Megan Burke elbowed her sister when she caught her once again glaring daggers at the girl giving another lecture to Uncle Mac about the ISIS situation.
“I’m going to say something,” Kay hissed, glaring at the younger girl.
“Don’t,” Megan admonished. “You’ll just set her off. Trust me.”
“How do you put up with that shit?” Kay asked, giving a pitying look to her younger sister.
Megan shrugged. It wasn’t easy. But she was dating the ignorant girl’s father, and she really liked this one, no matter how much of a stupid cunt he’d raised.
“Why is she even here?” Kay went on. “How old is she? Shouldn’t she have a boyfriend, or at least be with her mother for the holiday?”
Megan laughed. “She’s twenty, but who’s going to date that? And her mother wants nothing to do with her, for good reason.”
“I dunno, I can imagine dating that. Or at least fucking her. That body won’t quit. Too bad she’s such a fucking moron,” Kay said, eying up the girl.
Megan shoved her older sister playfully. “Ew, gross. Don’t do that, she might be your niece one day. Or step niece, I guess.”
Kay raised an eyebrow. “Things going that well with Kyle?”
“I don’t know. Honestly, I think things would be going better if she hadn’t dropped out of school and moved back in with us. But, regardless of how she’s turning out, he’s trying to be a good dad, and I like that.”
“But at some point you have to throw in the towel and start fresh?” Kay asked.
“I didn’t say that,” Megan said, blushing. “But yeah. She’s hopeless.”
Kay tossed back her glass of wine, never taking her eyes of her potential step niece. She could over hear snippets of her righteous indignation over topics ranging from the refugee situation to Marijuana legalization to the Redskins name debacle. It was clear she thought all of Megan and Kay’s family’s were complete idiots for not sharing her oh-so-educated opinions on everything, and she had no problem telling anyone that she thought they were idiots.
Kay managed to avoid the younger woman for most of the afternoon, and it wasn’t until their mother was brining the Thanksgiving turkey to the table that Alyssa went too far.
“Slaughtering and eating a turkey on Thanksgiving is a barbaric culture passed down by savages. I was thankful that we live in a culture that has moved beyond such primitive and cruel practices, but I guess I was wrong.”
The entire room went silent and everyone turned and stared. Alyssa had refused to take a seat and was standing, arms crossed across her well-endowed chest; giving Kay’s mother a judgmental glare she set the turkey down at the table.
“Come on, Alyssa, just sit down. No one is making you eat it.”
“You don’t have any vegan options?” she asked, making a point to drag the chair out from the table with as much noise as possible.
“I’ve got mashed potatoes and green beans…” Momma Burke offered.
Alyssa glanced at the food, turning her nose up. “It was cooked in the same kitchen you desecrated that poor defenseless animal in. I guess I just won’t eat.”
Momma Burke looked crestfallen. Kay was gripping the edge of the tablecloth so hard her knuckles had turned white, but after a look from her sister, she bit her tongue, and didn’t say anything. Momma Burke said a quick blessing, and the family dug in, all except Alyssa, who watched everyone with contempt, sipping on her water. There was a hushed, awkward silence for the first few minutes, but the family quickly moved past it, soon enjoying the holiday like they did every year.
Megan found Kay after the meal, washing dishes. “Thanks for not saying anything.”
“I don’t know how I didn’t. To come into someone else’s house, and get mad because they don’t share your stupid self induced food restrictions. It’s not even like she’s allergic. She’s just a little, self entitled bitch.”
“Yeah, well, you probably won’t have to put up with her again until Christmas.”
“Wait, you’re leaving now? I thought you wanted mom to spend some time getting to know Kyle?"
Megan shrugged apologetically. “I did, but Alyssa wants to go, and I feel guilty subjecting everyone to her.”
Kay finished rinsing off the last plate, and turned to her younger sister. “Look, you’re going to owe me big for this, but I can take her home and you and Kyle can stay here with mom.”
“What? You can’t do that. I don’t want you to leave.”
“We see each other enough. Mom’s getting up there, she’ll be thrilled to get to know your man. Besides, I’ve got a migraine coming on. I was thinking of sticking around for another hour or so and then making an excuse to duck out, but this works out.”
Megan grabbed Kay in a fierce hug. “You’re the best sis. Try not to kill her.”
“No promises.”
“You know, you really out to try giving up meat. It’s so much healthier. I get all the proteins I need from legumes and quinoa.”
Kay had lied to her sister about the migraine, but Alyssa was starting to give her one for real. She had been going on nonstop since before they had even left a half hour ago. Kay glanced in her rear view mirror. The sun had set and the long stretch of country road was empty in both directions. Kay yanked the wheel of her old Ford Explorer hard to the right, the big vehicle swerving.
“What the fuck was that?” Alyssa asked.
“Felt like the back tire,” Kay said flatly. She pulled over onto the shoulder. “You got a light on your phone?” she asked as she got out.
“Yeah.” Alyssa got out on the passenger side, taking out her phone. “You know, this might be a good opportunity for you to get a new car. The gas mileage on this thing is terrible, and you’re just destroying the environment driving it around.”
Kay reached into her purse, grabbing the cloth and bottle she kept in there for emergencies just like this one. With practiced ease, she opened the lid of the bottle, and poured the contents onto the waiting cloth before closing the bottle back up. She walked around the front of the Explorer, coming up behind Alyssa as the girl was looking at the tire with her phone’s flashlight.
“A lot of people bitch about the hybrid because mmmph!” Kay cut her off mid sentence, clamping the damp rag over the distracted girl’s mouth and nose. Alyssa dropped her phone in surprise, and quickly reached up to try and grab Kay’s hands, but she’d already inhaled a large does of the sleep inducing fumes, and her grip was weak as she tried to pull Kay off of her.
“That’s right, insult my car, see where that gets you,” Kay said, easily keeping the younger woman from freeing herself. As she pulled Alyssa’s hands down away from her face, she couldn’t help but cop a feel of the girl’s breasts through her tight turtleneck. Alyssa gasped in surprise as she was fondled, and the sudden intake of the chloroform fumes was enough to put her over the edge into unconsciousness. Kay held the cloth over her mouth and nose for a moment longer as the girl went limp in her arms; her muffled protests quieting down completely, before she dragged her back to the passenger seat and roughly deposited her in the seat. She went back to where Alyssa had dropped her phone, and stomped on the device, breaking it, before kicking it into the bushes on the side of the road. Then she got back into the drivers seat, and continued driving.
She was cold. Not just cold, but freezing. It was the first thing Alyssa noticed as she woke up. It was pitch black, and she was shivering so hard it had woken her up from her little nap. She tried to move, but found she was on her knees in a fetal position, with her arms squeezed between her legs, her wrists attached to her ankles somehow. The tops of her feet, her knees, and her forehead were pressed down on the coldest surface she had ever felt, while her body was constricted in some sort of mesh that dug into her naked skin. And she was very naked; she could feel the cold air on every exposed inch of her skin. Even with her breasts squashed uncomfortably against the backs of her arms in the position she was in, she could feel her nipples, stiff from the cold, poking into the backs of her triceps.
She tried to voice her discomfort, to call out in discomfort and pain, but something hard and smooth was jammed into her mouth. She tried moving around, and rolled into something not far from her side with a thump. Whatever she was locked in, it wasn’t much bigger than she was in her current, rather compact, form.
There was a scraping sound above her, and a second later she was blinded by light and she felt a rush of warm air across her back.
Kay stood over the freezer chest, staring down at the naked girl wrapped up like a piece of deli meat shivering inside. Kay herself was completely nude save for the apron she wore covering her surprisingly firm and toned body. The front of the apron said “If you can’t stand the heat, get naked in the kitchen,” a slogan Kay was evidently a firm believer in.
“Well look who’s finally awake,” Kay said. She grabbed ahold of the mesh wrapped around Alyssa, and with surprising strength hauled the ball tied girl up out of the cooler and deposited her on a steel tray on a wheeled cart she had positioned next to the freezer.
Alyssa's goose bump covered skin was cold to the touch, bulging through the openings in the mesh netting. Kay rolled the helpless package onto her side, adjusting her back to the middle of the tray before rolling her the rest of the way onto her back.
"Let's get you thawed out and cleaned up," Kay said. The girl mumbled unintelligibly into the red ball gag plugging her mouth, staring up at Kay, her wide eyes filled with terror and confusion.
"You're probably wondering what's happening to you." Kay began to push the cart, wheeling her helpless captive over to a stainless steel washbasin large enough for her to put Alyssa in. "I'm sure you'll figure it soon enough. Suffice to say, I'm teaching you a valuable lesson."
Kay turned on the faucet, a jet of water spurting from a long nozzle affixed above the sink. She let the water warm up, grabbing a pair of shears. Alyssa blubbered in protest as Kay held the sharp utensil over her, shaking her head, but to her relief Kay only cut the mesh covering her body. As she was released, her skin was crisscrossed with red, angry lines across her naked skin. She tried to straighten out, only to find that her wrists and ankles were still tied together.
She was still trying to loosen her bonds when Kay turned nozzle on her, spraying her with steaming hot water. Against her cold body, the water burned, and she screamed into her gag, thrashing about as much as her bonds would allow. Kay held her down, making sure to thoroughly rinse every inch of her body. And Kay was very thorough about seeing to every inch of her. Alyssa squealed as Kay held up her arms and legs, leaving her pussy and ass exposed and vulnerable to the spray of hot water. She blushed and writhed as Kay parted her lower lips, inserting the nozzle into her vagina.
"Gotta make sure you're clean inside and out." Kay removed the nozzle from the helpless girl's vagina, and then moved the nozzle down to Alyssa's puckered asshole, jamming it inside. Alyssa screamed as the hot water flowed into her, tearing through her insides and leaving her feeling cramped and bloated, and anything but clean.
Kay pulled the nozzle out, letting Alyssa expel the filthy enema. Alyssa sobbed as Kay rinsed her off, spraying the dirty water towards the drain, before repeating the process three more times until the water coming out of her was as clear as it was going in. Kay gave her one last rinse, and shut the water off. Alyssa, who was finally warmed up after her stint in the freezer, shivered as the last of the warm water flowed down the drain, leaving her naked and wet in the cool air.
"I'll tell you a secret," Kay told the shivering girl. She pleaded around the ball gag, but Kay ignored her, grunting with exertion as she hauled her out of the tub and deposited her back onto the tray atop the cart. "I'm not a huge fan of eating turkey either," she continued. She pulled out a set of thick black elastic bands. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not agreeing with any of that crap you spouted. I don't give a shit about murdering animals, but turkey is a dry, tasteless meat. But the tradition, the pageantry, all the sides, the preparation, I love that." Kay slipped two of the bands over Alyssa's knees, drawing them up her legs until her ankles and thighs were securely fused together. Alyssa grunted, testing her new bonds as Kay untied her ankles, finding no give in the tight elastic. “But I would never presume to decide that my tastes were superior to any else’s, and would certainly never berate someone who had slaved away in the kitchen all day to make food for some little ingrate like yourself.” Kay repeated the process on her elbows, quickly securing her wrists to her upper arms before untying her wrists. Alyssa was now secured only by the four elastic straps, but they turned her limbs into useless appendages, and her attempts to even roll over were easily thwarted by Kay gently pushing her back onto her back. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere,” she chided her.
Alyssa fumed into her gag, spit bubbling out around the thick ball wedged in between her teeth.
“And the gag stays in. Those turkeys you love so much don’t get to protest when they’re being prepared as food, and neither do you.”
Alyssa stopped trying to talk, but her breathing began to quicken as she started to piece together Kay’s plans for her, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her generous breasts no longer hidden beneath her arms.
“Now, I’m of the school of thought that it’s not cooking if you don’t use a little wine.” Kay grabbed a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and a turkey baster from the counter. She ripped the cork out with her teeth, and after taking a swig straight from the bottle, she stuck the tip of the baster into the bottle, and filled the baster with wine.
Alyssa watched apprehensively as Kay approached her with the loaded turkey baster. “Spread your legs,” Kay told her, standing at the foot of the tray. Alyssa reflexively clamped her legs shut. Kay merely sighed and pulled her legs apart. Frog tied on her back as she was, her resistance was ultimately useless as Kay pried her legs apart. The girl bucked and squirmed as she felt the tip of the turkey baster poking at her ass. Her sphincter was already weakened from the vigorous cleaning she’d received, and Kay had no problems jamming the turkey baster up inside the helpless girl.
Alyssa sucked in her breath, sobbing as the cold wine suddenly flooded into her. It was not nearly as violent a violation as the hot water had been; with much less liquid at a much slower velocity, but it was accompanied by a strange tingling. At first she thought maybe she hadn’t had time to process the tingling during the enema, but as she began to feel a little lightheaded, she realized she was buzzed. The alcohol was being absorbed into her bloodstream without being processed by her liver. She’d read that somewhere, that alcohol absorbed rectally got you much drunker much faster than imbibing it. As her vision began to blur she realized that she was very drunk. She barely even noticed Kay finally removing the turkey baster from her ass, and was too drunk to even mount any sort of resistance as she felt something else being shoved up her backdoor.
Kay smiled as she shoved a large carrot up the now very drunk girl’s ass, leaving just a bit of the orange head peeking out between the girl’s cheeks and the green stem. “Now one more thing to do before we get to the really fun part."
Alyssa’s head lolled to the side, trying to focus on her captor as she returned to the side of her tray, brandishing something shiny. She fought to focus her burry vision on the object in Kay’s hands.
“It’s a meat tenderizer,” Kay explained, twirling the small, sliver metal mallet. Small, dull spikes protruded from the hammer’s head, and Kay gave it an experimental whack across the palm of her own hand.
Alyssa’s drunk brain couldn’t quite process what Kay’s intentions with the hammer were, but the sudden pain in her right breasts cut through the drunken fog in her brain, and she howled into her gag as Kay brought the meat tenderizer down on her unprotected boob. Tiny red imprints of the hammer’s teeth were left on her soft flesh, and she wiggled her arms and flailed her legs about in an attempt to block the next blow. Her reactions were still slow, and any time she brought her stunted arms across her breasts, Kay merely struck the unprotected sides, and when she moved her arms to protect the sides, she merely moved back to her front.
Kay continued until the helpless girl’s entire chest was red, and the girl had stopped but all the faintest attempts to protect herself. “See, nice and tender,” she said, grabbing a handful of hot flesh, jiggling it. Alyssa could only moan. Kay then flipped her over, running her hand along Alyssa’s bubble butt. The stem of the carrot wiggled cutely as she squirmed against Kay’s touch. She spanked the perfect ass in front of her, the flesh rippling outward from the strike like water, and a perfect red handprint appeared immediately. “That ass seems pretty tender already, but better safe than sorry,” Kay said, twirling the meat tenderizer before bringing it down on Alyssa’s ass.
Alyssa could only shriek and moan into her gag, droll spilling out freely from around the rubber sphere and pooling below her face as her ass was beat red with the meat tenderizer.
Finally Kay let up, and Alyssa was flipped back over onto her back, her ass screaming with renewed pain as she rested her weight back on her tender butt.
“I know that was rough,” Kay said, her voice filled with fake pity as she noticed the girl was openly crying. “You’ll like the next part, I promise.”
Alyssa wasn’t so sure. She was still pretty drunk, which was actually helping her deal with the pain, but the pain also had a sobering effect, and she was thinking more clearly. She doubted very much she would like any part of what her demented captor had planned for her.
It seemed her fears were confirmed as Kay retrieved the turkey baster again, and Alyssa began protesting into her gag.
“Hold on a second,” Kay told her, reaching behind her head and unfastening the ball gag. It came out with a pop, and Alyssa immediately began pleading.
“Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this. I won’t judge people anymore, I promise.”
“Oh, sweetie, I know you won’t. Now open wide for me.” Kay grabbed the girl by the cheeks, squeezing on her jaws with her strong fingers, forcing Alyssa to open her mouth wider than she thought possible. Kay produced a large red apple, wedging it into the girl’s wide-open mouth. She got it halfway in, and the let go of Alyssa’s cheeks, letting her bite into the firm fruit. She even pushed her jaws shut a little bit further into the apple, ensuring that Alyssa was unable to spit it out. “Just like a little piggy at a luau,” she said, pinching the girl’s tender nipple. Alyssa screamed in pain, but the noise was muffled by apple, and more importantly, the fruit stayed firmly lodged in her mouth.
“And now for the glaze.” Kay picked back up the baster and a bottle of honey. She flicked open the top of the honey, and began squeezing it over Alyssa’s nude body.
The cool gel felt surprisingly good over her sore breasts, and Kay did pay special attention to her chest and crotch. Squeezing the last few drops of honey out, Kay tossed the empty bottle away and began to rub the honey across the girl’s body. Compared to earlier, her touch was gentle and soft, and Alyssa couldn’t help but to respond as Kay worked the sticky sweet goo into her skin. She messaged with one hand, using the baster to pick up whatever spilled off of her body and reapply.
Alyssa closed her eyes, moaning softly with pleasure, still too drunk to even try to fight it. Kay messaged her entire body with skillful fingers, rubbing the honey all over.
Alyssa’s eyes snapped open and her eyes went wide as she felt Kay’s tongue probing around her pussy. Kay looked up the nude girl’s body, meeting her gaze, grinning. “And now to get the special ingredient,” she said, licking honey from her lips.
One of her hands continued to message Alyssa’s breasts, paying special attention to her erect nipples. Alyssa felt first one and then two sticky fingers penetrate her love hole, while Kay’ pointer and pinky grazed lightly over her labia. Kay found her engorged clitoris with her tongue, flicking at the sensitive organ before she nipped at it playfully.
Alyssa threw her head back, screaming into the apple. Kay knew her way around a woman’s body, in a way Alyssa hadn’t even known was possible. Guys and even a few girls had given her orgasms before, but nothing like this. She was squirting for the first time, something she had believed was possibly a myth, certainly not something she was capable of.
Kay continued to play with her with one hand, the other finding the turkey baster. She began to suck up Alyssa’s love juices from the bottom of the tray, and squirted them all over Alyssa’s body, basting her in her own juices. Alyssa could smell herself, mixing with the sweet aroma of the honey as she was coated in a glaze of her own cum. Something about that really hit her buttons, and she was revving up for another orgasm.
Kay noticed, and put away the baster and dropped her head between Alyssa’s legs again. It didn’t take her long to have the girl cumin like a fountain, even more than the first time. She basted her with her juices again, and gave her three more orgasms in rapid succession before she was finally satisfied.
Alyssa lay with her head back and eyes closed, panting, grateful that it seemed Kay was done with her. They had been great, but she wasn’t sure she could take another.
“Now for the stuffing,” Kay announced. Alyssa looked up to see her captor holding a bowl of stuffing, as well as another strange object, one that didn’t look like it had any place in the kitchen. It looked familiar, and she realized with horror that the last place she had seen the pronged apparatus was at her gynecologist. It was a speculum.
She shook her head, whining into the apple she still couldn’t seem to spit out, despite biting incredibly hard into it as she was brought to earth shattering climaxes.
“Can’t have Thanksgiving without stuffing. It’s my mom’s recipe; you really should have tried some at dinner.” She knelt between Alyssa’s legs, inserting the speculum into her vagina and cranking the device open, leaving her vagina gaping and inviting for the stuffing Kay began spooning in. Alyssa squirmed, trying to adjust to the warm, soft, lumpy mass was crammed into her. She looked down her glistening body as Kay finally removed the speculum. The stuffing was oozing out of her as her vagina clamped back down on its foreign invader.
“Normally, you’re supposed to preheat the oven, but I wanted you to have a few more minutes to really think about the irony of your situation.” Kay was moving her again, wheeling her around the kitchen. Alyssa looked up to see she was being pushed in front a large black glass door. Kay pulled the door down, exposing the interior of a giant oven.
Alyssa renewed her struggles, screaming in protest into the gagging apple. She was helpless to prevent Kay from sliding the whole tray into the waiting maw of the oven.
“If you had just eaten some god damn turkey, I probably wouldn’t be eating you,” Kay shouted at her before bringing up the oven door closing her inside.
Alyssa looked around frantically still thinking that this had to be some sort of joke, a prank pulled on her by this psychotic bitch. The coiled wires above began to glow red, an oppressive heat coming off them. She began to sweat, the glaze coating her entire body heating up. She screamed and screamed, but the apple held, and the oven kept getting hotter.