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World of Vorecraft - Page 160 - "You are to be cooked in tonight's feast." - By The Nameless - Overview
You stammer incredously. "Cooked? Surely this is some sort of mistake Sir."

"No Milady, his Lordship specifically said that he wished that you were cooked to be served in this night's feast, as it has been with all concubines before you," He states without emotion, as soldiers walk in to take you away to the kitchens.

Once you arrive, the chef busies himself with preparing you. He forces you into a bent-over positon, your butt sticking into the air. He drips glaze over your back with one hand, while copping a feel of one of your sizable breasts with the other. Your protestations are cut off as he jams an apple in your mouth, silencing you. Then, he spreads your legs, and, crams stuffing into your vagina. The pain and humiliation are unbearable, but he continues despite your muffled screams. Once that orfice is full of stuffing, he repeats the process with your anus, an even more painful and embarassing process that leaves you drained physically and emotionally. With an ironic slap on your rear, he stuffs you in the oven. The heat is unbearable, and you can feel yourself cooking on the inside and the outside as your bones sizzle. You mercifully expire after an agonizing fifteen minutes.

Later, your carved body is served to the warlord himself. As he takes a slice off of what was once your left breast and chews it thoughtfully, he eyes the remaining concubines, trying to decide which he will have next year.
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