Becky Finds Kink Everywhere

The Canadian Government is a bunch of dicks. Ever seen how they sell cigarettes? Very dickish. They made this. Don't watch it if you have a weak stomach...



Awful isn't it? Horrific. That image will be burned into your mind for days.

Those of you that know me know what comes next.... come on. Say it. You know it. I can wait.....

... Ready?

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Kitchen Safety
By Venus R Becky

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"I am the Sous Chef here. In a year, I will be head chef," Rachael Crockery, the Sous Chef said to the noob kitchen assistant . She shook her head. The new ones always annoyed her so much. "See this, I got an amazing fiance. I'm marrying him in two weeks," she said holding up her finger with an impressive engagement ring on it. "He's the head chef's son. I will pretty much own this place after that, OK?"

"Yea, but," Toni Flay tried to speak up to her new boss, but on her first day it was a little hard.

"But what? Look, I am sick of you fresh out culinary school rookies telling me how to run a kitchen. What do you want to complain about? Hm?" Rachael asked giving a long, hard, and bitter stare at the new girl. Like most veteran chefs, she had a temp in the kitchen and did put up with anything, especially from a noob like this Tanya...or Tammy, or whatever her name was.

"This uniform doesn't feel very..." she began, but trailed off not knowing what to say.

"Doesn't feel very what? Look, this is what the pros wear. Its not just about Five Star food, but efficiency, style and attitude," she said in a voice like she was giving a lecture to a child. "We wear nothing under our white chef coats because it helps us move faster and deal with the heat. And we don't button them so they don't restrict our movement." She opened her coat and showed off her body, nude and glistening with sweat. Her breasts perky and modest, and her pussy perfectly shaved. Her body was fit and lean. The noob next to her was dressed the same, but she was shorter and a bit pudgier, but it helped to fill out the young blond woman's ass and tits well.

"Yea, but," Toni tried to speak up again.

"Shut up and listen," Racheal had none of it. "We wear the high heels," she said sticking her leg out of her white jacket. She wore a shiny black four inch pump, the same as the noob and every other chef in the place. "For style. And if you can't get that through your thick little skull, you will never get attitude. And you're on dish duty until you figure it out."

"But what about safety? I mean, this isn't very safe for a kitchen," Toni finally pointed out.

"What the fuck do you know? I've been doing this for fucking years and you walk in on your first day and give me a little lecture on safety? I don't think so bitch. No go wash the fucking pans before I kick her ass out of her," Rachael screamed back at the noob. She had had enough and turned around to leave. "And I don't want to hear another word out you silly coooOOWW!" She yelled as her heel hit a spot of grease as she went flying backward, head over heels. She landed head down and waist deep in the Cake Mixer and Maker Machine.

Toni watched as the woman's legs waved in the air. Her jacket had fallen down to expose her ass. Toni looked around to see if anyone else had cared. The other chefs seemed to be going about their business like nothing had happened. Toni stepped closer to the machine. It was round, about three feet in diameter. The automatic lid was up and the control panel was blinking "Prep." Toni hesitated to grab the woman out, but as she reached for the legs, she was interrupted.

"Where is Rachael?" a man interrupted Toni just before her rescue. He was young, about Rachael's age and in an expensive black suit. Toni meekly pointed to the legs waving in the air. "Dam it, I keep warning about safety hazards. You think after four years back here she would have learned to walk in heels!" He reached for the legs and firmly grabbed the black heels pulling them off her feet. "Here, take these back to the supply closet when you get a chance."

Toni took the shoes and put them down on a nearby shelf. She was intrigued about how this man was behaving. He was the owner and head chef's son. He was the one who hired her after all. Her eyes grew a little wide as she watched the man's hand reach for the control panel, and the large green button. He did not even hesitate pushing it. And the lid began to close. The man guided Rachael's legs into the machine as the lid closed on top of them. She seemed to fight a little more, but his grip was too firm and too strong to stop from being forced inside.

"Ummm, but what about Sous Chef? Shouldn't we pull her out?" Toni asked in a curious but meek tone.

"I always warned her about safety. Pay attention though, you should know how this works. It's an automated Girl Cake Maker. Rachael should have added a girl in before, but tonight will have to be a double. Over here is your control panel. Make sure to read the instructions first. Stay away from moving parts. Only Add Girls During the Prep Stage. If you add the girls after Prep, the cakes will be lumpy and might have a nipple or worse a pussy on them," he says tapping the control panel, it now said Flavor Mix. "Right now it is adding in the flavors, chocolate, cherry, strawberry, from these containers," he gestured to some containers hanging next to the machine with tubes running to the top of the lid. "It does it all automated. The cakes will come out on the other side, down the short conveyor. It pours a perfect cake into each pan. You just need to take them and move them to the oven. Understand?"

"I think so..." she said as she looked at the machine as it switched to Blend mode. She sounded a bit more professional now, and confident that someone was explaining things to her in a reasonable manner.

"Good, you won't believe the hours this thing saves us on Prep work. We get twice the number of cakes in no time. And we can still say Baked on Premises," he smiled to the new girl. "Oh, I almost forgot. Don't normal do this, it could be dangerous," he told her as he it a button, the machine stopped churning for a moment and the lid lifted.

Inside, Rachael's head popped out of the batter. Her hair was matted down with batter, and her entire was face was covered except for her eyes. It was clear she had eaten some, willing or not, as it poured out of her mouth. "Oh thank god Matt! I though you were going let this thing finish!" she screamed out as she saw him reach down toward her.

"Don't want polyester cheesecake, do we?" he said pulling out her white coat from the batter mix. "Drop this in the laundry. Thanks Toni." He smiled to her again and Toni nodded, blushing a little.

Rachael's eyes grew wide wish shock. "Dam it Matt! What the fuck! I'm melting in here! I can't feel my legs anymore! Don't let it take my pussy! We're suppose to married in two weeks! You can't fucking do this to me! I'm to important to be fucking cake!s HEY! LISTEN TO ME! STOP PAYING ATTENTION TO THAT TART!" she screamed at him as the lid came down and clicked. The Blend mode quickly resumed. It was hard to hear the muffled cried as the machine picked up speed. Soon it was finishing up, and swirled cheesecakes began to flow down the converyor, one at a time. Each cake had a face of it. All of them Chef Rachael. The face was mixed in the chocolate swirl, almost like an illusion that made for a great effect. Each face was different, some looked surprised, others fearful. A few even had a look of lust and one toward the end was angry.

"So take care of the cake, and listen to the head chef and you should do great hear Toni. Oh and make sure to test one. A good chef should always know what the food in the kitchen tastes like," Matt said as he smiled to her. "Anymore questions?"

"Just one," she said pulled a cake off the belt. Rachael's large engagement ring in the middle. The diamond sticking up. "So I hear you're single now?"

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When I thought of the ending, I pictured the theme from Curb Your Enthusiasm playing. Not sure why. I think that music just caps an odd scene well. It was short and rushed, but what it needed to get done it had to be. I didn't think the character's had time to taste the food. And it would have ruined the surprise of the accident's acceptance if the Chef Rachael cursed at an ingredient girl on the counter. And to keep the perspective of Toni and the idea of Rachael being gone I couldn't really describe what was happening to her inside much. But I think it still works.

Not bad for an hour and half and a really creepy video.

Your thoughts?