"halloween treats by Uri"
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Created on: Tuesday 7th of November 2017 04:29:47 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:17:18 AM UTC


Anastasia waved goodbye to the group of trick or treaters, who had collected their due candy from her, left the porch. Some, taking the three stone step, descended one at a time, while others did the same in one switch jump. Returning to their caretakers of parents some of whom promptly checked the collected award of candy for threats of nuts, soy, or other threats of allergic triggers. Others older siblings, too unable to care, as they busied themselves with their glowing phones.
Closing the door, Anastasia sighed and looked at the near empty bowl in her hands. No more than a few hours ago it was over flowing with an assortment of sweets and sugary goodies, only to now be left with a roll of bubble gum, two fireballs, and a bubblegum flavored lollipop.
She took the lollipop for herself, unwrapped it and popped the pink ball of sugar into her mouth. Any stragglers would have to leave disappointed, as Anastasia no longer had the rewards to be given after answering her door. To be honest she was happy to be ridden of all the store bought costume wearing children. She could remember back when Halloween was all about being creative and having fun, bringing to life your own scary monster. Now it was all cheep stuff bought at the local store by lazy parents.
No matter, Anastasia had gotten her share of this year's chea p store bought celebration. Walking into the kitchen she turned and opened the door to the walk in pantry. Oh and what a share it was.
Inside w ere four girls, all bound and gagged. Two were no older t ha n 13, one dressed like Mario, the other like Luigi from that Wii game that her granddaughter so often played.
The third was most likely 15 or older, she was dressed in a very tight Captain America suit, maybe a one size too small.
T he fo u rth was definitely i n her late teens, early 20s, and the only one in a semi original costume, if you could call it that. She was dressed as Ivy from some cartoon Anastasia couldn't remember, wearing a green top, that only held in her large lustrous breast and green short shorts. She would be next to naked if it wasn't for all the plastic leafs wrapped around her body.
This Halloween was one of Anastasia's best yet. Normally shed be lucky if she could grab one person, as there were always so many people around it would be hard not being seen or, as was the case, unable to properly cast a spell to bewitch them all. Anastasia, You see, came from a long line of witches, but she herself wasn't exactly the best at her craft.
The most Anastasia could ever hope to hypnotize was five people, while her sweet old mother was able to do 10 times that amount! She got luck y this year as these four were split apart from any larger groups. It was easy to cast the spell need ed to take control of their bodies and walk ed t hem all inside without so much as a peep!
She looked over her prized catches, licking her lips at who to cook up for tonight's dinner! The two younger girls did their best to hug each other, even with their arms bound behind their backs. They looked tasty , but Anastasia wanted to save them for later and get 'em a bit more plump.
The Ivy woman was pushing herself as far back into the panty as possible, shaking her head in disbelief at what was happening. Possibly, she did have a set of breasts that would cook up very nicely in the oven or on a spit over a log fire. That butt too! O h y es ! She would taste wonderfully. No … She would be better served at the family reunion next week.
That left the Capt ain America girl, with the skin tight suit, it left very little to the imagination as to what was underneath. Small budding breast, and a well rounded butt were very visible though the suit. All in all she was a very succulent looking piece of meat, but if there was one thing that made her stand out the most, it's her long thick thighs. The girl would defi ni t e ly have enough meat to feed Anastasia, her daughter and granddaughter when they got back.
Picking the meal to be up off from the floor, she led the meat out into the kitchen. Almost immediately, the girl began to struggle and tried to break out of Anastasia's grip. Not wanting to deal with a fight, Anastasia waved her hand in front of the girl's face, casting a spell over her. At once, the girl sto p ped struggling and sat motionless, her eyes growing wide.
Nodding, she commanded "Stand up straight," the girl did as she was told, all the while her eyes darted around as if trying to find the answer to why her body was moving on its own. Happy, Anastasia cut the rope binding the girl's arms, "Remove your cloths." Without question, the girl reached for the zipper pull behind her back, and with the tips of her middle and four th finger tugged on the small metal tab.
With one swift motion, the zipper was pulled from the back of her neck all the way down to the top of her butt. The two folds of the costume rolling over exposing the girl's tanned toned back. Then, with both arms, she grabbed it by the collar in the front and pulls it down. Her small breasts jiggled as the suit was pulled down and away from her body. Anastasia couldn't help but compare the sight to a piece of candy unwrapping itself.
After she finished pulling the suit off each arm, she started sliding i t down her long slender body . Anastasia laughed, as the costume squeezed over the girls waist , it quickly became apparent the girl wasn't wearing any panties!
"Oh-ho-ho, girl, it's almost a shame to cook you up."
If the girl’s already wide eyes could get any bigger, they did upon hearing her fate, "Oh ! Where are my manners? I forgot to remove your gag."
Though she did mention it , Anastasia didn't make a move to remove the girl's gag ti ll she had finished stripping tossing the costume in a small crumpled pile off to the side. Reaching around , she undid the girls gag and step ped back t o look over her meat.
"You're not really going to cook me are you?" Asked the girl sheepishly.
"Of course I am dear, why else do you think I'd captured you?"
"Please, I don't want to be food, I'll taste terrible."
"Nonsense dearie~, you will make an excellent meal ."
The girl started to tear up, "Now now, don't cry. You'll get your meat all salty."
With a wave of her hand , the kit chen su ddenly sprung to life. A large pan removed itself from one of the kitchen cupboard s and floating out onto the table. Herbs, spices, and a variety of other seasonings, all flew out and sorted themselves on the table next to the pan along with a large glass bowl . Without prompting they started being poured into the bowl, a wooden spoon stirring the contents.
"N ow, go ahead and get in the pan! "
The girl did as she was told and climbed up onto the table, before kneeling in the pan. Nodding in approval , Anastasia walked over to a shelf covered in books. Looking over the titles, she found the one she was looking for. Grabbing a book called, "A Witches’ Cook Book," to look and see what might be the best way to cook the other girl at the family reunion.
For a few minutes , the only sound s to be heard w ere the clinking of the wooden spoon off the glass bowl, and the occasional flapping of pages as Anastasia read over some exciting recipes. There was Hog girl roast, girl kabob, crock-pot girl … M aybe she'll even use the two younger girls to make stir fried girls. She was just about to make a decision when the spoon hovered just behind the book.
Using one finger she scrapped a portion of the glaze off the spoon, and then stuck it in her mouth , sampling it . She smiled and looked up at the girl, "Go a head and cover yourself in that glaze for me . M ake sure to coat every inch of yourself !"
The girl tried to resist, but her body ignored its owner and did what the witch ordered. Leaning over and grabbing the bowl with both hands, the girl lifted it up and poured the contents over her chest and head. The glaze dripped down the girl's body like syrup, making her tanned skin shimmer in the kitchen light.
"Oh look at me, I'm batting a thousand, I forgot about your hair!" With another flick of her finger, the girl's hair began wrapping itself into a neat bun. The girl now did little to resist, and just did her best to enjoy the situation… O ddly the glaze felt really good on her skin, even taking a bit of guilty pleasure every time her hands passed over her petite breasts, or between her legs.
It wasn't long before the girl was slick, shiny, and thoroughly covered in the sweat smelling glaze, "That should be enough, dear. Go ahead and lay back in the pan." Oddly disappointed the girl did as she was told and laid back.
"Good girl, now then," With another flick of her wrist, a spool of cooking twine and scissors jumped out of a draw and began unraveling. The cord was cut into four strings, that then began tying themselves to the girl elbows and knees, locking them in their bent positions.
At the same time, an assortment of vegetables was pulled out of the kitchen fridge, upon which they started being chopped with a knife, before being laid in the pan around the girl, seemingly by an un-seeable person. The girl just watched helplessly, as the kitchen danced around her, wishing she could just go back to rubbing the glaze back into her skin.
"Now, then how about we get the finishing touches done and get you into the oven. It should be," there was a loud beep, "and it finished preheating!" Holding an apple in front of the girl's face , the witch said, "Now be a good girl and say "aw~." The girl did as she was told and sure enough the moment her lips were wide enough; Anastasia thrust the apple hard into her mouth, lodging the red fruit between the girl ’ s teeth.
Next, the witch pulled out a very large carrot, "Now you may feel a bit of discomfort. Ah, not like it matters really." Lining it up, before pushing it into the girls butt, causing the meat to squeal. Whether in pleasure or pain , she didn't know, but the witch paid it no mind.
With another wave of her hand, season ing s shakers started hopping above the girl, freeing their contents onto the meat. "Ah, I really am just too excited, I forgot to ask you your name. No matter, “Dinner”, will be good enough. Now into the oven!" Without warning, the pan was propelled into the air with an invisible force and slowly glided toward the mouth of the oven.
There, it waited, its hungry metal jaws held open by the Anastasia. Ready to eat the girl and cook her into a delicious meal for the witch and her family. There was a weird sense of delight that washed over the girl. Her heart racing, feeling the intense heat even from a good distance away.
No, no she didn't want to be meat, but didn't she? It was a wonderful feeling to k now ones place in the world, knowing that she was going to be food. Slowly, the oven swallowed the pan, girl meat in tow. No- no it wasn't! She was a girl not some pig to be cooked and eaten! This wasn't- With that the oven door slammed shut. Sealing the girl's fate, no matter how she truly felt about it.
Sighing and after setting a timer, Anastasia turned around and got to work cleaning up. As for work it consisted of a wave of her arm, sending all the herbs and spices to fly back to their homes in the kitchen cupboards, the dishes to start washing themselves in the sink, and a rag to wipe off the table.
Humming to herself she began setting the table, with another flick of her wrist. Plates, forks, knives, napkins, cups, all began sorting themselves on the kitchen table for herself and two guests. Almost as soon as the last plate had settled, the door bell range and Anastasia could hear the door opening.
A voice called out, "Mom, you home?" along with a second voice, "Grandma!"
"I'm in the kitchen," replied the witch.
A second later two people emerged rounded the corner to the hallway. It was Anastasia's daughter, Angelica, a woman in her mid-thirties and her granddaughter, Alice , a teenager who wore a witch’s costume . It was almost mandatory for the first names of every girl to starts with an A in their family . A silly little tradition, but one the family upheld generation after generation.
"Oh, smells like you got something cooking. Caught something this year?" Asked Angelica.
"Yes, this year I had a great catch! I even got enough meat to bring to the family reunion, come take a look!" Boasted Angelica, a very large smile plastered on her face, all the while motion for her daughter to take a look in the pantry.
Alice walked around the kitchen table and looked in the window of the oven door, while her mother went to inspect her grandma's catch. Inside the oven the girl meat squirmed and she thrust her hips up and down with what little leverage she had. Her skin sparked a sun-burnt tan, beads of sweat and juices dripped down her sides and into the base of the pan.
The girl wiggled her fingers and toes not noticing she was being watched. It was hard to tell with the apple in the way, but to Alice the look on the girls face made it seem like she was enjoying herself in there.
The little witch licked her lips, as she inspected the meat. Her thick long thighs were going to be delicious. Alice just continued to watch, enjoying the show her food was putting on. After a while she heard her mother's voice, "Alice, a watch pot never boils."
"That's fine by me," replied Alice, "so long as it puts on a fun show like this one." She heard her mother chuckle as she walked over to see for herself. Inside she saw how the girl w iggle d, causing her small breast s t o jiggle with every downward thrust of her hips. "Wow, she is putting on a show. I can't wait to see how she tastes!"
Together, mother and daughter watched their food cook, giggling at how it seemed to be enjoying itself. A while later a buzzer went off, "Since your over here, do you mind deal with that, Angelica?" Called her mother.
"Sure," Angelica called back, and without a word or a sign of moment the oven door opened, and the pan with the roasting girl slide out. The sudden rush of cold air broke the girl's concentration and she looked up. She knew that both of them were going to be enjoying eating her meat later, but she didn't care. All she wanted as to go back into the oven and keep cooking. The lustrous heat was so exhilarating and just felt so good she didn't care anymore.
She didn't care if it meant being food, in fact it made it all the more thrilling, she wanted to feel the heat cooking her meat, and like the meat she was, begged through the apple to go back into the oven.
"Look mom, I think she wants to go back in!" Laughed Alice.
"I see, well, don't worry, you'll be cooking again soon enough." The broth that had accumulated in the base of the pan rose up and started slathering itself all over the meat girl's body. She moaned as the warm broth soaked into her dried skin, serving only to heighten the girl’s arousal.
When it was time to go back into the oven, she was slowly pushed back in . She wiggled from excitement, giddily giggling, and very horny. The metal mouth of the oven once again closing her in with a loud clang.
Two more times this was done, once more by Angelica, the other by Alice, who, after her mother and grandmother left the room took the opportunity to play with her food. Licking and sucking on the meat-girl's very sensitive nipples , getting a very early taste of the luscious meat . Alice marveled at the flavor , savoring how the glaze, herbs, and the girl's own juices had mixed together to make such an exquisite taste. Alice couldn't wait to s ink her teeth into the meat, and even had to resist the urge , not before withdrawing , giving to the tender nipples a farewell kiss.
As one more fun game before releasing the meat to continue cooking, she explored the meat girl's lower lips. Finding them very soft and wet; most likely from self basting. With an evil grin, Alice flicked her fingers up and threw the girls pussy and watched with delightful satisfaction as she sent a termer of pure bliss threw her food.
Licking her fingers clean of the juice that they had just gathered and waving with the other hand; she watched as the mind-broken meal was pushed back once more by Alice's invisible magical force into the comforting heat of the oven.
An hour later the meat was removed from the oven. Steam wafted up and around the golden brown skin of the meat, that now laid motionless in the pan. Only about a half hour ago, Alice had watched as a spasm so large that the girl back bowed out, her toes curled, her finger's clenched, and her eyes rolled up into her head.
She had held that position for a good 30 seconds only occasionally jerk, before slumping back into the pan. Trembling only three more times before being motionless and her skin started to take on a golden appearance compared to the sun-burnt tan it was before. Alice smiled removed her hands from her pants and stood.
After having played with her food; she herself had gotten a little jealous of how good the meat was feeling and started having a bit of her own fun. An odd longing to trade places buried in Alice's mind.
Now that the food was done cooking it was time to finish setting the table. The meat was put off to the side to cool as Alice busied herself. Once she was done, she called to the others stating that dinner was ready.
Within moments the two other women emerged to find dinner ready and waiting. Mashed potatoes, corn, the left over broth from the pan, and finally all the roasted vegetables, all in their own separate bowls, spaced around the table. In the center of it was the roasted girl meat, now on a large oval plate still with its elbows and knees tied in twine. Thanking Alice for finishing cooking and setting the table, the three women sat down at the table.
That night, all three wondered with how delicious the meat was, how it seemed to melt in their mouths. At how the vegetables that were in the pan had soaked up some of the broth giving them an unique flavor. Even the broth, just by itself or mixed with the mashed potatoes or corn, was amazing. Angelica couldn't help compliment her mother on this fine catch of girl meat before diving back in for seconds. Same with Alice, who was almost in a race with her mother for the choice cuts!
Happy, and proud of herself, Anastasia beamed and joined in on the race, hoping that her other three stocks of girl meat were just as good as "Dinner" her e.