Science Friction - Bound, Seasoned, and Eaten by Hungry Witch Vore - featuring Codi Vore and Jane Judge, this same size vore fantasy featuring an evil witch eager to crack open bones for marrow, cooking on a human size grill a seasoned, tied, and gagged h

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Science Friction - Bound, Seasoned, and Eaten by Hungry Witch Vore - featuring Codi Vore and Jane Judge, this same size vore fantasy featuring an evil witch eager to crack open bones for marrow, cooking on a human size grill a seasoned, tied, and gagged human steak with oil

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Dungeon Delights: A Wicked Witch's Culinary Desires

In the mist-shrouded depths of a foreboding castle, Jane, an unhinged witch with an insatiable appetite for the macabre, awaits her unsuspecting victim. Bound and gagged, Codi is led into Jane's dungeon lair, oblivious to the sinister intentions that lurk in the shadows.

A Taste of Trouble

Jane's dungeon is cold, damp, and filled with the musty scent of decay. She moves around her cauldron, stirring a mysterious brew, while casting hungry glances at Codi's supple form. With an amused chuckle, Jane drops an onion into the pot, teasing Codi about how delicious her thick, meaty flanks would taste. Despite her fear, Codi can't help but enjoy the attention—that is, until Jane starts to taste her thigh raw, sending shivers down her spine.

As Jane continues to season the pot, she turns to Codi and runs her fingers over her quivering flesh. The sensation is both arousing and terrifying, causing Codi's heart to race in her chest. Jane is undeterred by Codi's pleading eyes, her gaze fixed on the tempting morsel before her. Suddenly, she grabs a handful of Codi's meat and pulls it towards her mouth, tasting the salty skin and succulent flesh. Codi screams into her gag, the sound muffled by the thick cloth. Jane smiles wickedly, savoring the taste of her soon-to-be meal.

Cooking Up a Storm

Jane moves with a predatory grace, her eyes glinting with excitement. She pulls out a wooden spoon and stirs the pot, the steam rising around her like a shroud. Next, she reaches for a pair of tongs, their metal tips glistening in the flickering candlelight. With a devious grin, she plunges them into the cauldron, lifting out a piece of her captive's flesh.

As Jane tenderizes and seasons the meat, she can't help but fantasize about the feast she has planned. The scent of roasting human flesh fills the dank air, mingling with the aroma of basil and onion. She imagines her friends gathering around the table, eagerly awaiting their turn to devour Codi's succulent flesh. The thought sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but salivate at the prospect of the feast to come.

Sizzling Skin on the Grill

Finally, Jane readies the grill, oiling the grate with a slow, sensual motion. She positions Codi over the flames, her skin sizzling and steaming as the heat engulfs her body. With a sickeningly sweet smile, Jane leans in close, her breath hot against Codi's ear. She whispers dark promises of pleasure and pain, her words sending shivers down Codi's spine.

As the meat begins to cook, Jane can't help but admire the way it sizzles and pops on the grill. She takes a moment to savor the aroma, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. When she opens them again, she sees the horror in Codi's eyes. It's exhilarating, and she feels a surge of power course through her veins. This is what she lives for: the fear, the anticipation, the taste of human flesh on her tongue.

A Feast Fit for a Witch

As the meal cooks, Jane prepares the table, arranging candles and setting out cutlery. She hums a sinister tune, the sound echoing off the dungeon walls. When the meat is finally cooked to perfection, Jane carries it over to the table, her arms straining under the weight of her soon-to-be feast.

With a flourish, she places the meat on the platter, the juices dripping onto the pristine white tablecloth. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the rich, earthy aroma one last time before slicing into her delicacy. Codi watches in terror as Jane takes a bite, the tenderness of the meat contrasting sharply with the horror etched on her captive's face. But for Jane, there is no greater pleasure than the taste of human flesh—and she intends to savor every bite.

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