The misadventures of Feoil Collie: Lessons Learned the Hard Way
(c) 2006, Windrunner
Kalili, Omega, (c) Omega
 
  The collie could feel the metal pole heating up against her body, as the world spun in her view. Though in truth, it was she that was spinning, bound hard and fast to the spit over a roaring fire. As her basted body began to cook, her mind drifted back, thinking of how she ended up here...
 
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  The scent of displeasure was so heavy in the air, you almost couldn't smell the smoke.
 
  "What's the matter, don't you know how to do your job? I thought you collies were all intelligent!"
 
  The border collie cringed at that voice, her ears going back as the boss chewed her out. It was almost becoming a routine now, and she was only a week into her new job. Working as the lone female in a canine restaurant whose 'clients' could almost more often be labelled as a mob, she felt the constant pressure of trying to prove she could be one of the pack. She knew she had to tough it out; her father had been a champion explorer and when he'd sent her and her brothers off he had demanded they return as nothing less than the best of the best at whatever job would take them. She'd kept her figure trim and shapely, and her fur was always neat and brushed whenever she came into work.
 
  To her dismay, the only two jobs that had offered to let her work as an apprentice were a brothel or the one she was at now. The brothel had made a strong offer - her nubile, taut body would have made her a very hot commodity, if she had performed well. She had the physique of her mother, with nice large breasts, a firm ass through which her large, fluffy tail swept with ease. Her soft golden brown hair was never any longer than her shoulders, but came up between her pointed ears in a cute spike; the colour then cascaded down her face and went the length of her muzzle. Her own fur pattern was a pleasant mix of browns and tans, with the latter highlighting both her asscheeks and her tits. She could have had her pick of clients, but the thought of not really "working," of spending all day on her back or on all fours... didn't sit well with her. And she was certain it wouldn't sit well with her father.
 
  And so, the "restaurant" it had to be - a place called "The Carnivore's Catch." The ad had not been entirely honest about what it involved... or how hard the job would be. Catering to more rural and primal clients, it was mostly canines who frequented it, though there were a few felids and bears who were accepted as regulars too. Hunters all, they would bring in any prey - no matter what it was - and would turn it over to be prepared. No questions asked. The ad had mentioned 'heavy lifting,' 'cooking skills,' 'able to follow orders' and 'no cleaning skills required.' While Feoil hadn't figured out what the first part had to do with the job at first, she knew she could cover the other three, and was excited at being accepted. Unfortunately, her cooking skills had never prepared her for how to cook live prey - her father's chef had always handled that much.
 
  At least she'd managed not to shed into any of the meals yet.
 
  "I'm sorry, Mr. Lycan. I didn't think-"
 
  "You're damn right you didn't think!" shouted the tall black wolf, teeth bared in frustration. "What possible reason is there that you would have tried to guide a four-legs sheep TOWARDS A FIRE!!!"
 
  Cringing, she replied, "I heard that we were going to grill it... so I just tried to save time by getting it over to the-"
 
  The lupine boss reached out and clamped his large paw around her muzzle, silencing her. "Shut up, bitch. Sheep don't stop when you ask - that's why they they get lead around on a rope. I know your nose smells that scent just as well as the rest of our patrons, and I think the farmer who brought it in isn't going to be happy right now. He expected his meal grilled, not burnt to a literal crisp. Fur needs to be sheared or coated before getting anywhere close to a live fire!"
 
  The collie fought the urge to pull away, trying to hide the scent of her fear. She had seen the head chef 'chew out' other workers before, and knew he was an expert at what he did - but she had been given several 'chewings' lately, and was starting to fear for her job in a big way. Her large eyes stared up at him, pleading a silent case.
 
  Satisfied for the moment that the female was not about to talk back another time, he pushed her away by her muzzle and stalked out into the dining area to try and explain things to the fox who had brought in the latest mistake. "Prepare some more vegetables, bitch. At least that won't hurt our reputation..." he growled before leaving the kitchen. His anger was genuine, and yet he had still kept her on - despite all her mistakes, the alpha of the kitchen knew she was trying.
 
  Canine or not, she wondered just how many more lives she had here. At least when she was made to do menial tasks, she did manage to stay out of the wolf's bad books. Seeing a fox getting yelled at for dropping a large platter always gave her the hope that she was really a part of this pack, and not just useless. It let her finish out the day and earn her wages and some random meat for dinner - though the alpha decided to teach her a lesson, and so had given her a section of the overcooked ewe from earlier on. She tried not to think about it, confident that she would soon understand how to handle everything that came through their door - after all, she was her father's daughter. She had excellent taste.
 
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  The next day, Lycan had ordered Feoil to watch the receiving window, thinking that having her wait for prey to be brought in would keep her out of trouble. Around lunch time, a gnoll had arrived, dragging a large net behind him. The contents of the net grunted and shrieked, and the collie watched as he struggled to keep it from rolling out of his grasp. A stray dark-skinned hand or foot would occasionally slip through the knots, giving a hint to its captive.
 
  Joining the hunter outside, she grabbed hold of the other side of the net and lifting it off the ground to move it faster. She tried to ignore the struggling contents as they headed up the path. "I...ooof... take it that you are here for lunch?"
 
  The gnoll grunted, nodding in agreement. "Others go in other way... me still youngest of tribe, so have to do hard stuff..."
 
  "Heh.... I am too. I only started not long ago. Did they give you the gold too?"
 
  "No... that too important. Chief has brought in to head wolf. Me ordered to bring drow to kitchen, nothing else."
 
  "Drow? Your tribe caught an elf? In the woods?"
 
  "She thief... found trying to steal from chief's hut. She not great, though... didn't see stun trap, so got caught. We have bad luck hunting lately, so he think she better on the table than just dead. Think it worth the gold she almost took, so we drag her here."
 
  By now, the pair of them had reached the door. With the elder gnoll's payment having been accepted, several other kitchen hands had emerged and were taking hold of the webbed elven thief, despite her curses and shouts. Carrying her into the building, they pulled her out of the net, and took in the catch. Barely clothed in a leather halter and skirt, the tall drow elf was black from head to toe, with striking white hair and deep blue eyes. Around parts of her body, she had white tribal tattoos - almost unwittingly sectioning up her meat, as they encircled her arms, tummy, legs, and upper breasts. Shackling her wrists quickly, two strong wolves grabbed her and hung her from a ceiling hook, leaving her to swing from her arms, surrounded on all sides. Like it or not, for the moment she was going nowhere.
 
  The alpha entered, and everyone stood aside. The elf glared at him, watching him approach her suspended form. Hauling out a jagged knife from his belt, he easily caught her legs as she kicked at him and pinned them together under his arm. With 4 quick strokes, the clothing fell from her body onto the floor, leaving the dark elf's naked body now visible to all. Feoil thought she could see the female's cheeks redden, as if embarrassed to have her large tits and ass exposed to the group, even as her peril worsened. She noticed a pair of bracers on the thief, but ignored them. Most of their clients, when they brought in more humanoid prey, tended to care about the meat on their body, and ignored their extremities. The bracers were leather, so they would cook right along with the elf herself.
 
  Still holding onto her squirming legs, the chef groped her openly, pinching and tracing his claws across the elf's form, feeling her tender legs and supple tummy. As he fingered her sex and playing with her dark nipples, the male members of the pack grew aroused, the drow's aroused scent growing heavier in the air. Bringing a claw to his muzzle, he showed it to the elf, coated in her pussy juice. Taking an exaggerated taste, he licks his chops. "Elven stew for our honoured guests! Cook her in the large cauldron, wrapped in iron and seasoned with basil and waterchestnuts! This thief is to be shackled until her meat is ready and cooked alive. Feoil, bind her ONLY - the rest of you, ready the water!"
 
  With that, the kitchen began its lunchtime routine. The collie dragged over a large chest containing several lengths of chain and locks to match. Winding it tightly around the elf's body, she noticed a lack of fight in the prey - as if perhaps resigned to her fate on the dinner table. Her thoughts touched on what it might be like, to be cooked for someone else's pleasure. She quickly pushed them aside, focussing on her work, wanting to please the alpha for once. The elf's body was looped several times in the metal links, but given enough freedom so that it could be folded up and positioned inside the cauldron. Several large locks were attached, each one closing with a fatal sounding click. When she was done, the dog woman stood back, and admired her work, excited with how the bindings made the drow's flesh bulge out and hightening her appeal. The loops, when heated in teh water, should add a nice set of extra markings to her body, mirroring the tattoos.
 
  Calling over the two heavy wolves, they lifted the thief and held her firmly in their grasp all the way to the heating pot of water. With no struggle from her, she was easily submerged into the cauldron, body resting on the pot itself but with her torso still above water. The fire was lit but the water was still slowly heating up around her. The chef was summoned, and with barely a glance, ordered her to be seasoned properly and covered. The elf's body was coated in spices, with several laddles of the broth scooped over her naked form. Steam was beginning to rise from the water as the heavy iron lid was placed over top. Feoil thought she saw the thief smiling even as darkness took her.
 
  Leaving the drow stew to cook on its own, the bitch returned to her duties, preparing more veggies for the meal. Her ears listened in on the pot, and for a while she could hear the meat sloshing around as the water started to boil. Eventually, there was nothing, so she ignored it, assuming the elf had passed out from the heat, her tender flesh cooking in the soup. Having no love for thieves, who gave a bad name to explorers, she was satisfied to see the female served as dinner, picturing how good she might taste with the right wine. Still, she kept her attention to the meal, wanting to make sure it was done just right.
 
  Which is why she was the one blamed when the lid was removed, and an empty pot was all that remained. The leather bracers floated on top of the boiling water, a picklock sitting on top of them, and all the chains lying in a heap at the bottom of the cauldron. The thief had escaped, and managed to slip out from under the lid without making a single sound.
 
  Needless to say, the alpha was pissed. Without even uttering a word, he struck the collie bitch across the face, leaving a stinging red welt behind. A moment's defiance caused her to glare at him, but the fierce return look of a wolf chef who will literally cook anything broke her just as fast. Pointing back at the receiving window, he waited until she had returned there with her tail between her legs before leaving the kitchen to figure out how to explain it to the gnoll villagers.
 
  Feoil did not have long to wait before the kitchen's next catch was brought in. Before long, she spied a pair of kobolds trudging up the path towards the door, a long beam supported on their shoulders. Hanging from the pole by her wrists and ankles was a large, female half-orc. What was odd was how this orc had pink skin instead of green and long, blond hair that had been roughly tied back. The kobolds had stripped her naked before tying her to the post, and done who knew what else to her (Feoil thought such things were probably best never asked.) A large, red leather ballgag had been inserted into her snout and tied off behind her head. The dog watched as this prey was carried along the path by the small dragons, the bound female's body and hips swaying seductively as the group approached; she thought of how humiliated the catch must have felt with her naked sex and ass visible to everyone that they passed on the road.
 
  The lead kobold had introduced himself as a bard of note, and kept going on about his life - as if a fresh new audience of one meant more to him than the meal he was bringing in. Feoil eventually managed to convince him that she was impressed, quickly turning his attention to the details of the dinner they wanted.
 
  "Oh, me want great big feast! Biggest ever! Me want to invite scores, no, hundreds of kobolds and friends and kings and princes and big dragons..."
 
  Looking slightly worried, not being sure if he was serious or just boasting, the collie interjected, "Uhhh... we can't fit that many in the restaurant sir. And I don't think your meat will serve that many either."
 
  "What?! Ohhh.... OK. Me make compromise then. You just cook up Boss for me and my friend and anyone else here - but me get to tell story to everyone while she cooking!"
 
  "You will have to talk t... did you say Boss?"
 
  The kobold nodded. "Yes... she adventurer, like me. Hired me to help with big dungeon crawl - you not listening when me tell story? Anyways, me have own...tradition now. After big dangerous dungeon, me always starving. If Boss is big enough, me make dinner plans. Last boss was half-orc, so she nice juicy piggy. Me love pork, so make real good dinner, and me give you guys her half of the treasure."
 
  "You have my word that this meat will be prepared to perfection!" The bard's story had taken so long that by now word had reached the ears of the alpha chef, who was standing over Feoil's shoulder. The collie stood aside, letting him pass. Walking out the door, the lupine bent over and began to examine the body of the female, tracing lines across her flesh with his claws, and feeling up her meaty breasts and legs. "Yes, this little pig is going into our oven... do you like glazed meat, sir?"
 
  "Oh yeah... me have own oven, and love to baste dinner while it cooks! Me and friend just feel like eating out tonight."
 
  The wolf chuckled, "I understand. If you will kindly give her over to my porters, they will gladly take her into the kitchen to prepare her for you. Please," he said, with a sweeping gesture, "head into the dining room, and we will discuss how much treasure you found... And while you are there, please tell the group of gnolls that they will be joining you for dinner, at no cost. Feel free to tell them all about your adventures."
 
  The diminutive dragons smiled, and wandered off towards the mess hall, as their bound prey was carried into the kitchen. The head chef grabbed Feoil by the scruff before she could leave, "Watch this time, mutt - watch and learn as that orc is prepared. This is a huge meal, and I won't have you spoil it. You have one more chance - the next meat is yours to look after and cook. Don't get it wrong, or you are done here."
 
  Following her orders, the collie fem joined the rest of the pack in the kitchen, standing off to one side out of the way. She watched carefully as her kitchen mates went to work. The porcine woman was left tied to the pole, suspended from some Y-shaped poles in the ground. With no firepit beneath them, they were there just to hold the meat as the rest of the kitchen was ready. They also left the female's sex quite exposed, her blond muff almost begging to be violated. One of the foxes went to work on her, ignoring her squeals and protests as he shaved her completely bare, leaving only the hair on her head as he made her body totally nude and clean. Fetching a clay jar and brush from the cupboard, he began applying oil up and down her body, coating her several times from her head to her piggy feet in the soft liquid. Her body gradually began to shine against the torchlight, red and yellow hues reflecting and highlighting her heavier shape. Small pools started to form under her, as the look of fear and disgust on her face grew more pronounced.
 
  Feoil found her paw going between her legs and under her skirt, softly massaging her clit as she watched the naked orc being taken down from the pole, fighting against the two large wolves holding her instead. They struggled as she tossed and threw her weight around, trying to break free, but they were used to large prey and kept their balance. The naked fem was lifted up and onto the prep table, legs and arms pinned together as she was turned on her front. Her beautiful porcine head whipped back and forth as they bound her ankles together again, pushing them back so that they folded together. A strong coyote joined in, holding her legs in place as the two lupines each took an arm and brought them up behind her back, her wrists ending up bound with cooking twine to her ankles. A large, heavy pan was brought out and placed on the butcher block. Swiftly, the three predators lifted the hogtied piglet from the table and into the metal tray, shifting her so that her large cleavage was more visible, propping up her torso and keeping the nice juicy bits from being ruined under her bodyweight.
 
  Her paw began to work harder on her sex, the collie's arousal rising as the orc's preparation intensified. By now, the fire had been lit beneath the oven, bright and visible to the prey. Crying from behind the ballgag, the pink, oiled flesh was roughly massaged and worked over, making her even more tender. The tray was lined with vegetables, and one large carrot was lubricated and inserted into the orc's backside, its green leaves sticking out her anus. Watching her being prepared and humiliated was becoming stangely titilating to the collie, touching herself as if in a trance. As the meat was basted in a thick honey glaze that was the alpha's special recipe made just for pork, the ballgag was finally removed from the female's snout. For a moment, she begged and pleaded, "Please stop! Don't cook me! I'll give you anythmmmmmmfff!!!"
 
  With that, the adventurer was silenced once more as a large red apple was sticking out of her mouth. Pineapple rings were lined up the arch of her back and onto her asscheeks as the staff finally finished readying the meal. Feoil's masturbation was increasing as she anticipated the final moment, and she wasn't sure if she would make it or not... As the alpha entered the room, he examined and smelled the piglet's bound body, enjoying the scent of her basted, garnished form. "Perfect! Into the oven, without delay!" The orc tried to squeal or escape, but the twine held her tight as the tray was carefully lifted and placed above the searing hot fire. Watching the orc's expression as the oven door closed on her, the collie's own climax came right as the door sealed in the dinner with a loud clang.
 
  A look of exhaustion and the scent of female orgasm caught the nose of the chef, no longer distracted by the Roasted Piglet that was now in the oven. Marching over to the bitch in heat, he snapped at her, "Back to your window, mutt! I hope you learned something watching them... because remember, no matter what or when, the next meal is yours."
 
  Snapping out of her good mood, the collie gave him a pleading look, her body still coursing with sexual pleasure and not thinking straight. "Yes, alpha... I'll do anything to please you, alpha..." With that, she sauntered away to the door, certain that the next meal would have to be something small. She had never seen a day when two humanoid meals had come in, and was certain that three was almost impossible.
 
  Her own dazed mind cleared quick when, as she came to the window, she was surprised to find a doe standing there, waiting for her. She stood in stunned silence, doing a double-take and looking for a hunter. Finding nothing, she stared at the white-furred doe for a second, noticing its unusual facial tattoo and well-endowed chest. A hint of arousal coursed back into her at the thought of dinner plans involving venision, and her eyes glazed over. "Well, are you going to say something, or am I in the wrong place?" said the busty cervid, matter-of-factly.
 
  Unsure if this was a trick or not by the other canids, the collie stammered, "C-can I help you?"
 
  "I wouldn't be here otherwise, doggy-girl. This is the Carnivore's Catch, right? You are the ones that can cook any kind of meat - and I do mean anything, right?"
 
  "Maybe... why do you ask?"
 
  The doe's ears flickered with frustration, "Because I'm here for the dinner menu, if that's ok with you. C'mon, let me in, get me in the oven alredy! It's cold out here and I'd rather be roasting!"
 
  Totally puzzled by this, Feoil shook her head again, eyes blinking and nose working to try and tell if this was still a ruse. "You're...volunteering to be eaten?"
 
  The deer fem looked away, "Not exactly... let's just say that even if you don't take me into your meat locker, I'm going to be roasted tonight, and I'd rather it not be by fireball. Besides, I thought this place was 'no questions asked'. So let me in already!"
 
  Finally, her predator's brain kicked in, and Feoil saw the opportunity that the doe was giving her - a willing victim that she could do anything to. Taking a length of lead from the wall, she looped it around the female's neck and tied it off lightly. "Fine then... I'll be the one preparing you tonight. I have to do this - no meat allowed in the kitchen unless it's restrained or deceased - alpha's orders."
 
  "Fine, fine," said the deer, glancing behind herself, "Just hurry up and get me inside already."
 
  The collie unlatched the gate, and let the cervid walk in on her own. The doe sniffed the air, the scent from the oven finally having reached her soft nose, "Smells like... glazed ham?"
 
  "Yes... we had a client bring in a half-orc not too long before you arrived, and we'd just set her to roast when you showed up."
 
  "I see... maybe you can save yourself some time, and just shove me in with her... two girls in an oven could make for a succulent meal, and we could put on quite a show for the staff while we were in there..."
 
  The collie grimaced, "Sorry... that recipe was set by the alpha, and there's no way I would want to ruin it... I'm already in his bad books to begin with."
 
  "Oh really? Why's that?"
 
  "Think of me as the omega chef in this pack, and you'll get the idea."
 
  "Really? Coincidental choice of... names. I'm not too bad a chef myself, to be honest - at least, I used to be. That's why I came here - what better way to go? If you're still learning, maybe you should just boil me up then - unless you even burn water. I'll get a nice, hot bath out of it, giving me plenty of time to simmer. I could suggest some tasty and fun legumes that could join me in the broth-"
 
  The doe stopped short, as the collie began to blush. "No," she said in a hushed, embarrassed tone, "My luck with cauldrons has been rather bad lately. I'd rather not."
 
  The deer stopped suddenly, causing Feoil to jerk on the rope involuntarily, as if trying to herd her prey onwards. Turning to face one another, the white cervid's frustration had returned, "Well, what are you going to do, serve me raw? Vension sushi? I thought this was an experienced place!"
 
  Thinking quickly, the bitch glanced around the kitchen. Several of the staff were watching her, amused looks on their muzzles as they saw her trying to subdue and cook the doe, who was as tall as she was - without even knowing what to prep her as. In the corner, she spied the one thing that she had never used, but that was the only hope of shutting the deer up quickly. She'd just have to wing it, and hope that she turned out alright.
 
  "Fine! If you'll come this way, let me lead you to our firepit, and we'll see about spit roasting you tonight," she said, pulling on the leash as she walked towards the open area of the room.
 
  "Spitted? Now that's more like it... Are you going to tie me to it, or run me through? Have you ever done that before without killing your meal?"
 
  The dog's tail unconsciously slipped between her legs, but she tried to lie to cover it up. With the fear of being let go running through her if this doe got away, she found her confidence and voice at last. "Of...of course I have! I'll have you roped up nice and tight for your trip above the coals. You'll be glowing by the time I'm done with you, sizzling and the envy of every other breed in this building!"
 
  "I...see. Alright then, I'm yours, bitch. Do what you can with me," said the doe, submissively putting her hands behind her back. Feoil tied off the lead to a ring in a post next to the pit, and stripped the cloth halter and skirt from the deer's body, revealing her shapely white form. Two pink nipples stood out from her mammaries, and the collie could smell her arousal as well. Looking up, she noticed that the doe was entranced by the sight of the piglet, which had been pulled out of the oven to be basted.
 
  "Do you like to watch things cooking?"
 
  "More than you'll know..."
 
  "Well then, let me help you with a first-hand look at how it feels to cook on the spit," replied Feoil, happy to know that her own earlier pleasure may not be entirely unusual after all for female chefs. The thought of this strange doe still nagged in the back of her mind... volunteering to be cooked, and yet was a chef herself... What could it all mean, she thought as she took down a large pole and placed it across the y-supports. Untying the doe's lead, she guided her to the spit by hand, and stopped. She wasn't exactly sure how to get her up there, balanced and bound single-handedly.
 
  "You've never done this before, have you?" stated the deer, rhetorically.
 
  "Never even seen it... But I want to... desperately. It must be the ultimate orgasm to watch someone turning over the fire."
 
  "Oh, it is..." said the cervid, a hint of mischief in her voice. Thoughts had begun to turn in her own head ever since she walked in the door. "Tell you what... let me pass on some cooking instruction to you, before you serve me up. That way, it'll make this feel even more worthwhile. But you have to let me handle things, ok? I know what I'm doing here. In fact, I'll even demonstrate how to do this for you. That is, if you'll let me..."
 
  The collie grinned, a playful, excited look on her face, "Oh, would you? I learn so much better by watching than by being told what to do. Collies are skilled observers, you know."
 
  The doe's muzzle spread in a sly grin, "Really? We'll see how quickly you learn... First, if you are the only chef and going to tie someone to a spit, you have to have them standing up, so just stay there." Hefting the metal pole from its resting place with ease, the doe spun it until it was vertical, and pressed it up against Feoil's body, causing her shirt to pleat in the middle and making her own large chest stand out. "No... this won't do. Do you plan on cooking clothed dinners? Why not just toss them in the fire? Take it off."
 
  "But I-"
 
  "I SAID TAKE IT OFF! You've handled many naked females and males in this shop - what's your own nudity matter right now? There, that's better...my, you are cute and curvy... ahem..." Snapping back to reality, the doe placed the bar right up against Feoil's chest. "Firstly, you want to at least secure this to your prey, so that they won't be able to easily run away. Tie them around the midsection like this... and then secure their hands to the bar in front of them. Sometimes you can tie them behind their backs, but that is best done once they are suspended first. In front gives them better balance."
 
  Finding herself looped against the shaft, she tested her own balance. Holding the bar to keep it off the floor, she said, "But the ropes are loose... couldn't the pole just be pulled out?"
 
  "Not if you keep hold of it. Plus, it will give it some leeway so that you can position your meal better before roping them off. Now, lead your dinner to the pit, which hopefully you haven't lit yet, and put them near the back forks. Pulllll down on the on top of the pole, slowly, guiding it up and between your...I mean, their legs. See how you're bent over now? Keep the top end positioned over one stand, and then....LIFT from the back!"
 
  Feoil yelped as the spit was lifted into place, barely standing on her toes now as she was forced to lean over and rest her body against the pole, breasts hanging down on either side. The doe approached, and without saying a word began to tie the collie's neck to the spit, preventing her from lifting her body any more. She tightened the ropes around the dog's wrists and tummy. "There... now you see how you're trapped? The rest is easy from here, bitch, because your prey is helplessly bound. On nice, busty females, it's always good to rope off their tits beneath the pole, making them more presentable and easier to cook."
 
  "I see," replied the collie, starting to wonder when the doe was going to release her to take her place.
 
  "Yes... then, with the body bound like this, you take up one leg, and then the other," she said, pulling Feoil's legs out from the floor, pressing her entire weight against the pole. "You can do this a couple of ways. I like to make my meals a nice package, so I fold the legs up, tie off the ankles together, like this... and then rope off the thighs as well. My...such meaty thighs and what a nice ass you have... don't you look like a delicious dinner yourself, colliegirl. No need to tie off your tail, though... that'll cook nicely on its own."
 
  "Hey, what are you doing? Let me go! You're the meal, not me! If the alpha catches me like this, I'm done for sure!" snarled the doggirl, struggling and fighting against her bonds. Unable to reach any knots or even to shift her body weight, the fem lay there balanced over the unlit pit, fearful that she may soon be the one finding out what it is like to cook alive instead of the doe...
 
  "Looks like you didn't learn after all... first rule of being a predator is never give the power to the prey. And now you're my prey... I'm sure your head chef will gladly take me into his kitchen, once I show him what I've done with you. Canine fems are my speciality, seasoned just right."
 
  The doe lifted Feoil's head with one hand, guiding it parallel to the pole and staring back with dark, black eyes. "You can't do thimmmmmmmmmmfffffffffff!" mumbled the busty dog, as she had her own large apple shoved into her muzzle, which the deer quickly roped directly to the pole as well to keep it lodged in her jaws. "That'll keep you quiet, bitch, as I light the fire and go get your 'friends' to help prepare you... I'm sure even the alpha will take a turn basting you up. From what he told me, you were quite a handful here. Next time, learn to smell a trap better, and you might not end up as meat for your master."
 
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  As the blaze continued to turn into glowing embers beneath her, Feoil had felt her flesh cooking completely, her own dreams of pleasing her father gone, unless they sent him some of her meat. The alpha had been amazed to see her trussed so perfectly to the spit, and every canid male had taken his turn to baste her form, teasing her nipples and pussylips with the brush extensively. The sensation had driven her to orgasm each time, with her moaning and whimpering behind the garnish in her mouth. Though whether she was begging to be released and given a second chance, or simply enjoying being prepared as meat, tied so tightly above a lit fire, no one could say.
 
  Riding the spit for hours, she had slowly passed on, becoming nothing more than meat for the Carnivore Catch.