{"sf1_id":82240,"sf2_id":"pnG7Z4Kn","title":"A Roast for a Lord","author":"darkclawgreatone_nas","words":2313,"posted_at":"2009-03-31T20:32:43.000Z","tags":["Cooking","Death","Dragon","Gryphon","Kitsune","M/F","Magic","Rabbit","Slavery","Snuff"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/82240-a-roast-for-a-lord","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnG7Z4Kn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/be/52/be52fa94-391c-4da9-b20e-0fb05cd26159","description":"a young Rabbit learns what a foodslave is really used for","content":"hey everyone, im back and still trying to break my writers block. maybe this will do it, another standalone story.  \n  \n Authers note: late in this storry, youll come across mention of something called a 'solen'. this is a measure of time on planet Necrum equivilent to about two earth years  \n  \n ok, if ur not 18 or what ever the legal age to view this kind of sexual matirial is where u live, dont read any further. just turn ur computer off, back away slowy, and then run screaming and naked into the closest woods.  \n  \n A Roast for a Lord  \n  \n Tentwentyeight looked around the kitchen where her Master had sent her. The white   \n furred lapin had never been here before, but she had heard of this place from other slaves.   \n Working here was supposed to be marvellous, so much so in fact that no slave ever   \n wanted to leave. It was an odd place, for one thing it was far warmer than the slave farm   \n had been, Tentwentyeight had never felt such warmth before, being required by her   \n Master to wear nothing save the collar of ownership for the entirety of her eighteen year   \n life.  \n  \n She was just reaching out to lay a hand on the warm stone of a large oven when she   \n spotted a powerful looking Gryphon walking towards her. He wore a white smock and   \n apron over his light tan fur, his furled wings and taloned hands were a deeper brown and   \n the feathers adorning his head were almost black. What fur she could see rippled as   \n strong muscles tensed and relaxed with feline grace.  \n  \n \"You, are you the foodslave I was told to expect?\" Even his voice sounded strong! She   \n could feel a blush developing under her fur as the very male avian looked over her nude   \n form. Her large but still somehow perky breasts, her admittedly slightly plump belly and   \n bottom and her big floppy ears. She was a well-developed rabbit for her years, but had   \n never known a man's touch for some reason. \"I'm waiting for an answer girl, now speak   \n already!\" Tentwentyeight jumped a little at the reprimand and nodded.  \n  \n \"Y-y-yes sir, my Master sent me here to help prepare for the evening meal.\" The   \n Gryphon eyed her for a second, then nodded and walked away beckoning her to follow   \n him. She hurried to catch up and fell into step behind him. \"If you please sir, may I ask   \n what my new duties will be?\"  \n  \n \"First, you're going to be preparing a rub for tonight's roast, after that we'll have to see.   \n You think you can follow a simple recipe foodslave?\" The Gryphon glanced back at her   \n as she swallowed hard.  \n  \n \"I can try sir, I will do my very best.\" He nodded and turned to a large spit roasting   \n assembly while instructing Tentwentyeight in mixing the rub. It was a lot harder than she   \n thought it was going to be, the various spices and oils had to be blended in precise   \n amounts and in an exact order. It took her almost an hour to get everything the way the   \n Gryphon cook wanted, and then she was kept busy tending the fires for the massive soup   \n pots as well as getting a large fire ready for the big roasting spits. The smells were   \n wonderful and she felt so good knowing that she had helped in preparing a fine meal that   \n would please her Master. All too soon, it was time to start the roasting of the main   \n course.  \n  \n \"Well girl, you've been most helpful in the preparations. The Master will be well pleased   \n I'm sure, you should receive a small reward I think...\" The Gryphon held a small cake   \n out to her with smile. Tentwentyeight was thrilled, she had done well! Her Master   \n would be pleased with her and she was even getting a nice reward for her effort. Smiling   \n back at the larger Gryphon, she took the cake from his hand and bit into it with relish, her   \n mouth exploding with the sweet flavours of the cake's filling. It tasted delicious, and she   \n was sorry that the cake was so small, two more bites and it was gone. Still, if this is what   \n happened when a foodslave did good work then she would very much enjoy her time here   \n in the big kitchens.  \n  \n She was starting to feel a little odd, no doubt due to the heat of the ovens, but she looked   \n for a place to sit down before noticing how the Gryphon seemed to be watching her   \n intently. Almost as if he were waiting for something. Tentwentyeight staggered as her   \n legs suddenly seemed to give from under her. She clutched at one of the preparation   \n counters in an effort to stay on her feet, but she still collapsed heavily on to her rear as the   \n Gryphon started towards her. Her arms and legs felt almost as if they had become wet   \n noodles as he picked her up and placed her on the very counter she had been leaning   \n against. There were a pair of block at one end of this counter and the Gryphon deftly   \n placed her head between them before retrieving the sharpened metal spit he had been   \n working with before.  \n  \n \"I always enjoy seeing you foodslaves like this, completely helpless in the grip of Lord   \n Darkus' little magic cakes. Don't worry though little rabbit, you won't be left like this   \n for long, a few hours at most. I would like to thank you again though, without your help,   \n I would never have gotten your spice rub done in time on top of everything else I have to   \n do before the feast tonight.\" Tentwentyeight stared at him as she struggled to move. It   \n could not be true, what her mind told her simply could not be true! Surly he was not   \n about to cook her! She had been a good slave; she had obeyed every order given to her!   \n The Gryphon chuckled as he caught sight of her eyes, he was moving the large, thick   \n steel spit into position, the sharpened point a bare inch from the entrance to her   \n womanhood. \"Confused are you? Well, you shouldn't be, foodslaves are good for one   \n thing and one thing only, food. So relax, find joy in the fact that you will be giving your   \n Master strength. Oh, and don't worry, your not going to die at all, either from being   \n spitted or cooked, Lord Darkus prefers his meals live you see. That cake I gave you was   \n filled with a potion that not only makes you completely helpless, it also keeps you alive   \n while you're being cooked and eaten.\" The Gryphon chuckled darkly and gave a   \n practiced push to the spit, driving it into her pussy and immediately encountering her   \n virginity.   \n  \n Another shove brought with it searing pain unlike anything the young rabbit had ever felt   \n before, the cold steel bursting through her hymen and cervix in one clean motion. She   \n could feel the spit traveling up into her womb, but could do nothing to stop her tormenter   \n or the pain that coursed through her body. She felt new pain building inside her as the   \n spit reached the back of her womb, but the Gryphon showed no signs of stopping and   \n gave another shove to the spit, driving it though her body with all the passion of one   \n stepping on an insect. Soon she felt the pain travel from her belly to her chest, and not   \n long afterward she felt the thing coming up her throat. The Gryphon forced her mouth   \n open before giving one more shove to drive the dripping, blood soaked spit out through   \n her open mouth. He gave a few more shoves to centre her on the pole before lashing her   \n into place and flipping her over to tie her arms behind her back.  \n  \n \"Well, you look almost good enough to eat right now rabbit, but I have to admit, seeing   \n you all bound and spitted like that has made me very horny, time to add my trademarked   \n secret ingredient I think.\" Tentewentyeight immediately felt something hard pressing   \n against her tailhole and tried to cry out around the pole in her mouth, but found she could   \n hardly even breathe as the Gryphon pressed his large cock into her, filling her tailhole   \n with a rod just as large and hard as the steel one filling her pussy. The pain was   \n incredible as he forced his cock deep into her ass without even the benefit of lube as he   \n began thrusting. She just closed her eyes and prayed that it would be over soon, trying to   \n ignore the burning pain in her ass, and trying even harder to block out the sick sense of   \n pleasure that was developing as well. The Gryphon finally screeched as he came deep in   \n her ass, filling her guts to almost overflowing with his seed and pulling out roughly   \n before hefting both her and the spit to the rotating assembly and locking her in over the   \n roasting fire she herself had prepared!  \n  \n As she started to slowly spin over the open fire, the Gryphon removed her collar and   \n began to cover her body in the spice rub she had prepared earlier, seeming to take a cruel   \n delight in tweaking her breasts on each of her rotations. As such, it took him perhaps   \n fifteen minuets to completely cover her young flesh in the rub. The worst part though   \n was that she could \\*feel\\* herself cooking, the fire was very hot and almost burned her as   \n she turned over again, but the skill of the Gryphon kept that from happening so she could   \n not even hope that the meal she would make might somehow be ruined. The load of cum   \n in her ass quickly solidified, turning into an uncomfortable plug, but that still felt nicer   \n than being cooked alive and knowing that she would live through this only to be   \n devoured by her Master later!  \n  \n Tentwentyeight was cooking for almost six hours before the Gryphon came for her again.   \n The smell of her roasted flesh was both disgusting to her and at the same time wonderful.   \n There was no doubt that she had been cooked to perfection and would make a delicious   \n meal for her Master. She was soon on a serving platter with some lettuce and other   \n greens and on her way, piping hot, to the Great Hall. Since the platter was covered, she   \n didn't get much of a chance to see anything of interest, but that all changed when the   \n cover was lifted and she found herself before her Master.  \n  \n Lord Darkus was wearing his state robes and had a fowl expression on his face. The   \n dragon glanced to his left at a female Kitsune who was also wearing state robes. Clearly   \n this was a formal dinner, meant to impress the heads of whichever Races her Master had   \n invited. Tentwentyeight's attention was promptly drawn by what her Master was saying   \n to the Kitsune.  \n  \n \"Honestly my Lady, my offer is quite generous and offers little, if any, risk to both sides.   \n I'm certain that with a little bit of prodding, the other Council Members will agree to the   \n terms of the bill, the foodslave industry is showing great promise and will generate much   \n needed employment in the solens to come. The entire planet is welcome to visit any of   \n the farms and observe how both Breeders and Foods are treated.\"  \n  \n \"And how do we know this isn't just another excuse for you to experiment on the   \n Breeders, hmmn? Or another grab for power among those Races that require large   \n quantities of meat, such as my own? Quite frankly Lord Darkus, I find quite a bit suspect   \n in this endeavour of yours, foodslaves have been the sole right of the Dragons for so   \n many solens and only now that others are becoming desperate do you open them for all.\"  \n  \n \"Not at all Lady Forest Bloom, that is one of the reasons I invited you here tonight, this   \n roast is in fact a foodslave grown just for today, try her for yourself, I think you will find   \n that she is indeed quite tasty, and while I admit that my head chef is a Gryphon of no   \n small skill, no cook is better than his ingredients. The foodslaves of Farm Ten are   \n perhaps the juiciest of meats available, and number twenty-eight here is by far the best   \n they have produced to date.\"  \n  \n The rabbit wanted to close her eyes, but all her muscles had turned to meat and wouldn't   \n respond. She was forced to live through her body being sliced into juicy potions that   \n were transferred to plates and devoured. She learned a great deal during dinner though,   \n like how her head could be magically preserved and used to grow a new body, or placed   \n in one of the Artefact Warriors her Master already shipped all over Necrum to serve as   \n guards or invincible soldiers for spearheading an army. In her case, her head would be   \n encased in crystal and made over into a Seeing Stone, a device that was also widely   \n coveted on Necrum, but one only the wealthy could afford. She also learned that she had   \n been born that very morning and aged magically on special order from her Master. That   \n hurt even more than the cooking, or anything else. Everything she had thought true had   \n been a lie! Now with most of her body eaten, and the scraps going to various house   \n slaves, Tentwentyeight resigned herself to her Master, until she could find a way out and   \n punish the dragon for all his cruelty. Someday she would get him back for this,   \n someday...  \n  \n  \n well, this was a hard one, and i hope all of you enjoyed it. send my your comments and tell me what you think. and please look at and comment on my other works here on Yiffstar"}