I was excited to go home for thanksgiving this year. I missed my family so much. I am at my house packing my bags, making sure I have everything I will need. I realize that I need to run to the store really quick. When I arrive home I notice a strange car parked in my drive way. I got a weird feeling as I got out of my car and approached the random ass car. I looked inside the window to see if anyone was inside. There were no door panels on the door or door handles. The car looked well kept. I walked to my front door and noticed it was cracked open.
“Hello?” Bam! I fell on my face. As my eyes rolled to the back of my head I went unconscious. I can hear what’s going on around me but my body is not responsive for some odd reason. I hear the car driving, and the man next to me mumbling. He sounds like he is talking to me. “Oh baby I am so hard, I have wanted you for so long.” “Oh baby you feel so wet, you want me to don’t you, you little whore?” My eyes start to open and I can see everything now. Lights are making my vision blurred but I can make out stuff.
There is a table with thanksgiving decorations. There are side dishes; corn, mashed potatoes, bread, green beans, and a huge silver plate in the middle with nothing on it. It must be a big turkey that goes on the platter. The man gets on the floor next to me and licks my cheek. “Some rosemary and salt will do you good.” I look at him puzzled. My hands are tied up and so are my ankles.
He rips my clothes off of my body. He starts touching my smooth kissed by the sun skin. “Mm so soft.” He takes his fingers and puts them in my mouth, my saliva makes his fingers wet. He runs his sausage fingers down my chest, my belly, and unto my pussy. He feels inside of my cunt. “You are going to be so tender and delicious.” He gets a pole and puts me on my tummy.
He slides the stick in between the rope where my hands meet and my ankles. He picks me up and carries me to the back yard. There is a huge fire and a table full of ingredients and a baster. He puts me on the table and begins to rub seasoning all over my body. He puts an apple in my mouth and starts shooting juice and onions and fruit up my pussy. It finally connects in my head, I am his center piece turkey.
He puts my body over the fire, begging to roast my flesh. I can’t yell and in a matter of fact I am starting to choke on my saliva. “That’s right honey, keep those juices inside. We want to make you moist and savory.” Tears run down my face as I try to plead with my eyes. “Don’t worry I am very thankful for you.”
He has been one of my favorite accomplices for a long time. We share the same taste for young flesh, We derive the same pleasure from torturing little things. Helpless things, We both love to make them cry and scream and then we enjoy the glazed, far away look that glosses over in their eyes when they finally disconnect and accept that the end is near and the pain isn’t going to go away. I never knew he was holding out on me and found out his secret by accident. It seems he keeps a couple of breeding whores in his basement. They aren’t good for anything but fucking and spitting out little money bags. He has beat them and abused them to the point that if they ever were beautiful, there is no evidence of that now. The little heathens that they spit out fetch a fine price on the black market and he has a hefty little racket going on. Once in a while he will keep a male and have some fun but not often. What a wicked boy to keep such a secret….
