Barbecue delivery

Barbecue Delivery

Original: LR
Spokesperson: Apple

Janet and Marianne were drinking coffee by the kitchen window when they saw the Barbecue Delivery truck
. The driver opened the side door, and a young woman got out,
completely naked except for a pair of rope sandals and a thick blue plastic choker that looked like it was made of blue plastic around her slender neck. She
hurried across the sidewalk carrying a white cardboard box with a plastic handle, and puffs of breath were clearly visible from her lips.

“Oh, it’s already 9 o’clock?” Janet asked as she stood up, the doorbell ringing.

“No, it’s 9:20,” Marianne replied, “She’s late.”

The truck drove away as they opened the front door. The trembling, naked girl had short black hair, an attractive
, cat-like face, and green eyes. Her full genitals were shaved clean, a yellow tag
tightly fastened to her pink labia. The ladies got goosebumps at the sight of her smooth, white limbs.

“Ms. Janet…” the girl asked. “I’m Ka…Carrie, from the barbecue delivery service. Are you planning
to eat me today, or would you like me to be chilled…frozen here?”

“Oh! Yes, come in, dear,” Janet said, pulling the girl’s soft hand inside
. “This is my sister-in-law, Marian.”

“Ha, hello,” the girl said.

“Let’s see how this one is?” She strode into the kitchen, placed the box on the table, and turned around, crossing her
smooth arms. Next to two short, plump middle-aged women in t-shirts and jeans, the naked young
body looked incredibly delicious and alluring. She had shiny, milky-white skin and long, slender legs; perfectly sized,
soft breasts stood erect on her chest; her buttocks, thighs, and hips were full and smooth—overall, a perfect
girl, the only flaw being a small scar running from her navel to her celiac plexus in the middle of her stomach.

“My God, darling!” said Marian. “You look so beautiful…”

“Delicious, I know,” the girl said impatiently. “Delicious, sweet, mouthwatering,
or whatever. I look like I should taste good, of course.” The two ladies held
hands in front of her, nodding blankly.

“Would you like to touch the flesh?” Carrie said.

“Yes…” Janet answered with an uneasy chuckle, while Marian blushed.

The girl shook her head and looked up at the ceiling. “I’m livestock, for consumption!” Carrie laughed. “If
you want to do it but don’t want me to see, you can hang me up there first. Come on, so I can get to work
!” She stretched out her arms.

The two ladies eagerly pounced on the creamy young flesh, squeezing the arms, thighs, breasts, and belly and
the muscles around them, testing their firmness, and commenting in soft voices. The pink nipples
hardened , and the breasts gently exuded fragrance. On Carrie’s curvaceous buttocks was a triangular “
Grill Delivery” logo. Marian pinched the soft flesh of the girl's vulva, feeling a sticky fluid flow onto her palm.

"Thank you so much for liking me," Carrie gasped, "but shouldn't you start preparing dinner sooner?
You know, I need to bake for seven hours."

"Oh, my God!" Marian cried, "No, darling, I didn't know!" The ladies rushed into
the kitchen in a panic, ready to cook the girl.

"Oh, my God!" Janet said, "We have to put you in the oven, darling, come here, to the pan
!"

Marian and Janet bent over, dragging the huge pan from the cupboard to the floor with a loud thud
.

"Ladies, ladies!" Carrie laughed, taking off her sandals. "Listen, you don't have to do anything
, okay? Just sit and rest while I get my ingredients before I begin." Naked, she walked to the oven
and set it to 40-50 degrees.

Janet and Marian exchanged uneasy glances, then sat down in kitchen chairs to watch. Carrie opened the box
and placed its contents on the table. The white cardboard box had the BBQ Delivery logo on both sides. It contained a clean
BBQ wrap, a square wire mesh with handles on each side, a large garbage
bag for the discarded parts of the girl, a bottle of sweet BBQ Girl seasoning, a meat thermometer, an illustrated guidebook on "How to Use BBQ Delivery Girl," and finally, a large plastic tube
containing BBQ Delivery's pre-mixed traditional herb filler . "Look, everything I need is here," Carrie said. "No saw!" Marian exclaimed. "Our old one is gone, and we need a saw!" "Why do we need a saw?" the girl asked. "To cut off your head, of course!" Janet replied irritably. "Why else?" "When was the last time you cooked a girl?" Carrie asked with a laugh. “I think it’s been five years since we’ve used fire.” “The last time we cooked a girl, ah,” Marian thought, “was probably ten years ago.” “Our nephew ordered barbecue delivery for us,” Janet said, “I’m afraid we’ve never heard of you .” “Well, I have fire-retardant gel in my hair,” the girl replied, “you can leave my head here, since my hair won’t burn, okay?” The ladies touched Carrie’s short hair, stiffened by the fire-retardant gel. “What a good idea,” Janet said. “Isn’t it?” Carrie said. She placed a square wire mesh on the cutting board between the sink and the stove, and spread barbecue wrap on the mesh. “I think it would be best to have a knife ready,” Janet said, “we need to clean your entrails and get you clean, dear.” “Madam,” Carrie frowned and scoffed, “Barbecue delivery means—I’m ready to be cooked at any time, okay?” She stood before them, one hand on her buttocks, highlighting a row of seams . “This morning, the factory removed my stomach, my spleen, my gallbladder, and some other things I don’t know ,” she explained. “Everything except my liver, kidneys, and some small intestine. Of course, to ensure…”

"The meat quality is such that livestock can't be anesthetized, so I was unconscious twice."

The ladies gasped, exchanging surprised glances. Carrie continued her preparations, placing the stuffing tube, meat
thermometer, and the girl's condiment jar by the sink.

"Good heavens!" Marian said, "Why are you still alive, darling?"

"Because they'll give the girl an IV after cleaning," Carrie replied, "so I probably
won't die until the afternoon."

As she climbed onto the cutting board, the girl gave them a mischievous smile. "But I'll be
half-cooked before then, won't I?" she said in a cheerful voice.

"You will, darling," Janet replied, laughing gently.

Kneeling on the board, Carrie glanced at the instructions. "Okay," she muttered, "first the thermometer..." She picked
up the meat thermometer, pointed the sharp tip at her creamy thigh, and let it point towards her buttocks. "You'll be putting me in the oven, so you'll need this," she said. "I'll be cooked

when it reaches three hundred degrees ." Making a face, the naked girl inserted the tip of the thermometer into the firm flesh of her thigh, parallel to the bone. "Ouch!
" Marian exclaimed, watching with amusement. "You really are yourself, darling!" When Carrie first inserted the eight-inch thermometer two inches into her flesh, bright red blood trickled down her soft leg. "Ah, yes!" the girl gasped and smiled. Sweat glistened on her smooth, white skin as she wiped her forehead with her forearm. Closing her eyes, she lowered her chin resolutely, and the beautiful naked body inserted the thermometer another inch into her thigh. "Do you need a little help, just a little?" Janet asked. "You know, it's entertainment for us!" she stood up. "Can you two stop talking?" Carrie pleaded, grinning painfully. "Let me do this, okay?" The girl's chest heaved, her beautiful breasts swaying gently with each breath. "No problem," Janet replied, returning to her chair and smiling at the girl. "I think we 'll both make a good impression." "Well, thank you," Carrie said silently. She bent her thighs, gripping the thermometer's dial tightly in both hands, continuing to push the tip inch by inch into her creamy flesh, two lines of blood flowing faster. "You...look..." Carrie murmured, "The barbecue delivery...only...two inches more...can deliver ...completely self-prepared...grilled meat!" "That's it, darling!" Marian reassured her. "One more push." Trembling, sweating, the beautiful naked woman gritted her teeth, gripped the thermometer, and began her final effort. "This...should...work!" The girl cried. She lay down, smiling wearily, breathing heavily. The thermometer rod was buried deep in Carrie's beautiful thighs, the dial pressed silently against her smooth, bleeding skin, tears and sweat glistening beneath her eyes. "My God, darling," Marian said, "I feel uncomfortable just sitting here watching you do all the work ." After glancing at the instructions, Carrie picked up the filler tube, the coiled tubing coiled at its end. The girl removed the plastic cap from the tubing, revealing a sharp, cone-shaped tip with small holes. "Hey!" the girl exclaimed, "I think it hurts more than the thermometer!" "Why didn't they fill you in before you were delivered?" Marian asked. "Because some people like to fill you in according to their own recipes," the beautiful naked woman replied, "The barbecue delivery factory does a lot of the preparation work, but the girl has to do the rest herself. " She held the tip of the tube in one hand, while the other hand searched her stomach for the correct spot to insert it. Then she pressed the sharp tip against the soft, hairless skin of her abdomen. " Don't you want to use your own packing before I begin?" "Our nephew told us not to do anything," Janet said. "Okay, of course, of course, let's do it," Carrie said with another charming smile. The girl gritted her teeth, gripped the tip of the tube tightly, and forced it into her stomach. The steel tip pierced the skin and muscle, sliding deep into her abdominal cavity. "Here..." Carrie groaned. She was clearly in extreme pain, but she began to squeeze the packing tube and roll it up from the bottom. It looked like hard . "I won't ask if we can pack you." “Janet said with a smile. As she continued working, Carrie took a deep breath and managed a smile. “Very good,” the girl said, “now you’ll know…how…to sit and watch…the next girl…” She suddenly cried out in a painful spasm , and the ladies heard the thick paste sizzling as it entered the animal’s body. Because Carrie had been stuffing her belly for several minutes, Janet went to the bathroom, and Marianne went out to set the table for the dinner party. “Now for the fun part,” the girl said, pulling out the steel tip sharply, blood flowing down her skin like a stream. The uncooked stuffing swelled her belly, and Carrie leaned forward, supporting herself on one elbow, inserting the tube of stuffing into her vagina. She breathed rhythmically as she struggled to empty the tube. When she was done, the plastic tube was almost empty, and the stuffing slowly seeped out of her virgin vagina. “Now, we must help with this part!” “Janet chuckled. The two ladies came over enthusiastically and pushed the oozing stuffing back into her wet vagina. “I know you want to!” Carrie said, and they both laughed. The naked girl struggled to sit up and smeared the girl’s sauce on her shoulders, arms, and thighs. She began to spread it on her soft skin, and the ladies naturally helped her. The sauce felt wonderful against the smooth , silky flesh of the girl. “You look finally ready!” Marian said. “The oven is hot enough, shall we put you in?” “One more thing,” Carrie replied gently. Her voice was weak, but she still gave a mischievous , charming smile. “Aren’t you curious about this big plastic collar?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s right,” Janet said. “I think it might be some kind of numbering device.”

“Or for restraint,” Marian guessed.

“No, something else,” Carrie said with a soft laugh, a
flicker of pain across her lovely, gaunt face. Slowly, the naked body, ready for the barbecue, began to contract, bringing her milky-white thighs together
beneath her body as she knelt in the center of the barbecue wrap.

“When the collar is done, you unlock it and remove it,” she said, “then you pull up the barbecue
wrap to cover me, seal it, and pull up the handle of the wire mesh to put me in the oven. If you’re unsure, you can check the cooking
instructions.”

Carrie inserted a clean plastic tube into the slot of the blue collar. She brought her chin close to her knees, curling her body
into a ball, and flung one end of the tube into the sink.

“Do you have any questions for me before I die?” she asked.

The ladies looked at each other. “Oh no, dear,” Janet said kindly, “you did a superb job
, and you look absolutely delicious.”

“Thank you,” Carrie said. “I hope I taste good, and I also hope you'll
call the next girl from the barbecue delivery.”

Finally, smiling, she turned the small switch on the collar to the left, and the thick collar slowly began to work. The naked
girl placed her smooth arms on her chest and lowered her head.

Janet and Marianne gasped. Bright red blood flowed from the clean plastic tube, and
a small, battery-powered pump inside the collar steadily drained the girl's blood through the tube.

A few seconds later, Carrie's lovely eyes slowly closed, her soft, naked body trembled for a moment, and
then fell silent.

A little later, the last drop of blood dripped from the plastic tube, the pump stopped working, and the collar loosened.

When she pulled out the short pin that had removed the collar, Janet saw only a small wound on the girl's neck.

The two ladies remembered that a normal teenage girl was very heavy. They gripped the handles of the wire mesh tightly, but the barbecue
was easily lifted off the counter.

After several panting shoves, they managed to shove the roast meat, its backside facing forward, into their oven and close
the door.

“My goodness!” Marian said wearily, leaning against the counter. “We simply couldn’t get
the girl ready in time if we were alone.”

“I agree,” Janet said, putting the empty stuffing tube into a garbage bag.

“The idea of a fast-food barbecue is brilliant!”

The ladies sat back down at the table with their cookies and coffee.

The girl’s lovely face was pressed against the center of the glass oven door, her eyes closed, her soft lips slightly
parted.

“It’s the best way to prepare her,” Marian exclaimed.

“Besides her, we’ll also have to make potatoes,” Janet replied.

“Haha,” Marian said, “I wonder if they can even peel themselves!”

Then they all laughed.

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