Pass the Ketchup dear! - Sex Stories

Pass the Ketchup dear!

... screamed in frustration, rocking from side to side. He felt a rope slip and rocked some more. Another rope loosened and he felt a thrill as his bonds released and he rolled off the bed with a thump. Confused, he looked down to see that his legs were missing from below his buttocks. He tried to reach down to feel the stumps, only to discover that his arms were also missing. What the hell had they done to him? What we’re going to do to him? He thought, "May as well do a head count then!" Kate and Jim entered the room to find Paul on the floor. Unsure as to whether he was laughing or crying, Jim lifted him back onto the bed and tied him back down again. "It's horrible feeling helpless, isn't it?" Kate asked Paul. "Not able to even help yourself out of trouble? That's what it's been like for the ones you've kept under your grubby little thumb for the last few years you maggot! "Poor Bill! A big man like that reduced to tears because of your bullying, you should be ashamed of yourself! And Julie! I've seen the pictures of her that you sent to her boyfriend from your phone; it's no wonder nobody's heard from her since. What you did to me, and probably others too, is unforgivable. "But we're going to forgive and forget. That's why we're throwing a party tomorrow. A barbeque actually; and you're the guest of honour." "She says guest." Jim added. "Actually, you're the main course!" The colour drained from Paul's face as Kate applied the syringe to his neck and he drifted away to ...

... the sound of sharpening knives. A smell like cooking pork wafted in through the open window. Paul could see a garden full of people he knew and some he didn't. He'd been propped up under the window and a crude periscope was attached to his head; allowing him to see, but not be seen. He could turn his head slightly and scan the party, but the movement was restricted. With the window open he could also hear what was going on. Many people were complimenting Jim on his cooking; how tender and tasty the meat was, and asking him where he bought it from. Replying that it was a trade secret, it took Paul a few minutes to realise that the meat was him. He chuckled, feeling happy that these unsuspecting people were enjoying just how delicious he was, not realising that he was pumped full of morphine that Kate had liberated from the hospice storeroom with Paul's code and key. He heard footsteps climbing the stairs and a female voice that wasn't Kate's. Heart jumping, he tried to call out, but only made a vague whistling noise. His mouth was still sealed shut and he felt the mask still on his head, but he couldn't make a noise loud enough to be heard by himself, let alone anyone else. Mary jiggled the doorknob and was surprised to find it locked. She knew that Kate kept her toys in this room, she was feeling frisky and all the men here were off limits, including her husband, who was busy flirting with Kate's workmates. Frustrated, she felt the top of the door jamb and found the key. She ...