Jessica’s Christmas Feast

Jessica’s Christmas Feast
The Sequel

Story: #36
Copyright ©2005
Written: December 25 2005
A story By: KaosAngel
Proofed by: Piasa_Troll
Please send any comments about this story to (purekaosangel@yahoo.com)
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Jessica sat at the kitchen table bits of girl bacon left over from breakfast dribbling from her mouth, not sure if she had heard her mother correctly over the clang on the oven door being slammed shut with Lina inside to begin her cooking, had her mother just said what she thought she said?, “What did you tell her?” Jessica asked already knowing the answer before her mother could tell her.

“I told her since they were giving us their only daughter to roast for thanks giving its only fair that we give them ours to roast for Christmas” came the reply Jessica feared, she had heard her mother correctly, turning to leave the kitchen her mother went into the living room leaving Jessica at the table with new thoughts of escape and survival.

Jessica had just dodged a big bullet or in this case roasting pan having quickly found a replacement turkey-girl for her mother to roast for Thanksgiving by the name of Lina who was at this moment cooking away in the large oven two feet away, standing from the table Jessica followed her mother to the living room and stopped in her tracks, staring at the television Jessica could see that her mother had turned on the dolcett thanksgiving parade.

It was float after float of girls dressed of turkey’s dancing, several floats showing naked girls in mock roasting positions and then came the last float with good old saint nick in his yuletide red suit with white trim sitting in a large red chair waving to the crowed, next to him on the float was a blazing fire with a spit roasting young girl over the fire, she was already beautifully golden brown, indicating she had been roasting for some time already it was clear that she was already dead from the impalement of the spit and the heat of the fire.

Jessica tearing her eye’s from the screen directed her attention to her mother sitting on the couch and she walked over and sat down next to her, “Mom I don’t want to die, you know that!” she said trying to cover the fear in her voice, “Every young girl die’s eventually, especially at your age, you 18 you cant live forever” was her mothers reply who didn’t even bother to move her eye’s from the television to look at her daughter.

“I know that but why me?” Jessica asked, “Because I am your mother and I said so, your going now I don’t want to her anymore of this” she said sternly looking Jessica in the eye’s for the first time since leaving the kitchen, “Ok, do you at least know what kind of roast they are planning so I know what to expect?” she asked trying to get more information without making her mother madder then she already was.

Her mother looked toward the television the image of Santa sitting next to the spit roasting girl and nodded, “A spit roast” she said looking black to her daughter who now wore a shocked face, Jessica felt like she was about to throw up like she often did during school when her spiting class teacher would demonstrate proper spiting technique using her fellow class mates as spitee’s by choosing one of the girls at random, Jessica had managed to survive the selection each time by hiding in the back behind bigger more delectable young girls or by feigning sickness and asking to be excused to see the nurse, although this had worked for her every time she had to watch many of her best friends spited before her eye’s. Those chosen to be the live demonstration in spiting class were cooked up and served to the school for lunch along with the normal day’s lunch-girls.

Jessica didn’t have any bigger more delectable girls to hide behind this time nor did she think her mother would fall for any of her old school tricks, no if she was going to survive roasting age she was going to have to come up with some other way to get out of being a Christmas meal for people she hates, for people she hates I am referring to anyone who would want to roast her for dinner. Which is in fact almost everyone?

Realizing her argument was lost Jessica decided not to anger her mother any further and left the living room to return to her bedroom and wait for dinner formally Lina to be ready to eat, she knew that if she could not come up with a way to escape the spit that she was now destined for someone would soon be wondering when her delicious flesh would be done roasting so they can gorge themselves, like she was now doing with thoughts of how Lina will taste in a few hours.

Several hours later Jessica’s mother had called up from the kitchen, “Jess dear, dinner is ready, come on down” Jessica came down from her room and took up her normal place at the dining room table with the shocked stairs of her mother and father as they looked on at her nude form presenting itself for their eye’s, the clear sign of a meat-girl readying herself for harvest day, “What’s this?” her mother said, “Why are you naked?” her father added, “Well I figured if your giving me to Mrs.