Posted by Clemstra on September 16, 2004 at 14:04:56:
copyright 2003 Clemstra
Three For Dinner - by Clemstra
Elizabeth was walking home from the grocery store
when she saw the poor woman. A nice young African
American of about 16 to seventeen years of age,
running in panic. Behind her were several other
young women chasing her, yelling taunts and threats
of physical violence. Elizabeth put her leg out,
tripping the 3 women chasing the first. They fell
to the ground with muffled curses.
"Old woman, you shouldn't ought to have done that,"
said the apparent leader of this gang of young
women. "We was only gonna beat the shit out of
her, now we gonna beat you bloody old woman."
Elizabeth looked at them, "I see, then you have
had experience in harming others?"
"We're part of the Cobra's, you hear old lady, your
messin with a gang here," said one of them.
"Well then tell your GANG my address," she threw them
her card walking away as if they didn't exist.
"You'll pay for this old woman," one of them yelled.
This used to be such a nice neighborhood thought Elizabeth,
with nice people. They had always been a mixed ethnic
population, not wealthy but honest hard working men and
women. Some of the children still had that good moral
fiber, but others like those three young ladies did not.
The gang they ran with, she'd heard of them of course.
The Cobra's were in fact responsible for much of the
deterioration of this neighborhood, much of the crime and
a great deal of violence. They victimized so many, even
the prostitutes who were victims to begin with. All
of that would end soon thought Elizabeth, and such fine
timing too!
She called the others, letting them know what happened,
such an ideal opportunity. Within an hour they were all
visiting with her. Her friends like herself looked very
healthy for their age. Officially their age was 65,
in fact they were all far older. Her friends had come
just in time, for the gang member's showed up soon to
terrorize her.
"You shouldn'ta disrespected my ole lady," said a young man
of no more then 19 years of age. He dressed in loose clothing,
sloppy hair, he was pointing a gun towards her door.
The elderly men and women all took bottles, cans of beer
and wine coolers, proceeding to toss them out the windows
and doors at the gang of young men and women. The gang
members ducked, then noticing beer and wine coolers
grabbed as many as they could. Jeers from the gang let
them know what they thought of the old people while they
guzzled the brew. It was a weekday, most of Elizabeth's
neighbors were working save those like her who were retired.
Most of the retired had been terrorized into hiding, hopefully
that would end soon.
The threats of violence, taunts and jeers had stopped, it
was silent. Rodney looked at his watch. "This batch did
very well," he smiled at them.
"Shall we harvest them now," asked Elizabeth? The older
men and women walked out slowly, there was no hurry. Seven
young men, six young women lay on the ground. Their
breathing was even, their eyes filled with fear at their
inability to move. The muscle relaxant left them totally
helpless.
"A good harvest," commented Gerrold.
Fred removed car keys from the young men and women.
He, Lucy and Mark would drive the vehicles to an even
worse part of town. Other gangs would make short
work of the auto's, while the three would come back
with Rodney who'd follow them in his auto. They
didn't want the vehicles found abandoned in front of
Elizabeth's house. The other eight of Elizabeth's
friends moved the young men and women into the kitchen
to start preparing them.
Elizabeth looked at the young woman who had threatened
her earlier that day. "You know dear, if you had been
a nicer or more honest person this wouldn't be happening
to you," she told her. They removed the clothing from
the men and women carefully, putting them into the wash.
They would donate the clothing to the Salvation Army for
those that might be needy. They removed the hair from
their heads and bodies, then their toe and finger nails.
They washed them with a special permanent hair removing
cream Chastity had come up with, till they were clean
and hairless. Moving a panel Elizabeth turned a hidden
knob. One wall of the kitchen slid open to show the
larder. They checked the plumpness and quality of each,
deciding on two women and one man. The rest would go
into the larder.
They put six of the seven men in wrist and ankle
restraints in the larder. They made certain the
restraints were tight to allow no room for movement or
escape. They put a waste tube up the anus of each young
man. Some of the men showed fear, others anger. They
attached another tube to the penis of each man, putting
a feeding tube down their throats. They made certain
the tubes were secure. The one man and six women left
were allowed to watch their male friends put up into
the larder. They took the four women who were for the
larder, doing to them what they had done to the young
men with the exception of putting a tube up their urethra's.
Fred, Lucy, Mark and Rodney had come back in time to help
with preparing the three they'd selected for the evening meal.
It was only 11 Am, they had plenty of time to get them
done for the evening meal. They took the man and woman who
were a bit on the muscular side, deciding the crock pot
would make them nice and tender. Elizabeth opened the
covered and from the large spice cabinet she opened the panel,
bringing out a huge metal cauldron. Sharon and some of the
others had already given the man and women enema's,
cleaning them out nicely.
The three teens were uncomfortable, but not in any pain,
nor would they be. Elizabeth and her friends were
hungry predators, they were not sadistic. They were
in fact very good predators, dining on those that would
otherwise bring humanity down. They had eaten just last
week, several child molesters. Before that, some murderers
and this week and for weeks after some very violent gang
members. Like most smart predators, they benefited
their prey, without the prey, the predator was nothing.
If anything, humanity could probably use more of their kind
to rid itself of the murderers, the violent felons, the
molesters of the young and innocent. Even predators can do
only so much.
They put the better muscled man and woman in a large iron
pot, preparing them for dinner. Erica and Julio couldn't
believe this. They were buck naked, the hair and finger
nails removed from them, scrubbed clean. Strangely
there had been no pain when the creepy old men and
women had pulled them out. At first they thought these
creepy oldsters were into some weird S & M or kinky
sex, they hadn't raped or tortured them though. Instead
they put Erica and Julio in a huge black pot. They'd sat
them down in the bottom of the pot, pouring in warm water.
Erica had feared they would drown until the water had
stopped at chest level.
They couldn't see who of the old men and women was doing it,
but someone above was dumping sauce on them, diced onions,
carrots, salt, pepper, herbs, potatoes. They heard a man's
voice, "don't worry, you won't find it painful. We'll
raise the heat slowly. It will be like a hot tub or steam
room experience, rather nice actually. Eventually you'll
both feel sleepy, nod off and simply never wake up.
Happens all the time with hot tubs, you have no idea how
many people die from literally simmering to death each year.
They warn people not to be alone in a hot tub or drink
in a hot tub. Your body adjusts to slow increases of the
heat, unaware it's harmful, no pain at all. Oh, better
luck in your next lives."
A heavy lid was put on the pot, it was totally dark for
Erica and Julio in the pot. Erica could feel Julio's
feet touching her own, she could feel it getting slowly
warm, unable to move, to scream, to do anything but
slow cook. The old man had told the truth, they were
raising the heat very slowly, letting Julio and Erica's
bodies adjust to each level of heat. It was starting
to feel nice, just like a hot tub. If it wasn't for
the fact there were assorted vegetables, herbs and
spices floating in the water on their bodies, they'd
have enjoyed it more. A few minutes later Erica was
sweating, feeling drowsy and relaxed. She wasn't
afraid anymore, she even found it somewhat funny. Here
she and Julio were in a big pot being stewed or were
they sloppy Joe's and Jane's? As the water continued
to slowly heat, Erica drifted off to sleep never to
awaken, at least not in this world.
As dinner slow cooked they took the plumper softer
young woman, preparing her for dessert. Mary touched
the sides of the young woman's temples, the back of
her neck and spine with just the right amount of
pressure, while Gerrold touched other area's of her
body. She wouldn't feel a bit of pain, she might
even find pleasure in being eaten alive. They
decided it might be nice if she could appreciate
being dessert, so they also activated the happy
centers of her brain with a few strokes of some
acupuncture needles in the right areas on her
temple and body.
They filled her intestines and stomach with marzipan,
her vagina opening into her womb with whipped cream.
They decorated her body with icing mix, more marzipan
and whipped cream, artfully placing cherries and
pineapple slices on her. They then injected her
with some sweetening agents and set her aside for
after they'd eaten dinner. Unable to feel pain,
happy and euphoric, even had she been able to move,
she'd have just lay there for them to eat her.
A good attitude they felt for a dessert.
When dinner was cooked, the meat slid easily off the bone
of the young man and woman. Tender and juicy with
fine vegetables as a side dish, they dined well. Their
main hunger satisfied, they took their time eating the
young woman who was dessert. She had a happy relaxed
look in her eyes as they consumed her for dessert.
At times she seemed to find it amusing to see and feel
them eating parts of her. There were far worse ways
to die. At least she felt neither fear or pain in her
passing. The gangs victims hadn't been as lucky.
When they had finished the meal they cleaned up. Gerrold
took the bones, he made wonderfully beautiful pendants,
ear rings and other fine things from the bones. The
hair would be made into a many fine things, from embroidery
thread to a fine netting. Even the finger and toe nails
had uses.
They went their separate ways after discussing upcoming
arrangements for future meals of the ten men and women
in the larder. They'd fatten them up first, make them
nice and tender. As Elizabeth went to bed she looked
in the mirror. Not bad for a woman of sixty five, though
in reality she was over a hundred years of age. After
such a fine youthful meal, she would soon look younger
still. All of her friends would be younger, and after
eating all ten of the other young men and women, they'd
probably have to assume new identities again. No
secret to youth for her kind, good living, kindness
to one another and of course, the diet. It was most
important to have the proper diet.