Grinning cheerfully, Diane climbed the steps and, holding onto the side of the pot to steady herself, carefully swung one leg over and climbed in. The flattened base of the pot was hard but not rough and kneeling on it was as comfortable as could reasonable in expected. Lucas watched with interest, grateful for the view inside the pot that his lofty vantage point gave him. He knew that on the day, by the time his sister went into the pot, he would already be baking in the pizza-style oven so would not be able to watch and, anyway, the pot would not be empty so even if he were still in the cage he would not have the unobstructed view he was currently enjoying so this practice run was very interesting.

“So, I just lean back into this?” the naked little girl asked, resting her neck against the mechanism behind her and watching the antennae-like restraints in front of her twitch hungrily.

“That’s right.” Rose nodded. “I’ll switch the magnets on so you’ll know what to except. I don’t think it’s going to be a problem for you but do try to push back as hard as you can. Those things are rather vicious if they pinch!” Diane giggled as Rose pushed a button and a faint hum signally that the magnetic restraints were now powered up. First she pushed her wrists into the sides and heard the rather satisfying click as the cuffs closed around them then she leant her head back, as hard and as quickly as she could, mindful of Rose’s warning, and watched in awe as the collar clunked shut around her neck. “Try to struggle a little.” Rose suggested. “See if you can get out!” Wanting to test the restraints but not wanting to risk cuts and bruises, Diane tugged a little gingerly and confirmed that she was indeed trapped.

“But why do we need these?” she asked, the question coming from a place of genuine curiosity rather than any sort of annoyance. “I’m a volunteer! I promise I’m not going to try to run away!”

“I know!” Rose smiled at her kindly. “But being cooking alive is… well, it can hurt! And when your body thinks it’s under attack, you can’t always help how it reacts. However willing you are! Have you ever tried to get into a bath that’s too hot and your foot just keeps jumping back whenever you go to put it in?” Diane nodded. “Well imagine that but it’s your whole body reacting that way. We need to make sure that you stay in the pot once the cooking starts.” Diane nodded thoughtfully for a moment then asked a question in a quiet voice.

“Will it hurt a lot?”

“Yes,” Rose confirmed with an apologetic nod, “but only for a very short time. We’ll make sure you have something in your mouth so you don’t scream. Can’t have the meat upsetting the diners, can we?” Diane giggled, apparently satisfied with this explanation. “It will start warm and get gradually hotter so you should more or less get used to it. There will come a point, near boiling probably, where it feels like almost too much to bare but then the nerves in your skin will die and you’ll just feel cosy after that, okay?” Diane nodded, still smiling cutely.

“Mind if I get some pictures?” her dad asked. “We’ll be here on the night of course but it’s going to be a lot busier and we’ve been told we have to stay discretely out the way!”

“Sure thing!” Rose chuckled. “There will be a prep table here for the event too but we’ll only put that out just before.” Quickly, not wanting to be an imposition, the children’s dad took some pictures of them on his phone, Lucas standing, once again erect and proud both from the situation and from hearing about what would happen to his sister, not to mention how she looked in the restraints not the great view he had of his naked babysitter!

“Want me to get in the oven for you?” Sandy asked with a grin.

“Well if you don’t mind?” her some-time employer replied a little sheepishly.

“Of course! I need to practice anyway!” she assured him.

“Stand next to it first!” Lucas called out boldly. “You know, like, pose?”

“Oh! Like this?” The naked teen giggled, standing beside the black iron door of the oven and leaning one hip towards it, caressing the top with her hands like she was the glamorous assistant showing off the prize on a game show.

“Perfect!” Lucas laughed, hoping that his dad would not mind sending him a copy of the picture to enjoy in the build-up to the big day! Once she felt she had suitable displayed the oven, Sandy carefully climbed in, laying on her back and tucking her knees up in the surprisingly roomy space then folding her arms behind her head. Other than the fact she had to cross her feet and tuck her knees up to fit comfortably, she could almost have been sunbathing.

“Let me give you a taste of what it will really be like!” Rose offered once she had left enough time for photographs. After checking that her naked sister’s elbow was all the way inside so she wouldn’t bash it, she closed the grate-like door and slipped the bolt across to keep it closed. “It looks like an old log-burning stove,” she explained, “but that’s just for display. It’s actually electric. So it the one above that you’re going in!” she informed Lucas as she looked up at him. “Yours works a bit like under-floor heating but all the way around and the main oven… well,” she chuckled, “it’s just an oven! Meat goes in, oven gets hot, meat come out cooked!” Everyone, including the girl inside the oven, laughed at this. “Got all your pictures?” she asked the only other person in the room with their clothes still on. By way of reply, he waved his phone and her then slipped it back into his shirt pocket. “Okay, guess I’d better let you out then!” Rose sighed theatrically as she slid the bolt back and helped her sister out of the oven.

As soon as she was standing once more, while Rose went to release Diane and help her out of the pot, Sandy wandered over to Lucas’ cage and grinned at him.

“Having a good time in there?” she grinned, reaching up and teasing his hard boyhood with the tip of her finger through the cage. Lucas blushed and nodded. “Hey, I wonder if this thing only goes all the way up or all the way down?” the teen mused thoughtfully before going over to the lever on the wall. She pulled it the way Rose had done to lower the cage for Lucas to get in but, once it had only descended by a little over a foot, Lucas holding on tightly this time having learned his lesson from before about what a bumpy ride it could be, she pushed the lever back up, happy to see that it stopped in its tracks and hung, swaying gently, as she walked back over. “Perfect!” she grinned, finding that her head was now level with Lucas’ waist. A little puzzled by her behaviour, the naked boy looked down at her curiously. “I was thinking about that bit in the old story,” she told him conversationally, walking the fingers of one hand up one of the bars, “you know, where the witch wants to know whether Hansel is fat enough to eat yet so has his stick out his finger but he keeps holding out a bone instead?” Lucas nodded. Since agreeing to be part of this special menu, he had read as many versions of the story as he could get his hands on and had been surprised to find that the original tale was quite different from the one he had grown up with.

In the story he knew, the brother and sister were taking in, given a big meal and a bath in the cauldron over the fire place then put to bed but in the morning they found her crying because she was supposed to be hosting a party for all her friends and had nothing to serve them. They asked her, since she had made her delicious gingerbread house, not to mention the wonderful meal she had conjured on the table for them the night before, couldn’t she whip up something like that but she explained that the gingerbread house was magic food, just like the meal she had given them, and only non-magic people could eat it. If a magic person tried to eat magic food, it would just turn to smoke in their mouth and would not even have any taste, let alone be able to satisfy hunger. The quick-thinking and kind-hearted children then offered themselves to the witch and she, delighted, cooked them up and served them to her equally delighted guests. But in the old stories, he found out, the witch was a villain who lured them into her house with the intention of eating them all along and who made Gretel work like a slave while she kept Hansel in a cage to fatten him up! In the end, instead of being the willing centrepieces of a delicious feast, the children had tricked the witch into her own oven and locked her in there to be burned up while they made off with all her gold and treasure! Lucas could see that the setup in the restaurant and the performance they were going to be involved in drew somewhat on both versions of the story.

“Yeah, so,” Sandy bit her lip and looked up at him teasingly, “I was thinking there was something else she should have been checking instead!” She reached her hand in through the bars and, to Lucas’ happy surprise, took hold of his hard sausage and used it to pull him forward a little so that his thighs, hips and belly were pressed hard against the iron bars. “I’m going to be cooking you after all!” Sandy observed, releasing her grip but stroking the shaft up and down with her finger-tips. “It only seems fair that I should get a taste. To see if you’re ready, of course!” she winked at him and, wanting to show he no objection but finding himself unable to speak, Lucas gave a small nod. The pretty teen licked her full lips then put them around his boyhood which, thanks to the adjusted height of the cage, was at the perfect height. Lucas closed his eyes and gripped the bars tightly, feeling grateful that he had already ejaculated once during his inspection not too long ago, else he might well have gone off like a rocket at the first touch of his teenage crush’s warm, skilled tongue.

Feeling in no particular hurry and wanting the sweet boy to enjoy himself, Sandy took her time, gently licking, sucking and caressing, cupping and gently squeezing his plump oysters as she did so. It felt absolutely amazing! The unexpected blow-job from his little sister had felt great but she was clumsy and inexperienced, lacking any real technique. Sandy was in another category all together and clearly knew exactly what she was doing! Although he kept his eyes closed, his sister’s unmistakable giggle told Lucas that he definitely had an audience and he couldn’t help wondering whether his dad was recording this moment for posterity too! The wandering thoughts helped him to hold out for a little longer but it was really not many minutes before he felt the pressure building and knew that he was about to explode, something he did a second or two later with an impressive amount of force considering that it was for the second time that hour! The excitement of the whole situation was just too much for him, the extremely skilled blow-job being simply the icing on the cake and he wondered how many times he might cum while he cooked, even if his hands would not be free to assist. While explaining the process, Sandy had hinted that the cooking process might provide another way that he could stimulate himself but he guessed he would not know for sure until it happened!

“Yup!” Sandy grinned, stepping back and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand then making a show of licking it and sucking on each of her fingers in turn as if she had just been enjoying a particularly sticky, sugar-coated doughnut. “I’d say you pass the taste-test with flying colours and are more than ready for this witch’s oven!”

With the demonstrations over, there really was not much more to be said or done and Rose needed to get back to work, making sure everything was ready for the restaurant to re-open its doors for the evening trade. It was with a degree of reluctance that Lucas climbed out of the cage and followed the others back through to the kitchen to get dressed. Afterwards, after more hugs from Rose and a quick discussion about how long before the event they should stop eating and drinking, and the best things to eat in general in the mean time to maximise their quality and flavour, the siblings’ dad took the three of them to Jessie T’s for girl-burgers as a treat then dropped Sandy home.


To be continued...