Thanks!

Here is another, alternative ending. More victims. I'm not sure, wich one is really better. Anyway, in both cases the cooking itself is mostle left for the imagination of the reader. Quite useful story telling trick, when the author is really bad at describing ;) .

—–

"And if? I am an lonely old lady. Is it illegal for lonly old ladies to grab some child to eat it?"

"In fact, yes, it is."

"Never heard of this"

"Listen, when you do not have grandchildren that come every minute, all you argument, that Sakura has to be cooked a faast as possible, is invalidated. You just are too lazy to start cooking something different."

"Young miss, do not call me lazy!" said the lady, now really angry.
And then to Fujitaka: "Mister, does your offer about her as a replacement still stand?"

—
Later:

Tomoyo was lying naked on her belly on the counter, her upper body pressed on the cold surface and her bottom sticking to the air.
"I still do not think, we ow her any replacement for Sakura" She said, trying her best to ignore the old lady applying butter with both hands on her body.

"I'm not sure, but we had to hurry. The main point is, Sakura is save. This might be the best solution for all. " Said Fujitaka, carrying Sakura in his arms. Sakura seemed still without consciousness, but well alive.

"For all but me." Tomoyo added dryly. "I hope you choke on me." said Tomoyo turning her head backwards to the lady.

"This girl has a bad mouth, your daughter seemed to have a much sweeter manner.
"Dont worry, she is a good girl. I promise, she will behave."
"I hope so. And now get out both of you, before i change my mind. My oven has place for two. And you, young miss, keep your mouth shut and concentrate on your task. Raise your bum and open your legs a little bit more."

"Sure, always a pleasure working with you." said Tomoyo with sarkasm in her voice, but did as requested.

As the lady took again the instrument she had shown before, Fujitaka preferred to leave with Sakura in his arms.

"Bye Tomoyo, be a good girl. I'm sure it will be not as bad as it seems now." said Fujitaka and quickly left the room, feeling a little bit guilty.

"Yea, will be great. The experience of my life." said Tomoyo dryly as he closed the door. "Cant wai…rrghhhh". She did not finish her sentence.

- - -


As they left the house Fujitaka was caerfully looking at his girl. It was ages, that he was carriying her naked like this, her nude form leaning against his body. The skewer was still piercing her nipples, as he did not dare to remove it. A sweet fragrance came from here, maybe from the marinade, maybe from her nearly cooked body. Somehow Fujitaka had the sudden urge, to take a bite out of her shoulder. Instead he just carefully licked her.

Sakura slowly came to herself.
"Daddy….where am i….where is Tomoyo?"
"Shh, all is good, Tomoyo ….had a dinner invitation and cannot be here. I take you home now. Can i put you down for a moment? I have to call Toya."

Fujitaka let Sakura down on the lawn. After releasing Sakura, he absentmindedly licked his finges, that were full of Sakuras marinade and basting, maybe also a little bit of her juices. He stood silent for a moment. Then he took his phone and dialed Toyas number.

"Toya, we will be home any moment. Could you preheat the oven, please?….Yes, i know, Sakura has kitchen duties. Of course. And she will provide tonights dinnner.", he said smiling at Sakura.

"Come princess, we have to go home. Toya is waiting for dinner."

"But….dad…i am not sure, if i can eat anything, i feel ….so full….already. And i feel cold. "

Fujitaka looked at her belly.

"Sure you do not need to eat today. Just relax. A nice warm place waits for you."