"emperess feast"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Monday 8th of June 2015 11:34:47 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:45:04 AM UTC


Ask and you shall receive, sushimaster.  Be kind - this is my first story....

The term breathless suddenly was completely understood by Ling.  She found herself unable to breathe, taking short shallow puffs as the hands of the Empress'
handmaidens slowly bathed her.  She felt such a whirlwind of feelings - sadness, anticipation, arousal.  This day had started like any other - at home, 
working side by side with her mother and sisters in their kitchen.  Then, there was a knock on the door, and everything changed in an instant.

A representative of the Empress stood at the door, accompanied by two soldiers holding swords as long as Ling was tall.  Ling's mother broke into tears and
fell to her knees at the sight.  

"We are here for your youngest daughter," the man said.

Ling's oldest sister ran to another part of the home and brought back their father, who looked at Ling grimly as he walked into the room.  "Ling, you must go 
with these men,"  he said.  

"Remove her clothing," the man said.  "No, no, no," her mother cried, head down, hands pounding the floor.  Ling's knees suddenly felt weak - she knew that 
could only mean one thing.  She was not being taken to the Empress' palace to serve as one of her handmaidens - she would be butchered and served as meat.  
Those girls chosen as meat were not allowed to be clothed once the notification was made; their nakedness showed acceptance of their destiny.

Ling's father paled noticably, but he spoke calmly and with only the slightest quiver in his voice.  "Mei - please take your mother in the next room.  Ling - 
you have been a good daughter and have performed all of your duties respectfully and have brought no shame to this house.  I trust you will perform this last
task with dignity and bring honor to your family."  Then he turned and followed Mei and Ling's mother out of the room.  Ling's other sister, sobbing, helped 
Ling to remove her clothes.  

Ling had never been naked in front of anyone but her sisters and mother before, and found herself blushing and humiliated at having to strip in front of the three 
strangers.  None of the three reacted in any way - to do so would have meant death.  When she was naked, her hands were tied behind her back, and a collar 
was placed around her neck.  The touch of the men's hands on her skin while she stood totally exposed made her heart pound, and a great warmth grew in her 
abdomen and down through her legs, competing with her fear.  She was led away from the house in this manner - through the town, through the gates of the 
palace, by a leash tied to the collar.  Ling kept her eyes down - she could not face the reactions of those who stared at her nakedness.  She heard 
occasional murmurs as she proceeded slowly, and knew that many eyes were on her.  The soldiers allowed her to walk at her own pace.  She felt like she was 
walking in a dream - that in a moment her mother would come through her bedroom door and berate her for sleeping so late.  At the thought of her mother, 
warm tears ran down her face.

At the palace, she was brought to a door at ground level and along the side wall of the palace.  One of the soldiers unlocked the door, and led her in.  She 
was brought down a hall to an archway that opened up into the palace kitchen.  Ling's knees buckled as she saw the kitchen - she had not yet absorbed the
reality of what was happening, and here she was already.  She looked around, at the knives on the counter, at the large steel table in the middle of the 
room, and at the abnormally long oven against one wall.  A chef was working chopping vegetables - he looked up at her and examined her critically.  She
watched the knife as it moved, and pictured it slicing through her cooked flesh.  Her heart jumped in fear, but she also felt the odd warmth between her
legs that she had felt when the soldiers brushed her bare skin.

"Not yet," one of the soldiers grumbled.  "This way."  He jerked on the leash, pulling Ling toward a staircase that led up away from the kitchen.

Ling climbed three flights of stairs, the soldiers behind her and prodding her to continue whenever her legs threatened to give way under her.  She was now
deeply shaken.  Ling had heard stories about what happened to girls who were taken to be used as meat in the Empress' kitchen.  She wondered - would her 
throat be slit and the end come quickly?  Or would she be placed in the long oven alive, to slowly roast and feel her flesh gradually give up its life, her 
arms, legs, every muscle transforming into cooked meat until her heart and lungs finally transformed and released her from the agony?  While she knew it
would be incredibly painful to roast alive, and that she should long for the slit throat, she found that she could not stop thinking about the heat
of the oven against her skin, and wondered what it would feel like to feel your own body slowly dying as the heat crept into every muscle.  Would you feel 
your blood boil?
 
At the top of the stairs, the narrow space opened up into a large room.  A large window provided a view from the back of the palace, of the walls that
separated the palace from the cliffs that plummeted to the sea below.  Ling stared out at the sea, and wondered again what fate would befall her.  She
wondered if any girl in her place had ever run to that opening and plunged through to the rocks and water below.  Ling swallowed - she remembered her 
father's final words to her.  To jump would shame her family, and result in one of her sisters taking her place.  If, instead, she behaved with dignity, her
family would be honored and would be provided for by the Empress.  She could not allow another of her sisters to be taken.

The soldiers chained her collar to a ring in the wall, untied her hands, and left.  She struggled with the pictures that went through her mind.  Ling looked
down at her naked body, and imagined the skin turning red and then brown, the muscles going numb and giving off the smell of roasted meat.  She couldn't 
imagine what it would feel like.  She suddenly felt compelled to put her fingers into the warmth between her legs, to rub the sensitive spot that she would 
often rub in her room after her sisters were asleep in order to pleasure herself.  She was surprised to find that even with the end of her life so near, and
no idea of what torments she might endure on the way to her death, she was immediately responsive to her own touch, and she felt the area grow moist.  Her
lips parted, and she let out a small moan.

"It looks like she is preparing herself for our mistress, " Ling heard from the far end of the room.  She looked to see two beautiful and scantily clad women
approaching her.  She removed her hand and held it cupped over her private area, crossing her other arm across her breasts.

"There is no need for modesty - we are here to bathe you and prepare you for the Empress to see you," the taller of the two girls said.  She removed the 
collar from Ling's neck, and guided her to a low chaise near the window.  The second girl approached with a bucket of water.  Each of the two girls took a 
sponge from the bucket, and began to wash Ling's body.  Ling felt herself grow wet between her legs again as the girls ran the warm, fragrant water over 
her naked breasts. She threw back her head and allowed the warmth to grow, until she felt her body tremble all over.

"Oh, the Empress is going to like you," the taller girl said.  "You understand, it is an honor for the Empress to choose to eat you."

"Yes," the other girl said, with a slight pout.  "She has promised she will eat us one day, but we have not yet been chosen.  But she does often allow us to 
give her pleasure."

"When will I..." Ling started to say, but she wasn't able to say the words (...be cooked?).  

"You will be presented to the Empress tonight, in her chambers.  Her chef will be there as well, to examine you and suggest how your body should be prepared.
If the Empress so desires, she may sample you tonight before you are taken to the kitchen for final preparation.  What happens from there will depend on 
what the chef and the Empress decide upon." Ling wondered what 'sample' meant - would they take a cut of her raw flesh?  Her heart jumped.

"The Empress does not regularly eat girl meat," the shorter girl added, "but when she entertains guests with a taste for it, she indulges also.  Your flesh
will become part of her and your blood mingle with the royal blood.  This is why this is considered such a great honor."

"I hope that the Empress will touch me tonight," Ling said, thinking of how it would feel to give the Empress pleasure.  She had seen her once in town
being carried in her litter by four strong men.  The Empress had pulled back the curtains and looked directly at Ling - it had given her an odd feeling in
the pit of her stomach.  Their eyes had met for a brief moment, before Ling had caught herself and looked away, but not before being stunned by the beauty
of the Empress.  Ling now was shocked by the realization that the Empress must have chosen her for her dinner at that moment.  That feeling had been her
destiny revealing itself.

The two girls dried Ling thoroughly in soft towels, and again tied her hands behind her back.  "It is time," the taller girl said.

Ling was taken through the hallways of the palace.  As they passed others in the palace, some looked at Ling but no expressions passed across their faces. 
Ling was surprised that she no longer felt uncomfortable in her nakedness - she welcomed their looks.  She felt great pride that she was about to be 
presented to the Empress.  Ling feared what followed, but hoped that she would be able to do what was asked of her well.  She even hoped that if the Empress
allowed her to give pleasure, that she might do such a good job that the Empress would decide to keep her for that task.  But even as she thought this, Ling
knew that her life would end in the kitchen below, and she again found herself picturing (wanting?) the live roasting.

They soon stood in front of two large, ornate doors.  The taller girl knocked, and a man in white clothing and a tall white hat answered the door - the chef.
Ling felt a bit faint as she realized that this man would most likely be the last man to touch her flesh while she still lived, and that he would decide how
 she would die.  He stepped back, and she saw the Empress lying naked on a large bed in the room.

"Come here," the Empress said.  The two girls who accompanied Ling to this chamber backed out and the door shut behind Ling.  Ling walked to the bed, and the
Empress looked her over slowly, from head to toes, eyes stopping at her breasts, her slight stomach.  "Turn around," the Empress said, and Ling turned so 
that the Empress could inspect her back.  The Empress took the cheeks of Ling's ass into her hands and gave them a solid squeeze.  "Good meat," she said, 
"very solid, very ample.  Turn back."  Ling complied.

The Empress reached between Ling's legs and Ling threw her head back in ecstasy.  The Empress removed her fingers and slowly licked each one.  "Tasty juices,
sweet.  Lay down on the bed on your back."

Ling lay down, her hands still tied behind her.  The Empress leaned over her private area, and gently at first, then more roughly, began to taste and lick
her as Ling found herself growing more and more frenzied in arousal.  "Oh, the flavor of you is wonderful, " the Empress cried.  Ling shook as a massive 
orgasm overcame her, and the Empress greedily drank at the juices released.  The Empress reached up, and caressed Ling's small but firm breasts, and Ling 
wriggled in delight.  "So firm, so succulent," the Empress cooed, and she placed her lips around one of Ling's nipples and bit gently into the flesh 
surrounding it.  Ling stiffened slightly, reminded of her fate.  "Don't worry, I will not bite it off until it is cooked, " the Empress laughed, gently 
licking the other nipple and causing it to harden.

"So," the Empress asked, addressing the chef, "what is your opinion?"

"I believe she would be best prepared roasted whole, stuffed and basted in a wine based sauce while roasting," the chef recommended.

"I wholeheartedly agree," said the Empress.  And turning to Ling, "thank you for providing the flesh for my dinner and that of my guests.  Your sacrifice
is appreciated, and your family will be taken care of.  I have no doubt that you will provide a delicious feast."

Ling bowed slightly.  "It is an honor," she said shakily, knowing her father would be proud.

The chef now directed Ling back to the staircase that led down to the kitchen.  Ling was placed on the stainless steel table and cleansing, both inside and 
out, was done.  Ling's eyes travelled frequently to the long oven, and she thought about spending the last minutes of her life in there.

As the chef arranged her on the roasting pan, her ankles and wrists bound, and artfully arranged a variety of vegetables around her naked body, she thought
of how she would look when presented to the guests before carving.  The chef basted her thoroughly with a combination of wine and herbs as she felt the 
beginning trembles build in her stomach and abdomen.  As she was pushed into the oven, and took her last breath of cool air, Ling's body shook in the 
last and most intense orgasm of her life.
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