The Shortest Straw

The Dinner Party

"I really wish you and the other's wouldn't take this so lightly, Usagi," Luna
scolded the girl as the two of them walked along the nightlit Tokyo streets. As can be
expected, Usagi was barely listening to the chatter that her guardian was giving her,
instead humming to herself as sshe lightly swung the bag of vegetables she was
carrying in front of her. "After all, you are all charged with a very serious mission..."
"Oh enough already, Luna-chan," Usagi said, a frown creasing her brows as she
turned to look down at her cat. "We all know very well what we're to do with our
lives...we don't need you to remind us about it everytime we want to have some fun!"
"That's what you always said before," the cat muttered under her breath,
getting a funny look from her 'owner'.
"What do you mean, 'what we always said before'?" Usagi wondered curiously,
making Luna start, a big bead of sweat forming on the back of her head as she looked
remarkably like she was blushing...though through her short black coat that was nearly
impossible to tell.
"Er...nevermind!" she stammered, trying to divert the girl's
attention...fortunately, the timing of their walk made that an easy task. "Oh look,
we're here!" she said, pointing a paw at the home in front of them, and at the nameplate
which read, "Aino."
"Wai!" cried Usagi, as she burst through the gate, swinging her bag of food
wildly in her arms. "We're here!!!" she called out to the shapes of the other Sailor
Senshi, whom she could see moving in the windows beyond. Welcoming cries came out
from the house to greet her, leaving Luna sitting on the stoop, head downcast, a heavy
puff of air escaping her lips as she sighed heavily.
"Well, I tried," she muttered to herself..."But one of these days they'll have to
learn..." she went on, grumbling silently as she too stepped into the house, picking her
way carefully past the scattered shoes there. Of course, they hadn't in the previous
millennia, but she could always hope...
Usagi was already in the kitchen, emptying her big bag of freshly picked
vegetables onto the table, joining the big pile which Makoto was already processing in
her usual brisk, efficient manner. Naturally, although the party was at Minako's house
this evening, Makoto had been nominated as the cook...none of the girls had any
pretentions of matching her culinary skills, and a big occasion like this called for the
very best preparation. "Thanks a lot, Usagi-chan!" the tall, buxom girl beamed at her
friend as her knife flashed like lightening, chopping the carrots, cabbage, daikon, and
other vegetables into easy, bite-sized portions for the enormous stewpot that sat on the
table, the matchingly large gas heater already lit underneath it. "If you could just toss
these into the pot?" she asked, pushing a big armful of freshly cut stalks into Usagi's
arms. "The others should be bringing the meat in soon," she smiled.
Usagi went to the pot, and, standing on tiptoes to make sure none spilled,
carefully tipped the big bundle of veggies into the pot, making Makoto giggle as she
watched the care that her friend was taking. "Careful," she teased..."We don't want to
end up cooking you my mistake!" she laughed.
"Although I'm so hungry that might not be a bad idea," came a new voice,
laughing lightly as she stepped into the room. Like Usagi and Makoto, Rei was
dressed up just a little bit for the evening, clothes that weren't obstentiably elegant, but
obviously something that would be worn on a night that was a bit special than most.
"But I don't think the pot is big enough," she winked at the first two girls, who were
already giggling along with her.
"Not by my calculations," Ami said as she too came into the room, dressed to
match the other three. "And besides, Rei-chan, I thought you were supposed to be
dieting?" she wondered, as she gave the leash in her hands a sharp tug. "Get in here
you! We can't start without the host you know."
Rei stuck her tongue out as Ami, but her eyes were more interested in the other
end of the leash, as were those of Usagi and Makoto. "Tonight doesn't count," she
retorted with a smirk. "Besides, she looks so juicy already...how do you think we'll be
able to resist seconds when she's done?"
The 'she' in question of course was the host, Minako Aino, who was on the other
end of the leash, hands bound tightly behind her back, ankles tied together with only a
little more freedom between them to allow herself to shuffle forwards at Ami's tugging.
"Chotto matte!" she said, eyes still wide with disbelief. "I agreed to host...not to be
served!"
"Sush, Minako-chan," Makoto chided her gently as she came into the room to
toss the last of the vegetables that Usagi had delivered into the pot, which sat just shy
of boiling, as all good soups and stews should be. "If you couldn't figure out what
hosting meant after our last party then you shouldn't have agreed to pick the straws
again, should you have?"
Sniffling, Minako still tried to protest, knowing that it was in vain.
"Bu...but...couldn't you at least kill me first?" she pleaded. "Painlessly? So I don't
have to..." and she cast her eyes apprehensively at the pot, simmering evilly just in
front of her, getting closer with each shuffling step that she took, until she could feel the
heat radiating not just from the flames underneath but from the metal surface itself.
"Wouldn't be the same," Makoto said with expert sureity, as she picked a big
apple from the mantleplace, and presented it to Minako's mouth. "Open up," she said,
causing Rei to give her blonde friend a good sharp poke in the back with a serving fork.
Naturally, Minako's mouth popped open immediately to let out a yell of protest,
which gave Makoto the perfect opportunity to plop the apple into that gaping opening,
Minako's eyes glaring balefully back at her as she bit vainly into the fruit.
"Usagi-chan?" Makoto asked, and right away Usagi was there, having almost read the
bigger girl's mind. With a quick thrust the skewer popped into Minako's cheek,
speared through the apple, and popped out the other side, a little wellspring of blood
trickling down each of Minako's cheeks as she tried to scream with the sudden piercing.
"Thank you," Makoto smiled at Usagi, and gestured for Rei to assist her in
getting Minako up and into the pot. Now the blonde really began to struggle, arms and
legs fighting uselessly against the strong ropes which held them tightly together, as the
two girls effortlessly picked her up, ignoring the muffled, incomprehensible screams
escaping from around the apple.
"Now now," Ami smiled at her, reaching up to give her long blonde hair a stroke,
and place a kiss on her forehead, looking deep into those terrified, upside down eyes in
front of her. "It's only for a little while...we'll be together again soon," she smiled, and
even as the tilted her back upright, this time above the pot, just before she felt her body
slide downwards, Minako felt those four arms encircling her give her a tight, brief hug.
That helped...as did the sight of Usagi on the other side of the pot, smiling lovingly at
her as the embrace loosened, and she slid down the ramp of Makoto's and Rei's arms,
the shock of the nearly boiling water too much for her even to scream in pain right away.
But Ami-chan was right...it would be over soon...somehow.
Those screams did try to come soon however, as her feet hit the burning bottom
of the pot...followed in short order by her legs and back as she plopped down into it. In
all of her numerous battles with youma and other dark spirits, Minako had been hurt
more than once, had even died on more than one occasion. But this...this was
unrelenting pain, this was searing, burning pain at a level that was just a triffle too low
to kill her outright, a triffle to low to give her the release that she wanted now. She
tried to hold still, she tried to be strong for her four lovers, who stood around the pot
now and watched avidly, the hunger in their eyes clear even through the simmering
waves of heat that rose from the surface of the water, the hunger for sexual satisfaction
as well as gastronomic. She tried to remember how good Usagi had been as she hung,
how her friend had tried to prolong her suffering, prolong her agony, just so that Minako
and the others could get off one or two more times. She had looked right into Usagi's
eyes, just before her friend had turned away helplessly to dangle in her final
convulsions...had been the last to see her living that time...had seen the joy that death
for pleasure had brought her friend. She tried to remember that, tried to be strong.
But she couldn't be that strong. Usagi hadn't been cooked alive...her agony had been
relatively simple compared to this.
Convulsively, Minako's body jerked suddenly, making the others jump back and
water splashed around the pot. She had tried to scrabble to her feet, to try to lunge out
of the big cooking pot, but had slipped on the Teflon bottom, and instead of hopping up
crashed down, vanishing entirely underwater. The surface of the pot roiled and boiled
as Minako fought, searing hot water pouring into her lungs now, burning her insides as
well as her outsides, her skin already reddening like that of a lobster. She fought for a
long time...she put on a show as least as good as Usagi did, though she didn't know it.
Even when she did actually manage to get her head back above water, her body half out,
bright red breasts bobbling slickly with the sheens of water, thin-sliced vegetables stuck
to her seared skin, she didn't realize it. She could have escaped, could have pitched
forwards and fallen out, perhaps even in time to be saved. But by then she was blinded,
eyes burnt out with the heat of the water pouring into them, and the sheets of water
cascading over her fooled her other senses. Struggling to escape, she just pushed
herself back down into the water again, flailing around helplessly, until finally she was
exactly backwards from where she needed to be for life, her legs splayed widely, rope
between them snapped in the ferocity of her final struggles, dangling uselessly over the
edges of the pot, one foot giving little spasmodic jerks as her already half-boiled brain
tried feebly to command escape, the conscious part of Minako long since dead, bare
reflex keeping her meat alive for only a few more heartbeats, until even that pathetic
trembling stopped.
"Well, that lasted longer than I expected," Makoto smiled, her voice rather
breathless and the color in her cheekbones high as she moved to push those limbs back
into the pot for better cooking. "What was the time, Ami-chan?" she wondered, looking
over at the girl, who held a stopwatch in one hand, and her pussy in the other,
masturbating even as she looked down and read the time off the dial. "4 minutes, 52
second," she breathed, moaning. "Ooooh...."
"Rei-chan?" Makoto went on, shaken erotically by the sight of Ami
masturbating already, even though the orgy had yet to properly get underway. "Who
was closest?"
Rei paused in stripping off her blouse to grab a nearby piece of paper, checking
the names on it as she popped one tit out of her blouse and squeezed her nipple
tightly...that is, until Usagi, naked already, fastened her lips to it to facilite Rei's
reading. "It...it looks like Usagi-chan was," she panted..."She had five
minutes...noone else had her over 3. Even Artemis only thought she'd last 2..."
All four girls laughed at that as Makoto and Ami move to join Usagi in nudity,
Rei forgoeing that for the moment to toss the sheet aside and pull Usagi's head more
tightly to her breast. "That means you get to pick the first game tonight, Usa-chan!"
she beamed down at the girl, who lifted her head to grin wickedly at her friends.