Kidnapped With Friends

When my friends and I go to the beach, if they’re tanning, I’ll usually spend my time swimming. I’d love to tan with them, but my skin just doesn’t cook right in the sun, getting burnt too easily. I’ve tried lying there with sunblock and chatting with them, but then I just get jealous that they can tan and I can’t. It’d be nice to be able to tan, not just for that cooked look, but also because it’s the closest thing a person can safely do to getting cooked alive. Being cooked up is a secret fetish of mine that I don’t dare to tell anyone about, not even my boyfriend. I’ll never do it, of course, but thinking about it just gets me so hot.

This time at the beach, as usual, Jessie, Steph and Megan are renewing their tans while I’m in the water. I swim for a while. There are plenty of other swimmers to hang out with in the water. After a while, I decide to go check on my friends. Staring at their abandoned towels, I start to think about where they could have gone off to. I notice another shadow approaching mine on the sand. Expecting my friends, I turn and begin to ask “Where’d you three-“.

My question is cut short as a piece of cloth is shoved in my face by some guy I’ve never met. My reactionary gasp only seals my fate as I barely hear him ask “Hey, does this rag smell like chloroform to you?”

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I wake up on the stone floor of a small, dimly lit room with only a door. I immediately recognize Steph and Megan, the only other two in the room. They’re completely naked, a stark contrast between their tanned skin and where their bikinis blocked the sun’s light. Realizing my nudity in front of my friends, I cover myself the best I can with my hands. “She’s awake!”, Megan exclaims, looking at Steph and pointing at me.

“Did Jess get away?”, I ask.

They both look down and shake their heads at my question. “They got her when they got us.”, Steph adds, “We hoped that you’d at least avoid getting caught since you were swimming.”

“Any idea where she is?”

Steph shakes her head again with a worried look on her face. “None. We woke up here, and she’s not with us.”

“Any idea where here is?”

Megan walks up to the door and tries to look between it and it’s frame. “Probably some sort of sex-slave selling place. God I hope cops bust in here or something.”

Steph is a bit more optimistic about our fate. “We might not be for sale. Maybe they’ll just… Uhh… Play with us for a bit, and then let us go.”

I walk closer to Steph. “They wouldn’t ‘just let us go’. Even if all they wanted was sex, they’d kill us afterward to keep us from going to the police.”

Steph’s eyes go wide. “What are we gonna do? What CAN we do?”

I walk around Megan to the door and fail to turn the knob. I look at the knob, trying to think of any other options we might have. When the knob starts to turn on it’s own, I back up against the far wall of the room. Two of our captors stand across from me. Something smells good. I doubt it’s what they’re holding though. No one brings their best food for prisoners. Three plates of meat, pre-cut into bites. No utensils to eat with. One of the men stands silently in the doorway as the other hands each of us a plate. Reluctantly, I pop a bite into my mouth. It’s surprisingly good. I don’t recognize the taste.

Megan looks at her plate dejectedly. “Do… Umm… Do you have any vegetables?”

The guy who handed her the plate looks at her like she’s got two heads. “Maybe. Why the fuck does it matter?”

“I’m, umm… A vegan. I don’t eat meat.”

The guys both laugh at her. “That’s what you’re getting. Either eat it, or eat nothing.” They continue to stand there, watching us, as Megan very reluctantly takes a bite and starts eating.

Meanwhile, I’ve been popping the pieces of meat into my mouth one after the other. This is the best meat I’ve ever tasted. If I manage to get out of here, I’ll definitely need to snag the recipe on the way out if possible. I finish off the plate fairly quickly. “Umm… Do you have any more?”

The guy who passed out the plates of food takes my plate back. “What?”

“It was really good, whatever it was. Unlike anything I’ve tasted before. Would I be able to have more?”

“Maybe. I dunno. It’s not just up to me. I’ll ask around when these two are finished.” I look and notice that Steph is sitting in the far corner with half of her meat left, and Megan is still chewing on her first bite, right next to one of the guys. “I’m surprised you liked it so much. The guy looks at me with a sadistic smile.

I pause for a few seconds and just look at him. Was the secret ingredient poison or something? What could be wrong with it? Finally, I slowly ask, “Why? What is it?”

“We spit-roasted your friend out back. And I agree. She IS delicious.”

Megan stops her hand, halfway from putting a second bite in her mouth, putting it back down on the plate. “What?! We’re eating JESS!?”

“Sure. Whatever her name was. She’s just meat now.”

“She was our friend! I’m not eating another bite!”

I reach my hand towards Megan. “…I’ll take it then.”

Megan looks at me with Horror in her eyes. “This is JESS!”

“It WAS Jess. I’d rather she was still alive, but she’s not. This is just her body. She’s not in that meat anymore.”

Megan turns at Steph. “And you?”

Steph darts her eyes between us both a few times, and then just takes another bite from her plate of spit-roasted Jess-meat.

“I can’t believe you two. Fine! Take my plate!”

She holds out her plate, and I take it, immediately shoving bites of my friend into my mouth.

Megan, turns to face the guy. “You’re gonna cook us too, aren’t you?”

“Yyyyup.”

Between bites, I ask, “Do you cook everyone the same way?”

“No, we like to mix it up a bit. Grilled, honey roasted in the oven, spit-roasted… We’re waiting for a shipment of a large deep fryer too.”

“Do you ever cook girls alive?”, I ask.

“Only if they’re really annoying. And the oven is the only way you can cook someone like that. The spit kills too quickly and it’s hard to grill someone if they’re still moving.”

“When you do me… Umm… Can you try grilling me alive?”

“What?! You WANT to be cooked alive?”

“Well, I’d rather not get cooked at all, but if I’m going to be meat… Well, it’s kinda a secret fantasy of mine…”

“Damn girl, that’s REAL kinky! I’ll ask around. Maybe. I know I’d love to see that!”

Steph gets up and hands the guy her empty plate and asks, “Are… Are you guys going to rape us now?”

“No way! We don’t play with our food. You’re just meat, nothing more.”

I hand the guy Megan’s plate, and both he and his friend leave, locking the door behind them.

Megan turns her head between the two of is and lifts her hands palms up.