Posted by Clemstra on March 08, 2005 at 00:28:45:
Copyright 2003 Clemstra
Serving Today - by Clemstra
Mr. Fine sat down to interview his latest client. The woman
sitting in front of him was in her early forties. Pale skin,
to pale. Her meeting with him indicated approaching death.
Her yellow blonde hair shined with a vigor that could almost
hid the pallor of her skin. Skin that should have been a
healthy pink. Her lips were a nice pink from lipstick, but
underneath he was willing to bet her lips were pale.
She was about 5'5, excellent bone structure for weight gain.
Her blue eyes showed some yellow. He'd wager it was a blood
poisoning problem, or kidney failure. That would cause the
impurities in the blood to build up. It would explain her
slight heavy breathing. gases building up that should be
filtered out automatically. Such conditions were not kind,
the deaths neither easy nor painless. She had very nice breasts
under her silken blouse. He estimated her breast size was about
36 D. She'd probably dressed just for this meeting. She seemed
the type that probably preferred casual to formal dress.
It was hard to see what her thighs, legs or buttocks were like
under her long skirt. She'd obviously started to loose
weight. Her weight loss was recent and sudden, her slightly
loose skin on the back of her hand showed as much. In his own
mind, he could see her as a beautiful oven roast. Her pale
skin baked to golden perfection, a smile on her face, her
features relaxed.
"Ms. Aventis" he smiled and stood to shake her hands. Her hand
felt cold to his touch.
"Please call me Tabitha." She smiled sweetly at him. She took
out some paperwork and handed it to him. It was a workup showing
she was in the midst of kidney failure and would die without a
transplant.
"I assume a transplant is not possible?" He looked closely wondering
if it was a matter of money or availability.
"My blood type is extremely rare, my tissue type rarer."
"Coffee," he offered.
"At this point my body has trouble handling any food. Though I
understand facilities such as yours, have a diet for fattening that
is made especially for kidney malfunction?"
"Yes, we can help you digest, gain weight, all without the pain and
difficulties your currently experiencing. But only for a month to
a month and a half."
She showed him the certificate of terminal health, along with a
certificate of suicide for medical reasons.
"Did you wish to sell your body to us or have you a private affair in
mind?"
"I think I'd like to check on what you offer, the facilities, what's
involved first." She smiled shyly.
"Of course, let me show you the facilities, what we can offer, what
ah...methods we can offer for your end and services if you so wish."
"It would be a private affair. I'd pay you fully, rather then selling
all or part of my body. I'd rather my family and friends eat my
body, then total strangers."
"Well, I'll also detail costs for the services offered." He'd hoped
she might consider their special offer for friends and family. Namely,
Serving Today offered a private room for friends and family along with
a meal, part of which was from the deceased. The rest of the deceased
was sold on the menu to others. This way she and her family would get
a free funeral, even some monetary compensation while the restaurant
still made a profit, offering her body to customers. Still, if she
had the money and wanted to pay, they had several plans to offer.
He detailed the prices as they walked back to the hospice/fattening
rooms.
"Each room has a nice bed made of special material. The bed fits to
your body and massages you gently. This assures a sound sleep and
helps any physical conditions, while aiding in tenderizing. Of the
month and a half you have, at least two of those weeks you could still
be fairly active. I presume you would not live here full time for
at least two weeks?"
"Correct, I'd like to do a few things, set some things straight. I'd
come here every evening to sleep unless some other plan was made..."
She left off on the last sentence. He assumed Tabitha had a boyfriend.
That she hoped he might invite her to stay over for a few nights during
those two weeks.
"After that?" He needed to ask so as to offer a full range of
options.
"After that, I'll need much more care and would probably stay full
time here. Visiting hours are?"
"We offer an open visiting schedule as long as they check in and do not
bother others in their rooms. Likewise, we must insist you get your
needed rest."
"Of course," she said it accepting the reality of her weakened condition.
"Each room has carpet that is very well padded, just in case you were to
fall."
Tabitha smiled with humor, "So the carpet is like another mattress?"
He returned her smile, "Of course. We don't want you bruising or
injuring yourself."
They walked down the corridor to the underground beneath the public
and business nature of Serving Today. "Each room has a private bathroom,
cable television with cable plus channels, ESPN, Starz and Encore. If
you want HBO, Showtime, or Cinemax channels that would be extra."
"How much more would that be for a month and a half." He could see
she was calculating costs, seeing what she could get with what she had
set aside after paying off her bills, leaving something to friends,
family, bequests and perhaps tips for those who would care for her
in the end.
"The extra cable for the full package over a month and a half would be
$240.00. With that you also have satellite and local radio, AM/FM,
the works."
"All rooms have their own private bathrooms. Each bathroom has a safe
shower and toilet. All residents can use one of several rec rooms,
two swimming pools, several hot tubs. You may socialize as you chose,
as long as it doesn't harm you."
"We offer a library of books, books on tape and books that can be
downloaded via the internet. If there is something we do not have that
you want, we can contact the public library or you can purchase it
via the internet for delivery here."
She nodded understanding.
"Here we have the corridors for those staying with us till the end. You
can choose a women only corridor room, or a woman and man area. If
you and any other guest wish to ah, have a relationship during your
time here, that is of course strictly between you and them."
"I'd like the woman only area with male attendants please." She seemed
to brighten as she told him. He could guess Tabitha had been recommended
by a prior client.
"Were you perhaps recommended?" He watched her reaction. Her face had
a slight rush of blood.
"Yes, my friend Monica two years ago. She had an inoperable tumor. She
was here for two months. I visited her almost every day and was greatly
impressed with her comfort and positive emotional state. The funeral
you gave her was a living funeral. She was able to talk with us, we
hugged her, we were able to watch and make certain her death was a
good one. She was even able to have herself prepared via the recipe
she and your chefs had decided on together. It was lovely, very
touching." She smiled happily.
He could guess that her friend Monica had made a few private
arrangements with her care givers and the chef. He remembered now,
Monica had reserved her cunt steak and certain other portions of
herself, for the three men who had cared for her. You don't do
that for people unless they have come to mean something to you.
Well, if guests and care givers made private arrangements and all
parties were happy, that was fine.
The cardinal rule was that the GUESTS be kept HAPPY! Happy people
were healthy people. They were better fattened, and more tender.
Happy people were happy customers and also made excellent eating,
which made those that ordered and ate them happy. That is if they
were selling their body at the end to Serving Today. Tabitha
wanted, and was willing to pay for a private funeral party and being
cared for before hand with all the extra's. Hey, when you only
have a month or so to live, why not enjoy it fully?
"Is there a Mr. Aventis," he asked wondering?
"He died a few years ago." She seemed suddenly somber. "It's just
my children, family and friends." They were quiet as he showed
her the different rooms and options available beyond the standard
package.
"Daily massages are a part of the process, sometimes more then once
a day. We will tailor your diet to the condition of your health,
comfort and to better increase your weight and meat condition.
Clothing is optional. You may choose to wear clothing or not in your
quarters. Outside in the rec rooms, break rooms and such, we ask that
you wear some standard clothing. We provide the clothing if you are
unable to bring your own. Swim suites are provided for the swimming
pools. There are nude only times if you wish to swim nude. Loose
clothing is best, comfortable wear. We understand if you wish some
fancier attire for visitors. We request you only use make up we
provide you. We have a shop of purely organic makeup, and other
accessories...these are provided free of charge to a certain
point. Above a certain amount, we then charge for supplies."
"Understood, I like the quarters and facilities. How much will all
of this cost with most of the extra's for one and a half months?"
"$55,000, that would also cover the funeral, the memorials made
from your bones and hair, and the other essentials you mentioned."
He waited to see her response. She smiled happily.
"My insurance should easily cover that, pay off all my bills and
still leave enough for a small inheritance, beyond my property for
friends and family. I'd even have some to give as a tip or gift
bequest to people here. Perhaps a gift for some deserving man
or woman in need, to have the same options when their time comes."
"About the method at the end?"
"What are the options," she asked?
"A slow hot tub simmer, baking, any slow increase in heat will give
a comfortable and painless death. You'd just fall asleep, then
unconscious, then death. Your family and friends could be there to
talk to you and comfort you. After that, when your dead we could do
the rest of the preparation. Or after saying goodbye you could
publicly or in the kitchen, have your veins cut. It would be
done in a warm tub of water. You'd have soft music, some wine,
a nice relaxant and an opiate drug or some hypnosis. Painless,
you'd fall unconscious quickly."
"Anything that puts you in a good mood. Then it's a quick death. You
never even realize your dead, until it's over with. A quick cut to
your throat, a quick blow on the back of the head. Certain pressure
points administered in a nice neck or head massage would render you
unconscious or dead. If you have a favorite fantasy we can always
discuss it. we endeavor to satisfy your needs, especially as you're
the paying customer."
"As my blood type is rare, doctors had recommended something called a
slow and easy bleeding?"
"Ah, yes they would. We provide a nice soft surface for you to lie
down upon - cushions. You dress up, have your hair fixed up. We play
your favorite music and your friends and family are there to support
you and say their good-byes. We put a skin pain killing solution on
your ankle to deaden any pain you might feel. A needle is skillfully
inserted into one of your veins in the ankle. Or we can insert the
needle on your neck. The blood is drained slowly. As you are a rare
blood type, we would purify and donate the blood to a hospital to
save lives. It takes an hour before you lose consciousness, and a
little while after that for you die. It's very sedate, comfortable
and there is no pain. It's as if you are slowly falling asleep, which
in fact will occur before you go under and die."
"That sounds nice. I don't want friends or family to be distressed.
I want them to have good memories of me, not to remember me suffering."
"I can guarantee, we can accomplish that easily. Have you thought of
how you would like your body prepared for the funeral feast?"
"Umm, thought I might inquire if your chef has any ideas." She smiled
a pleasant half smile. No doubt about it, her friend had told her
much about their head chef and his passions.
"That would be fine. Well I have some paper work for you to fill out
and we can choose your quarters and prepare everything for your
residence."
They shook hands, she was smiling, relaxed as the weight of so much
responsibility had been lifted from her. Serving Today had made it
easier for her. That was one of the reasons for Serving Today a
hospice, funeral home and eatery all in one. Specializing in cannibal
funerals and for those who could not afford hospice care or a funeral,
Serving Today simply purchased their body for the dining of it's
customers. Thus, even the poorest could have excellent care and living
conditions at the end of their lives. A fine funeral and after the
ceremonies to say farewell to their dearly departed, the body was
disposed of not by burial or cremation, but by being served on the
menu of Serving Today.
She left and Mr. Fine went to check on some of those guests who were
in the final stages. In one room an elderly couple was making love
in a hot tub. Though elderly their love making was noisy and made
him smile. They had lived well together, would die in joy and
pleasure together. Going together in whatever lay after death. Their
health wasn't the best, but Serving Today had been able to give them
optimal health in the last days of their life. Now they were making
love. They had said their good-byes, in a lovely living funeral to
their family. After they were done making love and fell asleep the
temperature of the hot tub would be raised ever so slightly, every
fifteen minutes. The couple would slip unaware into unconsciousness,
then death. They would make a fine stew for serving on the menu.
The menu already had them on it as loving couple stew.
In the kitchen a beautiful woman of Hindu descent, was leisurely lying
in a pan, being prepared for the oven. Her long dark hair had been
removed and her bald head gleamed with oil and seasonings, as she lay
back on a bed of vegetables in the pan. She had been given an opiate
that would flavor her flesh while relaxing her. She'd go into a cold
oven that would be gradually heated. She would listen to soothing
music, fall asleep and die easily without fear or pain. Then they'd
turn the oven up and bake her fully. A party had already reserved
her for a feast. Such a shame, she was only twenty five, but fatal
conditions and illness knew no favorites.
In festivities hall five, a woman of thirty five was finished with
her living funeral. She was being rolled into the kitchen for
initial preparation. She wanted to be slow roasted over a deep
pit of hot coals. Not really painful, but they coated her first
with a temporary pain killer for her skin, just to be certain. She
would be marinated, tied to a spit, basted and they would put her
on for the slow roast. The chef would keep her company as she
slow roasted. Her friends and family would return later that
night to say a final goodbye while she still lived, and then eat
her when she was done. She was enjoying her end. She'd enjoyed
her last month here, despite the cancer that was killing her.
As he continued to watch they removed her hair and soaked her
nails in disolvent. She laughed as she realized she no
longer had nails. The chef apparently had a special goodbye
for her. He opened his pants to show an erection. She lay
down, spreading her legs for him to enter her.
"Do I look tasty?" She asked him with a intense look.
The chef proceeded to work his hands over her body, commenting
on how tender and smooth she was. He entered her, they moaned
and gripped one another tightly. He told her how delicious she
would be as he came in pleasure within her. Mr. Fine smiled
to himself. He'd suspected as much. No wonder most of the
female clientele requested this chef. To say he was attached
to his work was putting it mildly.
The Chef washed her after wards, massaged her and then tied her
comfortably but securely to the spit. He proceeded to baste her,
her body gleaming, her nipples erect. The Chef purposefully
lingered on certain parts of her body in basting. She came to
another climax by being basted. She joked about having an
apple stuffed in her mouth. The chef laughed, but Mr. Fine could
see it was hard on him. He'd obviously become attached to her.
This wasn't the first time this Chef had that happen either.
Not a good thing in this line of work. One's clients were after
all, terminal. Whether they died with assistance or not, they
would still die. This way they at least died in comfort, sometimes
in extreme pleasure. Mr. Fine watched as several others helped
the Chef carry her out to the coal pit. The Chef would sit by
her as she roasted. Leisurely talking to her and occasionally
basting her body as she roasted.
In kitchen six a man was being prepared by female chefs, by his
request. He had wanted if possible to be served to an all female
party. Serving today had found just such a party of women, all
willing to pay well to dine on him. He looked in excellent condition.
You would hardly believe this was a man dying of progressive heart
failure.
Next to the man was Ms. Lough. She was naked, lying on a cushion.
Her curly blonde hair in ringlets was tied up so as not to be
stained by what would happen next. They could sell her hair to
a wig maker. Her hair would fetch a high price. They would save
a few of the ringlets for her family as remembrances of her.
They had tilted her head back toward a sink as several of her
male care takers stroked her, comforting her, eased her into a
deep sleep. When they were certain she was in a deep sleep,
they took a sharp knife and quickly cut her throat. She started
to bleed into a pail in the sink. They would make blood pudding
from her blood. As she bleed to death, she neither blinked or
moaned. Not once did she stir. She was dying unaware of it.
Her last moments had been of being massaged gently into sleep.
Once dead, they took her body to carve up for the menu. She had sold
her body to the restaurant in exchange for good care and a nice
funeral. The living funeral in which her family had said goodbye
to her had been a few hours before. They could truthfully tell the
family, she hadn't suffered. She had been dying of a progressive
nerve condition. It wasn't threatening to those eating her flesh,
and her meat was of excellent quality. The diners at Serving
Today would have no complaints. He could see them carve off her
breasts and put them on plates. Apparently some of her would go
on the buffet table.
Mr. Fine went to the quarters that concerned him most. In the
quarters for the highest paying clients, or the most important,
was his wife. Employees were given special plans for themselves
and their families. She was soundly asleep, her complexion pale
from the lack of blood cells in her body. They were giving her
artificial oxigizers to help her breath. The oxigizers helped,
but her immune system was attacking her. Serving Today had helped
his beautiful Celeste with last month of her life. She'd been
treated well and he'd seen to her massages and much of her care
himself.
Her bodies ability to sustain itself was at an end. This
week, friends and family would be visiting her every day
when she was able to receive them. This Saturday they would
say goodbye to her, then eat her flesh. Mr. Fine didn't
want to say goodbye. He'd have given anything not to lose her.
If they didn't have children, he'd have tried to get a certificate
of suicide himself and gone out with her. Perhaps like the elderly
couple in a love stew. But they did have children, and they're
children would now need him more then ever. He didn't know how
they would go on without her. He went over and lay down on the
bed beside her, careful not to awaken her. She needed her sleep.
This weekend he would say goodbye. They would make love one last
time and he would help her into a form fitting oven. They would
raise the temperature to make her comfortable, talk with her and
tell how much they loved her till she went to sleep for the last
time, never to awaken. Then they would open the oven to clean
her out, stuff her and say a prayer as they cooked her dead
body. They would eat her body and hope she would be in a
better place.
It was so little, so futile, but what else can one do? Death
is no respector of virtue, or class or love. He'd seen so many
people touched with incurable conditions. He'd never thought
a member of his own family would be one. It was as it had
been in the earliest traditions of cannibalistic funerals. An
attempt to keep something of your loved ones with you. To keep
their bodies from decay and from other predators. But in the
end you still said goodbye.
He embraced his sleeping wife, taking in her earthy smell. The
sweet scent of her hair, the sound of her breathing, her softness.
He went to sleep by her, not wanting to think that she was dying
even as he embraced her. Not wanting to think that in just a
week she would be dead, and the family would eat her earthly
remains. They would use the recipe she gave them. Another
way to honor her. He couldn't be certain, but as he fell
into sleep he thought he heard her ask him, "will I taste good
do you think?"
Half asleep and wanting to dream of her being healthy, to
dream of a world where he and the children would not have to
say goodbye, he none the less answered. "Yes my love, you'll
be the most savory of dishes."