Andrea is Served

"No deal!" the three tigers shouted in unison. One of the tigers pushed Andrea forward onto a rock slab, and the leader gave a command. "Now cram an apple into her mouth and stop listening to her!" he exclaimed. "I swear, we're going to eat this one! No deals!"

The larger of the tigers peeled off Andrea's corset and panties, letting the jiggling girl's bosom shake forward. "Please, at least fatten me up first - I'm scrawny - There won't be enough of me to go around!" One of the tigers pushed an apple into her mouth, silencing her, while the other seasoned her up with sage, salt, and pepper. The leader bound her wrists and ankles with wet pasta noodles. After the girl struggled for fifteen minutes, they filled a large shallow pan with vinegar and lifted her into it. Andrea tried to spit out her apple and escape the pan, but each time they forced her back in. Andrea marinaded, being turned every half hour.

The tiger that was expert with ingredients figured seven minutes per pound, and he was right on target. Smothered with garlic and basted every fifteen minutes, they agreed that Andrea had been well worth the trouble.

"Have another steak," the leader said to the first one. He picked up the serving fork and carving knife. "Pass your plate. Gravy?"

"Oh, yes, please." The tiger patted his lips with a silk napkin, cut from Andrea's corset. "That princess gave a tough fight, but she was a very tender woman," the first one said.

The second one nodded, mouth full. "Of course, that vinegar marinade does wonders," he added. "Are there any more ribs?"

The leader sighed regretfully. "No. I'm afraid that was the end of Andrea."

1. The End!

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