Here's another, hope you people like it.
In A Real Stew
by, sammi18
Harold couldn't believe his luck. Not only was he getting a promotion, a raise, and added benefits, but he was also getting a transfer to Japan. Harold loved to travel to exotic locations, and the thought of living in an asian country thrilled him. He was to head up a new branch office of his company, at last he would have total control. And, to top it all off, he was to have a personal assistant.
Harold's assistant was a dream come true. Sasami was young, pretty, but most of all, she was intelligent and well organized. Each day, she had Harold's schedule planned out for him. All of his paperwork was neatly typed and filed, and he never missed an appointment. Sasami always made sure that Harolds day flowed smoothly, and without her, Harolds job of running the office would be impossible. Sasami even made lunch and dinner reservations for Harold, and he always was able to eat the best meals. In fact, since coming to Japan, Harold had put on a few pounds. He used to be quite lean, but since Sasami was ordering his meals, he had grown a bit of a belly, and his ass was a bit plump as well. But, he really didn't mind, his work was going smoothly, he was getting high praise from his bosses, he just figured when things slowed down he would hit the gym.
One night, Harold was in the office very late, some work was piling up and he had to stay behind. He finished his last report when his tummy grumbled. 'Damn' he thought, 'I'm starving, but where can I eat?' as if on cue, Sasami entered his office. 'Ah...Harold-san, you work so late, you have eaten, yes?' Sasami flashed a cute and innocent smile at Harold. 'Well...ummm.....no, actually I haven't, think you can help me?' Harold replied. Sasami told him she knew of a local woman who cooked and served people out of her home, but only one person a night. Sasami excused herself, telling Harold she would make the arrangements. A few minutes later, she returned, smiling, telling Harold it was all set. She called him a taxi, and gave the driver instructions in Japanese. She then told Harold to relax, the driver would take him to the womans home, but to relax, it was a bit of a trip.
After about 90 minutes....harold arrived at a single home in the country. It was a simple house, with smoke rising from the chimney. Harold knocked on the door, and was greeted by a lovely sight. A tall, slender woman in a simple kimono greeted him. She was very beautiful, and introduced herself as Ayeka. She had Harold enter her home, and explained to him that it was her pleasure to cook and old family recipe for him tonight, a very special meaty stew. Harolds mouth watered at the thought, and he could smell a broth already heating up. Ayeka asked Harold if he wished to view her kitchen. Harold noded, and followed Ayeka into the simple kitchen. Thats when it happened......upon entering...Harold received a sharp blow behind his head, and collapsed unconscious.
Harold's head was spinning as he slowly awoke. He tried to adjust his eyes, but realized he was blindfolded, as well as tied tightly. He felt he was standing, naked, with his legs spread, arms tied behind his back. He smelled the strong broth, and heard two girls giggling.
'Sister, this pig looks tastier than the last....''Yes, sister, and his cock looks simply scrumptious....'
Harold felt a smooth hand rub and stroke his cock and balls, realizing it was being coated with a marinade!!!
'Sister, it is time....please make the pig ready.....'
Harolds blindfold was removed, and he was shocked to see not only Ayeka, but Sasami as well, both in aprons. sasami held a paring knife in her hand and approached Harold. Harold looked around, he was on a platform above a cauldron of steaming broth. Between his legs was a wooded pole, about six inches high. Sasami approached him, giggling, then sliced quickly twice behind each of Harolds knees. The cuts caused Harold to yelp, but also sink to a kneeling position, impailing his asshole on the pole.
'This is to ensure the pig does not move while it stews.....'
Harold began to sob like a baby, 'Sasami, please, you cant be serious.....'
Ayeka approached Harold, slapping him hard on his cheek..'Silence piggie..you do not speak to my sister!'
Sasami just grinned, then the two sisters removed the supports, and Harolds platform sank into the kettle. Instantly, Harold felt the heat of the broth as it singed his skin. Looking down, he saw he was already turning pink...and he was sweating.
Sasami approached him...rubbing his cheek...'Harold-san, from the moment you came to Japan, you were marked for our dinner. Be proud, sister and I only dine on the finest pigs, and you look to be the best in a while for us. You will boil, and soon die, but we will continue to stew you until your flesh is soft, and falls from your bones. We will then dine upon you, filling our bellies, making us strong.'
Harold opened his mouth to speak, but Ayeka simply crammed an apple in his mouth. Harold watched in horror, as the sisters continued to fill the kettle with spices and veggies....stirring the stew at times. Harolds skin was getting darker, his strength draining, as he was cooked. The stew was bubbling, and Harold was feeling the intense heat and pain. He was sinking lower and lower into the stew, straining to keep his head up. The two sisters giggled watching Harold struggle to survive. Harold's flesh was soon very soft, and hanging off his body, the pain had subsided since his nerves and long since boiled away. Sensing he was almost ready, Sasami approached, removed the apple, kissed Harold, waved, then sliced his head off. She held it aloft, so a dying Harold could watch his body jerk and spasm before expiring, as the two sisters simply giggled.
Later that evening, the two sisters sat at their table, soup bowls empty, patting their full bellies.
'Sister, once again you brought us a succulent pig.' said Ayeka. 'When will the next one arrive?'
'Within the week sister, in the meantime, let us mount Harold-sans pretty head in our trophy room'. The two sisters went off, giggling all the way.
THE END
