“Daddy?”

“Yes Princess?”

“Is it gonna Hurt?”

John turned to look at his 10 Year old daughter as she sat on the center prep table, her little legs, slightly parted and dangling off the edge showing her little Fillet, puffy, reddish and still leaking a bit of his seed from her first and only sexual experience.

“Well I won’t lie sweetie. Getting cooked is going to be more than just a bit uncomfortable, but I am going to start the oven on low and let the heat come up slowly so it should be just like going to sleep. We’ll worry about the stuffing once you have passed out.”

Mellanie absently played with the cum leaking from her recently deflowered pussy and watched as her father mixed the stuffing and collected the seasonings, he would be using on her. Her eyes drifted to the large assortment of Knives hanging off the magnetic rack next to the prep station.

“uh… what if... I mean couldn’t you stuff me now? “she asked.

John turned to look at his little girl with a bit of astonishment. “Well Yes, I could, but that would mean gutting you and doing that while you’re still alive and awake would hurt a Lot. I am already so proud of you for volunteering for this special dinner. I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary.”

“T-That’s ok Daddy, I don’t mind. I just want to be able to experience as much of it as possible. I read that it will make my meat taste better… the pain I mean... I want your special dinner with Maddie to be the best ever. You’re gonna ask her to marry you right?” She looked at her father with a seriousness he had never seen from her before.

“Yes, Yes I am.” He said simply, looking at his youngest daughter to see how she reacted.

“Then I want to taste my best. Its not every day you get to help your big sister get married.” She smiled at her father and reached for the knife rack.” Which one will you open me up with?”

John returned her smile and took the hook bladed gutting knife from the rack. “this one princess. It will go in here…” he poked her lightly with the point just above her bare pubic bone, “and then just like a zipper” he slowly dragged it up along her skin to just below her breastbone. She Giggled at the cold metal tickling her as it slipped up her tummy. “then we just take out all the inside bits and replace them with the stuffing.”

“But I’ll still be alive when you put me in the oven?” she asked worriedly.

“if I work quickly. But if we do it this way, once I get started, I won’t have time to be gentle or nice about it, not if you want to feel the oven heating up.” He looked his baby girl in the eye, trying to see if she was serious about this. “Is that how you want to do it?”

Mellanie thought for a moment, her eyes on the wicked looking knife in her father’s hand. With a nod she looked into his face… “Yes Daddy. That’s how I want it.”

“Well then I had better finish the stuffing now before we start.” He handed Mellanie a bowl of potatoes and a paring knife. “here you cut those into one-inch pieces while I get everything else ready.”

Mellanie pulled her feet up onto the prep table and sat cross-legged as she began to cut the potatoes that would be served with her roasted body. As she did, she though back to the evening before and her little pussy tingled again at the memory of her father cock stretching her unused sex. It had hurt at first then quickly the excitement of being fucked by her handsome father, her father who would soon be eating her, sharing her meat with her older sister. Made the pain fade and her first orgasm overtook her young body. She shivered at the memory and then yelped as her inattention had caused her to cut her finger. Looking at the small thin line in her thumb welling with blood made her imagine the much larger line her Daddy would soon be cutting in her tummy.

She looked up at her Father as he stirred the pan on the stove, the smell of the herbs in the basting glaze he was making for her made her mouth water. She was going to taste good. Her Daddy was a good cook and her only… well her biggest regret was that she wouldn’t be able to taste how good he would make her taste. Between the occasion and the fact, he was cooking his youngest daughter, she was sure he would do his very best job on her.