Posted by Clemstra on March 13, 2005 at 23:45:58:
Copyright 2004 - Clemstra
Getting Dinner - by Clemstra
I woke up coughing, fluid in my lungs. My nipples
were hard but they stung as if on fire. Thinking
was dis-jointed. My brain seemed to backfire,
leaving me wondering what I had been doing a few
seconds earlier. Pain in the joints, my stomach
growled, the pain of my nipples spread in waves
to the rest of my breasts. There was no more
food in the larder. It was time to go out.
The underground broadcast came in clear and crisp.
The anti survivalist had failed to block it. Now
much of the America's knew what was going on.
Loud, clear - Africa was free and had been so
for some time. The Marxist slavers, Arab supremists,
all the little terrorists, supremicists, hate
groups, it didn't matter what they called themselves.
It didn't matter what they claimed - no matter - they
were anti survivalists. They were cancers intent on
total eradication.
I finished washing my hair with bottled water.
Without electricity, my long hair would just
have to dry on it's own. For the first
time in a while I'd bathed. With clean hair
teeth, and body, I dressed in something
attractive. Being attractive was usually
a death sentence. Being anything, just
being alive was good enough reason for
anti survivalists to attack and kill.
In Africa they had failed and been wiped out. The
Africans had freed Portugal, and Spain. Italy
had broken free and helped free Greece. They
said that they'd hung till dead, wiped out to
the last man and woman the anti survivalists
in Greece, Africa, Spain, Portugal and Italy.
I looked at myself in candle light. I looked good,
blonde hair gleaming with soft light. My pink skin
looked soft, not as plump as I wished, but it would
have to do. My baby blue eyes were clear. I put
Vaseline on my lips to give them a nice gleam.
My vagina burned in as if on fire. I concentrated
to ignore the pain.
In England the traitor queen had fled. The
remaining royals, with their government of murder
had been overthrown. Most now hung from lamps at
street corners throughout the UK. They had burned
all the false temples to Satan, Dolcette, The
Aryan Nations, it didn't matter what they called
themselves...they had lost.
The survivors would be rounded up to stand trial for
crimes against humanity.
I adjusted my bra to uplift, displaying large
breasts, making certain the erect nipples stood
out. The mounds of soft flesh on the upper portions
well displayed. My nails were clean, well polished.
In Japan 90 percent of all men had been put to
death. They had ruled, killed and destroyed
the majority of citizens who were women. The
tables has turned.
My legs and thighs looked soft. I appeared
helpless, sexy and fine. My legs were smooth,
hairless. I packed extra clothing in case
things got messy.
In most Arab nations the same had occurred. one
had to wonder when things were settled, if any United
Nations would gain equal rights for men in Japan
or Arab countries after the atrocities.
I stepped out into the streets. The chill made
my nipples harden. The smell of decay and
death was every where. My breasts bounced
with each step. My stomach growled with pin
pricks of pain.
There is hope now. Even in the USA there were
freed territories. I hadn't known that before.
The Anti Survivalists had blocked most forms
of news. But now Radio Freedom blared loud
and clear.
I saw two members of one of the groups. They had
a young thirteen year old, thin, dirty and
desperate as she struggled. She was doing her
best to kill them before they took her down.
The days of helpless innocence were long gone.
One of the women was trying to hit the girl with a
electric prod to stun her into submission. I picked
up a rock, throwing it at the one with the electric
prod. It hit her squarely in the arm, the prod
dropped.
They were fighting in Canada, in South America, in
Australia and in the USA. The Anti Survivalists
had shit on the bill of rights, destroyed all hope,
mocking us as they took away every joy in life.
I shouted to the girl, "Run." She didn't run,
she attacked the fatter woman, ripping her throat
out with a small knife. The loss was depressing.
Such a waste of life. All that soft fat flesh now
carrion. I had little feelings for the woman herself.
She'd wasted her life, worse she'd been one of
those screwing it up for everyone else. Perhaps
in death at least a ghoul might benefit from her.
Her one contribution in this world, carrion for
the ghouls.
Kansas was free. The people had killed the
serial killer parachuters, ripping them to
shreds with their bare hands.
I ran closing the gap to block the other woman
from getting the thirteen year old. The girl
quickly took the electronic prod and fled with
it...a new weapon for the war of survival.
The news said when the UK was free, Scotland and
Ireland were next. It said the Africans were
coming to fight in South America. That the
Italians, Germans and the French planned on
coming to set the USA free.
"Stupid whore," the other woman shouted. "You
messed with The Society." She considered how
easy I looked. She wasn't the plumpest, but
she'd do for now. Her freckled face considered
taking me. I made it easy by pretending to be
easy prey.
"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded.
She licked her lips in anticipation of what she
and her society members would do to me before
killing me, then eating my flesh.
I heard for the first time in years, sounds of
celebration from Central Park. It was a challenge
to the anti survivalists who had made the city of
New York a living Hell for over a decade.
I didn't want to loose her as I'd lost her
companion. I had no choice, unlike her and
her fellow anti survivalists. I had to do
this for survival.
There were sounds of gunfire. Anti survivalist
groups started shooting the children who had
managed to survive. Most children had survived
by going underground, or forming gangs for
defense. They fought back, as did others.
Open warfare erupted in the streets of New York.
She grabbed my wrist, I was easy prey after all.
Her breasts shifted as she did so, she had a firm
grip. Good, her strength was something to be
prized.
Philadelphia PA was free the radio said. The
people had killed their killers. They had started
attacking death camps throughout PA.
"Your coming with me bitch." She had a firm
grip on me. Excellent, that meant she wouldn't
be able to untangle fast enough. I could smell
the juices of her cunt, the thought of killing
others excited her.
Pangs of hunger hit harder, my brain sputtered
like car on bad gas. I needed something to eat.
I unhooked my claws, injecting her just enough
to paralyze.
Her eyes grew wide in fear. "Monster" she hissed as
she started to fall.
"Your kind made me this way. Unlike YOU, I
had NO CHOICE," I hissed back at her.
I caught her as she fell, moving toward a dark alley.
She could no longer move, but she could see, hear
and understand everything that was happening to her.
"You'll excuse me if I eat you here, I'm famished."
I ripped off her blouse, her nipples looked like
the center of light pink roses. her flesh was soft
with freckles. The iris's of her eyes showed fear as
my tongue licked, tasted her. I sunk my teeth into
her right breast, hungrily consuming the flesh.
The smooth texture of the creamy fat of her breasts,
mixed with the smooth flesh of her skin, her aureole a
juicy morsel.
I consumed her other breast more slowly. Her hazel
eyes reflected horror. She felt no pain. None
of her victims had been as lucky.
I consumed the flesh of her upper arms, my salvia
stopped her bleeding. She'd eaten well on the flesh
of victimized women and little girls. Now I consumed
her.
Her rump had a good muscle to fat ratio. Her thighs
had smooth tasty skin over well toned muscles. Her
calves had more muscle, no problem for my teeth to
chew upon. I prefer chewing rather then just biting
hunks of flesh off. The still living, breathing flesh
has so much more nutrient.
Her vagina was juicy, though she'd obviously used
drugs recently and smoked a cigar. The drugs and
cigar gave a slight bitterness to her vaginal lips.
The flesh of her stomach was smooth, the layer
of fat underneath a perfect contrast, there was
a joining of flavors. She was still very much
alive as I bit into her neck. My tongue shot
tiny tendrils up into her brain.
I drained her of spinal and brain fluid. She
was dead now. Her body had started to collapse,
drained of binding amino acids from her tissues.
Too bad the other one had been killed by the girl.
The other one had been the societies cook, a nice
fat one.
They killed us, they styled themselves as monsters,
and created real monsters in the process. Now
the survivors kill them. I'm a survivor.
They did what they did just to destroy. I have no
choice but to feed. They made me this way in
The Year of Terror. I feel it only fair that
I in turn feed on those who created me.
After all, unlike them I AM A PREDATOR. I intend
to survive. Like all predators I feed on the
weak, the maimed, the diseased. Which pretty
much describes the anti survivalists. If
nothing else, their killing of humanity is a
threat to me. What is a predator without prey?
I leave what's left of her body to rot with the
rest of the dead bodies in alley. The pain has
stopped, I'm so much better now. My stomach
thanks me for eating what was needed.
I'm in luck, several other women from the
society are looking for victims. I quickly
remove my clothing. It has some blood on it
so It's thrown away - rags in the littered
alley. I put on the clothing brought for a
change. The new outfit is also skimpy to
make me appear defenseless. I had hoped for
a nice muscle bound male to eat, but they
will do for now.
They see me, I've gained some weight from the last
feast. Once they're subdued, they can be put into
storage with preserving venom. There are four
healthy looking anti survivalist. I smile at
them with what looks like innocence.
Typical of their kind they don't even think how
innocence might have survived. They come to take
and rape me. To take me away for others of their kind
to do the same before murdering me.
They have no idea they are about to become part of
the food chain.
I hear screams from the park. The women are coming
close, I smell their flesh and my hunger stirs. To
bad their anti survivalist group is only female.
My pussy cries out for a man right now. Maybe
after putting these four away I might find a male.
Some male flesh would go nicely as breakfast in bed.
Nature has a way of working out. Life finds ways
to adapt and survive. A nice vibrating warmth
spreads over my body. Life is good once more.
Dead decayed bodies litter the streets. No one but
them and I remain. It won't be hard to drag them
back to my current abode.
The four should provide food for some time. I make
certain they see my fine large breasts.
"Hello, I seem to be lost. Can you help me?"
They smile, no idea they are about to be the feast,
not the feasters. Life is good!