14 - More Variations

Mr. Riggs cooked Elizabeth whole again on Wednesday afternoon, and on Friday's as well. Each time, after he had eaten his fill of her body, breasts, and filet, and after he had made her frantic with need, the session would end with Mr. Riggs buried in Elizabeth's bottom, thrusting slowly and steadily, as both he and Elizabeth climaxed together.

It became apparent to Mr. Riggs that Elizabeth had started looking forward to her sessions with him, quite eagerly in fact. His student seemed to have lost any doubts about him she might have had, and would comply with anything he requested with nary a protest and look of adoration for him upon her upturned face.

Tuesday's session even began with Elizabeth stripping off completely of her own accord, without even being prompted to do so by Mr. Riggs. From then on, any time she was with him in one of their after school sessions, Elizabeth was nude whether the situation demanded it or not. She seemed to be delighted to be so, and reveled in the occasions when Mr. Riggs might take her flesh in his strong hands to examine her closely for the sake of whatever recipe he was subjecting her to that day.

On Friday's session, she even asked her teacher whether or not they could expand their after school activities to the entire week, rather than just on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons. Mr. Riggs was happy to accommodate her request, and after that, Elizabeth spent every afternoon she could cooking for him.

This isn't to say that some of the things he introduced to their afternoon sessions didn't worry Elizabeth, but she felt that Mr. Riggs, after the events of her first full body cooking experience, had earned her trust enough that she would try his ideas out for him, no matter how unusual or even painful they might be, at least once.

One new such idea was actually just an expansion of something that was already pretty much standard practice for her sessions now. On the Wednesday session, after her first test of the whole girl cooking oven the previous Monday, Mr. Riggs told Elizabeth, after she had been scrubbed and washed, but before he had tied her up, that he wanted to inject marinade into not just her breasts and nipples, but also her filet.

Elizabeth reacted somewhat predictably at the news. She closed her eyes and shuddered, biting her lower lip gently at the thought. What she didn't do, however, was flee screaming, as she might have done just a week ago. Elizabeth had, if not completely lost her fear of needles, at least managed to control her reactions to the thought and reality of the dread devices. So, after another moment's shivering, she had opened her eyes and hesitantly nodded up at her teacher.

Elizabeth even went so far as to hold her own breasts steady for Mr. Riggs, her back arched and chest thrust out, looking away and wincing slightly as he pierced and filled her proffered flesh with flavoring fluids. She then leaned back on her baking tray and spread her smooth thighs apart, offering her sex up to his needles as well. She looked away, at first, but couldn't seem to help herself from glancing back down at her filet as her teacher gently grasped her folds and repeatedly injected marinade into each. She gasped when he took her hood between thumb and forefinger, sure that he was about to subject her clit to the same treatment, but Mr. Riggs only filled the flesh surrounding her sensitive bud with marinade, sparing the clit itself from the taste of his steel sliver.

Her reward for so stoically enduring his preparations was, for the second time, to be brought to the heights of sexual pleasure and arousal by her teacher's mouth after she had cooked for him. This time, though, Mr. Riggs seemed far more reluctant to abandon her filet after he began feasting on it. Mr. Riggs sucked and licked and probed her flesh for its flavors far longer than he had previously, and when he finally took Elizabeth's clitoris between his teeth and began lashing it gently but unrelentingly with his tongue, Elizabeth climaxed mightily, gasping and writhing in pleasure against her bonds.

She was still coming down from her orgasm when she felt Mr. Riggs's oiled fingers at her back passage, and squirmed delightedly when he started working them into her in preparation. She sighed in sensual appreciation when her teacher moved his fingers back to her filet and replaced their absence at her bottom with his manhood. She climaxed a second time that afternoon, a mere few minutes after the first, as Mr. Riggs stroked her body and filet and thrust himself gently and insistently into her.

Another new idea was introduced during Friday's session. After Elizabeth had been washed and bound and placed in her baking tray, but before she was covered in the day's sauce, Mr. Riggs announced to her that he thought it was about time that she got stuffed.

Elizabeth had been confused for a moment, until her teacher produced a large bowl filled with stuffing and placed it before her. Mr. Riggs had told Elizabeth, between large spoonfuls of the material being pushed deep into her filet, that he had decided to try out a mushroom and herb stuffing on her, to see if it suited and complemented her natural flavors. As he packed far more of the stuffing into her than she would have believed possible, he said, in a regretful tone, that the only way to truly test whether or not a stuffing really complemented her flavor was to actually cook her completely.

Elizabeth's breath caught in her chest and her heart spiked in fearful reaction at Mr. Riggs' words, but her stammering protest was cut off as Mr. Riggs continued, stating that, as much as he would like to try such a thing out, performing a full test like that wasn't really practical at the moment. Her teacher went on to say that he would be satisfied with allowing the stuffing to soak up her natural flavors during their session that afternoon, and that he would then take it home and bake it on its own in his regular oven later that evening. Mr. Riggs then said that he would inform her as to how it turned out their next session.

Mr. Riggs somehow managed to fit the whole bowl full of stuffing into her, casually making an offhand comment as he did so that perhaps even more could be made to fill her, if a needle and thread were applied afterwards to ensure that none might escape back out during the cooking process. Elizabeth shivered in response to his idle comment, clearly imagining Mr. Riggs sealing up her stuffed to bursting filet, tying the whole thing up with a bow to finish.

The stuffing, most of it, at least, remained within Elizabeth while she cooked, and as Mr. Riggs licked and nibbled on her sauce coated flesh afterwards, and also throughout their vigorous bout of bottom bumping that ended the session. Mr. Riggs finally removed the stuffing, which was liberally soaked with her natural flavors, right before he washed her off and out and sent her home to enjoy her weekend.

He told her, later, that while the stuffing had been quite delicious after it had baked for an hour, it still wasn't really right for her, and he would be trying out additional flavor combinations on her in the future.

What was probably Elizabeth's favorite session with Mr. Riggs happened in the middle of the next week. Mr. Riggs had put aside his whole roasting oven, and brought back out his breast cooking oven for yet another test run.

Elizabeth spent the whole session completely nude and completely bound to the device, her breasts slowly baking in the heat while Mr. Riggs mercilessly thrust himself into her vulnerable backside. The most maddening part of the whole ordeal was that every few minutes, just as Elizabeth would near her peak, Mr. Riggs would slide himself out of her to attend to her breasts for a few moments. He had chosen to return to the Elizabaster for this session, and the mix of pain/pleasure Elizabeth received every time he coated her dangling breasts in steaming hot sauces, coupled with the sensations of her teacher returning to plundering her bottom afterwards, drove her to a state of excitement and need like she had never felt before.

When, after over an hour of such treatment, Mr. Riggs finally brought his hands around to stroke and caress her filet, Elizabeth came with such intensity that she actually lost nearly fifteen minutes of time afterwards, later remembering only a blurred haze.

She came back into herself to find her body, arms still bound behind her, sitting propped up on the workbench before Mr. Riggs, who was eyeing her trembling, sauce imbued breasts hungrily. Once he was satisfied that she was properly awake and aware, Mr. Riggs started devouring the sauce from her cooked chest. It would have been almost anticlimactic, after the orgasm Elizabeth had just experienced, had not Mr. Riggs' hands and fingers slipped down to her filet once again. Elizabeth climaxed again as her teacher savagely chewed on her breasts and nipples with his teeth while also gently manipulating her cleft and clitoris with his finger tips. The contradicting but powerful combination of sensations caused Elizabeth's consciousness to pop out like a blown bulb when she climaxed, and she remained so out of it for so long afterwards that Mr. Riggs actually had to drive her home himself, rather than simply send her on her own way, as he usually did, after the session was over.

Each evening, after her sessions with Mr. Riggs, Elizabeth would bring herself to at least one, but often several, more shuddering climaxes before falling into exhausted, contented sleep. The fantasies that accompanied her orgasms were usually variations on the theme of her being ordered, cooked, served, and eaten at the restaurant that seemed to have taken such deep root into her psyche.

At first, Elizabeth's breasts had been the usual focus of her erotic fantasies, but after Mr. Riggs started treating her filet to the delights of his mouth and tongue, it too began to take center stage within them. Over and over, she imagined herself being served upon a platter, lain out on her back with her legs folded and spread wide, to some handsome man, or even to the occasional gorgeous and graceful woman. Her diner would take delicate little slices out of her flesh, suck and chew each slice slowly and with obvious enjoyment, then return for more.

Elizabeth came, again and again, to the thought of sharp tines piercing her cooked clit as the razor edge of a silvery blade slowly sliced it from her mound. Elizabeth also came to the idea of her sensitive nub being rolled across an eager tongue, before being ground to pieces by strong, remorseless teeth. She even came to the thought of her diner casually abandoning her after they had eaten their fill of her flesh, of her entire squirming body, sans filet, being carelessly discarded into a large bin full of other kitchen waste, which was always mostly composed of other girls and bits of girls such as herself, partially eaten, moaning and writhing.

The most powerful of these fantasies were the ones where it wasn't simply some anonymous diner who ate of her flesh, but Mr. Riggs himself. Her imaginary version of her teacher would usually disdain cutlery, and simply rip mouthfuls of meat from her breasts and filet with his teeth. Elizabeth's eyes would roll beneath her closed eyelids, and her whole body tremble and arch, as she pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit between her own fingers as she imagined this happening, climaxing furiously.