Jill was left alone for an hour or so as Ms. Mason went to set up everything. She would occasionally come and tickle her for a few moments before she left to do something else. She was hungry but was still gagged. After an hour or so Ms. Mason came by and pulled off her gag. She tried to lick her lips but found that her mouth was dry. Ms. Mason told her to 'drink' and she had a rather large cup of water poured into her mouth. She drank this quickly and was then regagged with a ball gag. Considering her situation she didn't say that she was hungry if though she had some hunger pains.

She remained tied down for the rest of the day. Ms. Mason came by one time and tickled her for a good two hours then licked her belly for another hour. She gave her plenty of water but no food. She wasn't untied to go to the bathroom and finally Jill couldn't hold any more and peed in her panties. Ms. Mason came over and put a towel on the table below her bum. She groaned in her gag from being sore and stroked her hair while she gave her more water.

That night she tickled her some more before letting her delicious meal sleep. The gorgeous latina woke up the next morning feeling sore and hungry. She didn't feel like she had that much strength and cried at her situation. Ms. Mason walked over.

“Sleep well?” She asked smiling. Jill shook her head; Ms. Mason shrugged. She unsnapped the cuffs that held her down to the table. She helped Jill sit up and Jill rubbed her sore wrists. Ms. Mason grabbed her roughly and forced her to walk, basicly dragging her, to another room. Her was a large six-foot by six-foot, clear plastic container.

“Why?” Jill moaned, tired. Ms. Mason rubbed her tummy in response. She led Jill and forced her to lay down in the container. There were four cuffs on the bottom and her ankles and wrists were strapped in. Unlike the her last restraints she could actually move her wrists and ankles a few inches. Not a lot but it was something. She looked up and saw Ms. Mason leaning on the container.

“You see,” she started, “this container will soon have a hose in it. I'm going to fill up this container with flavorful juices to add some flavor to my tasty latina. You'll lay there soaking for- I don't know, probably a day. Then I'll empty the container and I'll dry you out.” She said with that evil smile. “But first.” She bent down and picked up what looked like something from a scuba shop. She stepped into the container and bent down and placed it on Jill's face. It secured onto her face, covering her nose and mouth.

“I want to eat and digest you alive Miss Bondad.” Ms. Mason said smiling. “Can't do that if you drown.” With that she walked away and put in a thick four-inch wide hose. Jill just closed her eyes as the liquid came out of it and fell onto her stomach. It started as a ticklish trickle before turning into a downpour. Within a few minuets the juice was around her breathing equipment. After ten the container was mostly filled and Jill heard the hose stop running.

She didn't have much to do. Unfortunately all she could do was think about the inevitable. She was going to be eaten and digested slowly. She knew digestion wasn't painless and she had her swallower smiling about it.

She tried desperately to escape her restraints, but even though they allowed some flexibility they still held her tight. She tried again and again but nothing gave. Finally she added salty tears to the thick soup she was being soaked in. She gave up and awaited her fate. The only good thing was at least the juices felt like a bit of a massage. Her sore and aching body would take anything it could get. It was a thick soup she was in, her hair was plastered on the bottom of the container and she could practically feel her skin soaking up the extra flavor.

It went on and on. She just laid there wondering where Ms. Mason was. She remember that that horrible woman had set up a camera and was filming all of this. She grew angry but knew there was nothing she could do. Finally after a day of soaking she heard an noise and her tired and hungry mind realized that the juices were being drained.

After a few minuets she opened her eyes and saw Miss Mason standing there. She was smiling as she released her from her cuffs. Jill had no strength to fight her or try to escape. She was docile as her old teacher slapped old fashion hand cuffs on her and with surprising strength felt herself lifted up and out of the container.

“Where to now.” Ms. Mason muttered.



Miss Mason carried Jill over to her kitchen and set her down on the counter. She didn't even bother tying her down, by now she was to weak and tired. Jill just moaned as Miss Mason came back with a box of spices.

“This will help with your flavor.” Ms. Mason said giving Jill's belly a little tickle. Jill just groaned as Ms. Mason picked up some spices and put in on her belly. She then slid her hands around her belly and made sure her midsection had a nice even spread. This caused Jill to giggle. Her arms, legs and head were likewise coated. Ms. Mason then carried her into another room were she saw a spit right next to a large fire.

“Oh, no, please no!” Jill said begging to Miss Mason.

“Come now Miss Bondad.” Ms. Mason replied. “You need to have a little heat added to you.” She said smiling. “Give you a nice brown coating- well actually you already have that, but this will help make everything blend.”

“Please!” Jill cried pleadingly as her arms were attached out in front of her like a superman pose. Her feet and knees were locked onto the spit as well. Ms. Mason did went back around and locked in her elbows. Now only clothed in her bra and panties, Jill hung from a spit with her waist hanging a bit below the rest of her secured body.

“Just some final touches.” Ms. Mason said as she pulled Jill's hair up and had her hair secured to the pole. She then to a red apple and forced it into her mouth. Jill grunted but the apple was wedged in there. “Stay warm.” Miss Mason said evily as she pushed Jill over the fire.

The heat was intense and she felt the heat wash over her sore body. Her belly hung lower and was being burned by the heat. She was forced to look forward but she could see the smoke rising up. Her body was covered in basting juices, spices and her own sweat. Some juices ran off and evaporated before it could even land in the blazing fire. Jill moaned in pain as the heat washed over her body. It felt as though she had been submerged in coals.

This went on for half an hour while Miss Mason -humming to herself- set up her table. She put on a nice white table cloth and set up a glass of wine. There was only one chair, at the end of the table. Jill grunted as Miss Mason walked back over.

“Cooking good I hope.” She said smiling. She then took the spit and started to rotate it clockwise slowly. It gave Jill's front a short reprieve as Miss Mason let her back soak up some heat. After a short while she turned her again for a few moments. The room spun around Jill and she closed her eyes as she grew dizzy.

“You are a fine piece of meat Jill.” Ms. Mason said poking Jill's side to see how she was cooking. “Lets speed things up a bit.” Ms. Mason then proceeded to lower the spit by about four or six inches. She then left Jill face down over the roaring fire. She felt the blistering fire cook her body. She gasped into her apple as the fire momentarily rose up and a small flame danced along her belly. This happened every few minuets or so and she gasped in pain each time. Tears ran from her eyes and down her cheeks only to evaporate shortly after leaving her face.

Her jaw ached but the only reprieve she got was when Ms. Mason raised the bar back up a couple of inches. Her body was being cooked and while she had a swarthy latina skin tone, it had become an even more “well done” complexion. Finally after a couple of hours Miss Mason came over and poked her in the belly a couple of times.

“It seems your done cooking. Nice and even.” She said smiling. She then pulled Jill over by the table and unhooked her. She actually had some steam rising from her and her muscles ached. Her hands and feet were tied with some edible string but they were really unneeded. Her apple was taken out though. It was the only good thing that happened to her.

“Please.” She said softly as Miss Mason sat in her chair a looked at Jill's feet. She was about to take in her smooth and pedicured feet into her mouth when she looked right at Jill.

“Miss Jill Bondad. I know that a young, healthy, youthful and innocent young girl like you shouldn't go out this way. But by now there is really no point in complaining. I mean you're cooked, I might as well eat you instead of tasty food like you going to waste.” Jill moaned.

“Please I don't want to be digested alive.” She pleaded.

“There, there it will only take a couple of days.” Miss Mason said patting Jill's leg.