Katie's Last Moments

Katie swallowed, feeling a flutter in her belly. Her heart began to beat faster as she wondered if this was the moment she'd been fantasizing about. "Does..." she began cautiously, "does that mean you want to eat me up?"

The young man smiled more widely, and licked his lips slowly, showing large teeth just right for gobbling up a pretty young girl like her. He led her away to his house, and into his kitchen.

A big cooking pot was there, big enough for Katie to take a bath in. She looked at it, knowing it would be the last bath she would ever take; a very, very hot bath. She would never see her friends again, she would never be kissed, and she would never have sex. Her body trembling, she took off all her clothes, and discarded them on the floor. The young man picked them up, put them around the pot, and lit them on fire. Her bra and sweater and socks all burned up, lighting the wood, and the water began to warm. Katie stood naked, blushing, and shaking before the cookpot, watching her clothes burn, and knew there was no turning back.

The young man kept Katie's panties and stuffed them in a drawer full of the panties of all the other young girls he'd had for dinner. Once, he had managed to lure a cute little twelve year old girl to his kitchen. Her panties had been pink, with hearts all over them. She had smelled fresh and clean, and her girlish scent still lingered on the panties. He remembered how adorable her flushed, panting face had looked as the water slowly came to a boil, and how tender and sweet her meat had been.

"You can get in the pot, now," said the young man.

Katie was only sixteen years old, with short blonde hair, and a compact little body with plenty of meat on it. She climbed into the pot and sank down in the water amongst the potatoes and carrots, feeling the water grow warmer and warmer. The water caressed her naked flesh, and she wondered what she would taste like when the young man took his first bite of her tender meat. Her heart was pounding hard in her ears, her pulse rising with the increasing temperature of the steaming water, and her breathing came hard and ragged. The water got hotter and hotter, and Katie began to find it hard to keep her head above the steaming girl-broth, the heat making her drowsier by the second. Her heart went pitter-pat as she realized it wouldn't be long before she cooked to death. Through the hot, drowsy haze, she smelled a delicious aroma, and knew she was smelling herself. She hardly noticed as her head slipped into the bubbling stew, and her lungs filled with hot girl-broth.

Soon the water boiled, and Katie was cooked into a stew. She was very tasty.