this time of night?"
 
"Ay, what do you think, Puta? What you begged me to do to you!" Delores whispered, harshly. "I will prep and cook you, right here in the oven of the Casita." Delores replied, reaching down to slip her fingers into Mirabel's even wetter twat so as to tug her forward.
 
Mirabel strangled her squeak of surprise as Delores plunged two fingers into her dripping snatch, even as she clenched in anticipation and fear. "W-Wait, what, n-no, I, EEP!"
 
She slapped a hand over her mouth and stumbled as Delores yanked her into a swift walk, gasping as her hips were tugged along, strangling her moans to a whispered whimper as the older cousin dragged her along behind her, out of her room and along the veranda. "D-Delores! B-But--"
 
"No!" Delores whispered fiercely as she led Mirabel down the stairs by the pussy, the Casita easing her way down. "You don't get to protest. Not after *years* of begging for this. If you did not want it, you should not have asked for it! Now, I will take you up on your offer. I will roast you, and have that tasty pussy of yours, and when the family asks me where you went, I will tell them you left the valley in search of adventure and love. No one will chase you. No one will find you. You will ne snuffed, just like you begged for, and I will be full. Maybe I will share your meat with Mariano? It will give him stamina to see to my needs now that you aren't begging every. single. night!"
 
Mirabel was sobbing softly by the time Delores dragged her into the kitchen by the cunt, stuttering half-formed words of protest and negation and pleading falling out of her mouth, silenced in turn by another adorable squeak as her cousin dug her fingers deeper into the sobbing girl's cunt.
 
The Casita began to bring the supplies, first the large silver platter that Delores' tia Julieta, hand painted was dropped out the closet and bounced onto the counter. Then rope; thick, basting twine, landed next to it, along with a container of tia Julieta's special stuffing.
 
"See? Even Casita is helping me now, Mirabel." Delores said as she pushed Mirabel into the counter and bent her over it, grabbing her cousin's cute brown butt. "These will make delicious hams..."
 
The younger girl squeaked and gasped as she was manhandled around the kitchen like so much meat. She moaned as she was shoved up against the countertop, Delores' hand shoving her down until her full bosom was mashed against the cold stone counter, her legs having to stretch to stand on tiptoe as her cousin pushed her knees apart to examine her exposed pussy her voice all hot and breathy as she realized how far her fantasy might go this night. "Ohgod~!"
 
"I'm going to stuff you, Mirabel, and then I will stuff you in the oven, and Casita will decide if you life or die. Do you understand?" Delores whispered in her ear as she gently pulled Mirabel's eighteen year old twat apart so that the glistening pink passage was exposed to the open Colombian air that flowed freely through the Casita.
 
"Ohgod, ohgod, ohg-gooood~" Mirabel's hot, needy moans were strangled shut as she whimpered and mewled in hot lust, legs trembling as she struggled to maintain her balance in this strenuous posture.
 
"And it seems Casita wants you to roast, doesn't it, Mirabel? It wants you to get your full, fatal, fantasy..." Delores taunted softly as she played with Mirabel's pussy with her deft thumbs.
 
"Mmmph!" The teenager shuddered, her legs trembling and spasming gently, her hips rocking urgently as her pussy was toyed with.
 
From this vantage point, her cousin bent over the countertop, having to stretch to reach the floor with her toes, Delores had to admit that Mirabel *did* have a certain kind of lush beauty. While by no means *fat,* she did have delightfully delicious curves, her posture accentuating the meat of her legs and rump as she struggled not to *scream* in anticipation and lust, teased mercilessly by her oh-so-wonderful cousin.
 
"Up. On the counter." Delores ordered, grabbing the twine.
 
Mirabel's breath hitched at the order, sobbing softly in sudden fear. If she obeyed, with Delores like this, she'd be bound and completely at her cousin's mercy, who had already *said* she's GOING to snuff her, if Casita allows it! And, and, and, ohgod, and Casita had *helped her* get the things she needed! Oh god, she was going to *cook* tonight!
 
B-But, but she *owed* Delores for all those nights where she had been unwittingly torturing her cousin... And she definitely wanted to see what happened too, even... Even if it means getting snuffed and cooked and turned into meat...
 
The image of Delores with a carving knife, cutting deep into her hips, carving out her still-steaming and sizzling pussymeat, watching her mother's homemade stuffing pouring out of her roasted belly made her *moan,* reaching for her pussy as she always would have done with that sort of image.
 
"No! No more playing with yourself!" Delores hissed as she slapped her cousin's hand away. "You're food now. Girls get to play with their food. Food doesn't get to play with girls!"
 
The younger girl squeaked, sobbing and lifting one leg up onto the counter. She had to scrabble awkwardly and she slipped a bit to land -hard- on the edge of the stone countertop, mashing her cunt painfully as she scrabbled around to lay on the counter at her cousin's insistent direction.
 
"On your back." Delores ordered, expecting to be obeyed.
 
Mirabel obeyed with a hot, sobbing little whimper. "You know, you really don't have to cook me, Delores."
 
"I definitely do. You talk when you play with yourself at night." Delores whispered as she grabbed Mirabel's right ankle and lifted it up past her head.
 
"'Fuck me, Delores!' 'Snuff me, Delores!' We both know you want this, Mirabel." Delores chided as she reached over with her free hand to move Mirabel's right arm so that her bicep was in the crook of her knee and her hand wrapped around her lower calf, before quickly tying it in place, wrist to calf.
 
The teenage girl sobbed, trembling and whimpering as her wrist and ankle were quickly lashed together, biting her lip and whimpering as the posture forced her leg up and away, exposing her oh-so-hot and needy sex, surely puffy and juicy by now!
 
And oh god, feeling Delores' hands on her, as if she were nothing but meat being prepped for dinner? Her cunt *clenched* with the thought of it, and another hot sob of need and longing was forced out of her.
 
Still... A thought occurred to her, and she struggled against her locked throat to get it out.
 
"Make sure perfect Isabella doesn't get my pussy?" Mirabel whimpered.
 
There was no way Delores was going to give up *this* treat to Isabella like she'd unwillingly had to give up Mariano until Isabella had finally rejected him.
 
"Don't worry," Delores assured her cousin as she finished tying her other wrist to her other ankle. "That's all mine."
 
Mirabel couldn't close her legs, couldn't hide her young, juicy pussy, not with her shoulders in the way, but she could bring her legs down and did so to watch as Delores finished putting the twine away, and giving a startled squeak as Casita dropped a jug of cooking oil into the countertop beside her. "Dios mio!"
 
"Casita doesn't want you to burn in the oven." Delores decided, pouring some cooking oil onto her hands.
 
Mirabel whimpered, giving hot little sobbing gasps as her cousin started laving her up with oil. She had to admit that the look was a good one, her skin all shiny with the oil as Delores poured more of it over her and started working it into her.
 
She bit her lip and met her cousin's eyes, whimpering shyly as the older girl worked oil into her feet, her calves, soaking the twine with the stuff. She tried, and failed, to touch Delores when she got closer to her hands, but the older girl slapped her fingers away and continued to rub oil into her cousin's legs.
 
Mirabel was panting by the time Delores got to her thighs, sobbing in lust as her legs were coated with the sweet oil, whimpering as Delores poured more over her belly and began working it into the rest of her as well. "I, umm?"
 
"Yes?" Delores asked with her eyebrow raised at the bound and oh-so-shiny form of her cousin.
 
"I, I think you m-missed a spot..." Mirabel whimpered, biting her lip at her cousin's severe look.
 
"Oh? What spot did I miss?" Delores whispered with a grin, knowing exactly what spot she'd left for last.
 
Mirabel gulped at her cousin's knowing smile, and glanced down at her untouched hips, rump and pussy. "Um, n-nothing..."
 
She relaxed as much as the twine securing her wrists and ankles together would let her, giving soft little sighs and moans as her cousin proceeded to slather her with oil, at least her front half, panting and gasping as oil was poured over her breasts, and moaning in delight as her cousin kneaded her round, full orbs, working the oil into herself.
 
At last, though, Delores pulled away, provoking a hot, needy mewl from the splayed-open girl on top of the counter. "W-Wait, please..."
 
There was no waiting. Delores took a funnel that Casita had deposited on the counter when she wasn't looking and forced the tip into Mirabel's virgin twat.
 
"No need to wait. You're almost ready to roast, prima. Are you looking forward to it? The heat? Dying and being transformed into meat? ... Getting *exactly* what you've begged me for all these years?" Delores asked with a sultry whisper as she lifted the jug and began to pour the oil into the funnel.
 
The teenager gasped, sobbing softly as her sex was forced open, biting her lip and watching with a soft little moan as oil was slowly poured into her cunt, making her already-slick sex feel absolutely *drenched!*
 
"N-N-No...." She flushed, hot and hard, her oil-soaked nipples standing at rigid attention as she struggled to get enough breath to talk, the sheer *need* in her voice making her refusal all the more unconvincing.
 
The oil was spilling out of Mirabel's upthrust cunt lips now, leaving shiny trails of oil to flow down her mound to pool across her belly and in the junctions where her legs met her... her pussy.
 
"You look good enough to eat, now..." Delores leaned over and whispered nibbling softly on Mirabel's ear. "But there's one last thing I want to do to you, first."
 
"Wh-Wh-What...?" The sheer *force* of her cousin doing this to her just hit home. Mirabel was sobbing, panting, practically gasping as her exposed, vulnerable pussy was filled to the brim with soft, sweet cooking oil, the funnel removed and a dribble of oil rolling over her ass as Delores tossed it away and Casita caught it in a sink already brimming with soapy water.
 
"I'm going to stuff you full of tia Julieta's stuffing, then Casita is going to help me move you to the oven, and lock the door. After that? Whether you get what you truly want or not depends on Casita." Delores whispered straightening up to grab the stuffing, her smaller brown breasts bouncing distractingly in front of Mirabel's eyes.
 
The bound girl gave a hot, needy whine, sobbing softly to herself as Casita moved the jar of pre-made stuffing mix out of the closet, and over to where Delores would only have to dip down to grab it directly out of the jar. And oh god, it was her *mother's* stuffing that was going to be stuffed into her! The same thing she'd used to stuff their meals since Mirabel was a child!
 
She was, she was really, she was really doing this, wasn't she? She struggled against her simple restraints, just two pieces of basting twine, tied to each ankle, wrapped around her wrists, and securely fastened with tight knots. She was coated with oil, from her thick, fluffy hair, down to her cute dainty toes, and everything in between as well! She was practically brimming with the stuff, her raised hips and exposed sex -swimming- with oil as she gave hot little gasping whimpers.
 
While Mirabel was struck with a dazing daydream Delores grabbed a handful of stuffing and, balling her left hand into a fist, began to force it into Mirabel's oil-filled, snatch. The oil spilled out readily, coating every spot left unbasted by Delores' ministrations; but Mirabel could hardly notice past the sensation of her cousin forcing her fist inside her with no consideration of Mirabel's own pleasure.
 
"YEE!" Mirabel cut herself off, sobbing and gasping as her tight, teenage twat was forced roughly open, only the orgasm earlier and the copious amount of oil allowing Delores to pry her open and force the handful of stuffing deep, deep into her suddenly-painful sex. "G-God, D-Delores!"
 
"You're meat, Puta." Delores insisted softly as she stared into Mirabel's eyes, her fist sliding slowly into her, oil splashing out of her.
 
The teenager was gasping, her belly felt SO FULL with her cousin's fist crammed deep inside her, a fullness that seems to grow as Delores' fingers part, spreading her wider and giving an inarticulate mewl as her cunt clenches in instinctive arousal.
 
Delores let go of the stuffing, pulling her oil-drenched hand out with a wet splurt before looking over her handiwork. Mirabel glistened in the moonlight; bound on the platter like a suckling ham.
 
"Dios mio, you're a sight!" Delores whispered to herself licking her lips as she gathered the next load of stuffing.
 
The trembling teenager sobbed quietly, gasping to steady herself even as her legs trembled and shuddered under the tender invasion. She managed to lift her head, blushing, but smiling timidly as she asked, "D-Do I look good enough to eat, Cousin?"
 
"More than." Delores confirmed, spreading Mirabel's lower lips for the next round of stuffing. "I will, you know; if Casita lets you cook."
 
"W-What?" Mirabel's question was cut off with a strangled squeak as her cousin punched into her tight teen twat, more oil splurting out of her at the intrusion, though less than the first time around as the second handful of stuffing was crammed into her clenching pussy.
 
"Eat you. Your breasts. Your pussy. Maybe other parts too? I've never eaten a girl before. I don't know what's good." Delores admitted with a blush as she released the second helping of stuffing, splashing out even more cooking oil over her cousin as she reached for even more.
 
Mirabel was gasping and trembling, her legs shaking as the repeated deep fistings were pushing her towards orgasm. "G-God, I, ohhhhh!"
 
She shuddered as her pussy was teased again, then forced open by her cousin, depositing the third load of stuffing. "EEEEK! Ohgod, Delores!!"
 
Delores pulled her fist free again, but this time she reached down with her other hand and spread Mirabel open. Staring into her oil and stuffing filled sex.
 
"I've been thinking about cooking you for a while now." Delores admitted softly. "At first I tried to ignore your cries. I ignore so many other things, why not this? But you were calling *my* name. You *wanted* me to hear you. So i started listening. And thinking. And looking. Staring at you, wondering what was beneath your clothes. If your pussy was as pink inside as Mariano says mine is?"
 
Delores paused.
 
"You don't disappoint." Delores admitted.
 
Mirabel was sore, so sore! She sobbed softly, her legs trembling uncontrollably as Delores teased and held open her pussy, making the teen mewl with each additional oil-soaked glob of stuffing pressed into her sex, filling her up more and more and *more* and-
 
Ohgod, she was cumming!
 
Delores had to press her hand tight over Mirabel's pussy as the younger girl clenched and *shuddered,* her juices mixing into the stuffing as she thoroughly churned it with her spasming sex!
 
"It took a while for me to want to cook you, Mirabel. *Years.* Years of your constant masturbating and crying out every single night for me where only I could hear you. I didn't even know if I was going to do it tonight. I wasn't sure if you really... wanted to be snuffed or if it is just a fantasy? I still don't know..." Delores admitted.
 
The cumming girl shuddered and mewled incoherently, her bound legs splayed wide and rump lifted by her posture, pussy held shut by Delores' hand as Mirabel slowly stopped kneading the stuffing crammed into her pussy, sobbing and panting as she lay on the platter.
 
"Which is why I'm leaving it to Casita." Delores confessed lifting up the platter with Mirabel tied helplessly atop it. "Casita? It's time to roast this Puta."
 
Before Mirabel could even muster breath to protest, she felt the platter tilt beneath her. A multitude of musical clacks and ting-sounds came from beneath as tiles bounced and danced, and the huge oven that was only used occasionally suddenly yawned wide. She'd barely gotten enough breath to scream when it swallowed her whole, the door slamming shut and cutting off the trussed-up teenager's sobbing cries as the oven shifted her platter slightly, so her pussy was quite bare and exposed to whoever glanced in through the small viewing window.
 
Mirabel watched through the tiny window as Casita offered a chair to Delores as she turned the knob, igniting the broiler.
 
Mirabel gasped as the oven fired up, turning up at Casita's direction. She sobbed, knowing that whether she cooked or not, it was out of her hands now. It was out of Delores' hands, too, it was entirely in the hands of Casita. The same Casita that kept offering her nooses, and frying pans, and knives as she masturbated. Mirabel bit her lip, sobbing as the oven began to glow with a faint reddish light as she squirmed and writhed, with a cuntful of mother's stuffing, and her cousin watching her cook up, like some late-night snack! She wasn't even sure if she was going to survive this, and the possibility that she wouldn't was making her pussy *clench!*
 
Delores sat, legs splayed, playing with herself as she watched Mirabel squirm in the heat, starting to cook.
 
The teenager screamed as the first tongues of flame began licking around the edges of the platter, which was starting to get very hot against her bare back. She was meat now, she knew it, this was what Casita had been trying to tell her all this time! This was why she never got a power, this is what her destiny was! To be snuffed, for her cousin's pleasure, and consumption!
 
Delores whispered something, but Mirabel couldn't hear her through the glass. Delores was panting, sweating, trembling...
 
Cumming. Delores was cumming watching her die for her.
 
The oil coating her had already dried, leaving only the oil still dripping from her sex to be the first part to catch fire. Searing pain raced into her pussy and her scream was piercing, as her pussy started to *fry!*
 
Delores' eyes were rolling up, her mouth an exaggerated O, and her fingers filling her own snatch as she quietly cummed her brains out watching Mirabel roast. She was doing it! She was actually snuffing Mirabel! After years of late night begging; years of frustration and unsatisfied arousal, Mirabel was finally becoming the meat she'd begged Delores to turn her into!
 
The heat was suffocating. Mirabel had to gasp, it was getting hard to breathe, and it hurts so much as the oil on Mirabel's skin sizzled, crisping it to perfection.
 
Delores was still cumming, cumming over and over watching her cousin cook for her.
 
She could feel herself cooking, felt her twitching struggles growing more and more feeble. Even if she hadn't been tied into this lewd display, she wouldn't have been able to move for very long before Casita's oven roasted her meat until she couldn't move anyway! It was getting so hard to think, she could barely breathe, she couldn't move, and the heat only continued to mount!
 
She couldn't cum like this, her pussy was a burnt-out mass of pure agony, but even so, she couldn't begrudge Delores for finally giving her what she'd been asking for all these years.
 
Mirabel was turning a dark brown. She was cooking fast. faster than any meat Delores had ever seen prepared in this oven.
 
Magically fast.
 
The agony in her hips had subsided first to a dull ache, and then to silence. She couldn't feel her hips anymore, or the pussy between her unresponsive legs. Her legs were gone too, she couldn't feel them either. Her arms were numb, tingly, but otherwise unresponsive, and her chest heaved slower and slower, more and more shallow as she slowly lost the struggle to breath.
 
She was cooked. Gods, she was *cooked!*
 
She hoped Delores enjoyed eating her, the image of Delores finally and at last carving out her stuffed pussy making her limited breath hitch. She'd dragged her cousin into this, she only hoped that Delores loved it as much as she did...
 
"I wish I could snuff you every single night, Mirabel." Delores whispered as the light died in Mirabel's eyes as she transformed from beloved prima, to lovely meal.
 
Casita had given Mirabel what she wanted, and now, as the oven dinged and opened, Delores would reap the rewards.
 
The platter was heavy, but not as heavy as she expected, as she carried the Mirabel-roast to the table, the butcher's block and all sorts of carving knives dancing to their places beside her hand as she got the crisp-cooked girl situated for carving.
 
Delores grabbed the fork and carving knife, stabbing the fork directly into Mirabel's engorged clit. No response. Why would there be, even if Mirabel were alive, she was well and truly cooked now.
 
Delores stabbed the knife inside and carved a long oval, circling Mirabel's formerly virgin sex until it popped loose.
 
The soft puff of steam as the swollen organ, no -meat- came free smelled far more delectable than Delores had expected, filling the kitchen with the scent of sex and meat-juices, and the faint, spicy aroma of mother's stuffing, parting the plump, plush pussy slightly. The girl was so entranced by the scent and sight of Mirabel's carved cunt that she hadn't noticed Casita closing the doors and angling the shutters to admit moonlight, but prevent the scent from waking anyone else.
 
"Puta, you look good enough to eat." Delores whispered at the well-roasted cunt steak that used to be Mirabel before leaning in to take a deep, filling bite of her former-cousin's meaty lips.
 
The flavor of Mirabel, unmistakable as anything other than a well-fucked girl, exploded in her mouth like the final orgasm Mirabel had hoped for but never gotten.
 
Delores couldn't help herself, she ate every last bite.
 
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The morning sun streamed through her open window, slanting to splash across her as she woke with a soft sigh.
 
God, that had been a wonderful dream... Her pussy felt so -sore-, and, yes, she was absolutely -soaked-. Mirabel blushed and bit her lip softly as she slowly dressed, the morning sun illuminating her soft, tanned skin as she slipped into her dress, and headed downstairs.
 
"Mirabel? You're here? But Delores said you'd left the valley looking for love?" Buno asked, puzzled. He didn't know. Her fantasies hadn't started until after the Casita was rebuilt and Bruno rejoined the family.
 
The realization hit her like a thunderbolt.
 
It hadn't been a dream... Delores had actually come, taken her, trussed her, stuffed her, and she and Casita had *cooked* her last night!
 
Her eyes met Delores, realization dawning in her eyes as well as a wide, radiant smile touched Mirabel's features.
 
"I came back."
 
THE END