Posted by Tala on January 11, 2006 at 11:40:10:
* * Just a note from the author: * *
I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it. I had alot of fun writing it. I've never done cannibal fantasy before, frankly I never quite got it...Rip had tried explaining it to me, and either I was dense or he just explains things shitty, I don't know. Until, I had read an interview with a cannibal model. Now I think I get it. This story was sparked by a conversation with a close friend who was also confused by the fantasy, so I made him the cannibal in the story. He enjoyed it, and I hope I did the fantasy justice. Thanks for reading!!!
Picnic By the Lake
She never did quite understand the fascination with it, to be completely consumed by another. She had heard of it, but they were the types of stories of tribes from Africa, dunking their hapless victim into a boiling pot with some vegetables. He had turned her on to the idea. She’d never thought of it a s sexual before, until now. She ruminated the idea as she drove along the path. Her car bounced and shook along, the ruts almost jerking the wheel out of her already sweating hands.
“Must not be used that often,” she thought.
The trees stood silent guard near the narrow road, limbs scratching at the roof and windows like fingernails. Bring nothing with you he’d told her. No purse, no ID, no cell phone, not even the registration or insurance card were to be in the glove box. He’d even instructed her to put fake plates on the car. This was what she wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.
She had met him in a bar a few months ago. The thump of the music on the dance floor beating against her chest. She’d danced so much, little rivulets of sweat beaded down the side of her neck, dampening the underside of her long dark auburn hair. He had come up behind her and put his hands on her hips while she gyrated to the electronic drum beats in the air. Pressing her against him, she could feel his hard cock, keeping in time with her rhythm. She remembered how good he smelled, masculine and savage; how his arms felt around her. The feel of his hot breath on her neck. He had taken her home that night. It was the best sex she had ever had. She’d never been with a man that was so orally fixated. It was almost as if he’d wanted to gobble her up, nothing could satiate him.
As she pulled up, she could see the orange glow through the grove of trees, shadows dancing in the smoke slipping through them. She recognized his pick-up truck on the other side of the fire. She rolled to a stop near the lake and put it in park, leaving the engine still running. He walked towards her and leaned into the open window, resting his chin on his arms.
Her hand barely trembling, she reached up and brushed a thick strand of his dark hair out of his azure blue eyes.
“Hi,” she said, hoping he hadn’t caught her blushing.
His hand found the side of her face, gently touched her, and smiled a little. It was just enough to flash the dimple in his left cheek.
“It’s going to be ok,” his voice reassuring,”
You’re the one who wanted this, remember?”
“I know, I just didn’t think I’d be this nervous. So, um, what now?”
“Go ahead and get out. I’ll take care of it.”
She opened up the door and stepped out. He stood almost a head taller than her. She could see the firelight reflecting in his eyes giving them an almost demonic appearance. He put his forehead on hers, smiled, and then kissed her softly.
“Do you see that table over there?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Go over there and sit down. I’ll be back in a minute.” He kissed her again before she could walk away.
She stood in front of the table and was amazed at the size of the metal spit rod. He had already set everything up, the carving knife and fork; the enormous oversized metal serving platter; a huge bowl with water and rope soaking in it; a large bowl of melted butter; a basting brush that looked a little like a miniature mop; vegetables to roast with the meat. All was order she could even smell the faint hint of hickory on the air. She looked down on the bench and noticed a hook attached to a thick cable. Her eyes followed the length of the cable to the heavy branch above her head down to the wench mounted on the front of the truck.
It was the splash of the car that broke her out of her trance. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and held her close, his lips barely touching her ear. His mouth brushed down the side of her neck, sending chills down her spine.
“God, I can’t wait to taste you,” his voice barely a whisper.
She closed her eyes and leaned back into him, resting her head on his chest. She turned and faced him, putting her fingers in his thick hair. She pulled him to her, touching his lips with hers. His tongue probed into her mouth, wet and inviting. His hands massaging her tender ass through her jeans.
He took her hands and walked her to the opposite end of the picnic table.
“You sure this is what you want? There’s no going back after this,” his eyes softening as he spoke.
“Yeah I do,” her voice trembling,”You just don’t know how much.” She smiled at him a little, trying to hide the nervousness.
He beamed back at her,” Good. Good.”
He pressed himself into her, pushing her into the edge of the table top behind her. His hands slid up under her shirt, up her stomach, searching for the lacy edges of her bra. He unhooked it, and removed it with the shirt, exposing her soft round breasts. Cupping one in his hand, he bent his head down and licked the side of her neck slowly from her earlobe to her shoulder, stopping there only to bite at the exposed tender, sweet flesh.
She felt his teeth sink into her, his wet tongue gliding over her, his fingers kneading her. He laid her back on the table and let his hands trace the skin on her collarbone, her salmon pink, hard nipples, her soft belly, pausing long enough to suckle at the skin below her navel.
He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off of her. The sweet smell of her meeting his nose, making his cock larger, harder. He reached onto the table above her head and grabbed a length of the already water soaked rope, and bound her thighs to her calves, giving her the look of a trussed up bird. Her legs were spread wide, fully exposing her. He slipped two of his long fingers into her hot wet inviting slit. His thumb pressing on her clit. She tightened up around him, sending shockwaves through her.
A moan escaped her lips as he moved his fingers inside her, stroking her. He knelt on the ground, taking her clit into his mouth, sucking on it. He kissed and nuzzled on the insides of her swollen reddish pink lips. Nipping at them, savoring her scent, her taste. She put her fingers in his hair and tilted her hips up towards him, forcing his face further into her. His hands grabbing the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs wider. Her breath became more rapid, and moans and little grunts in her throat. His tongue flicked faster and faster until she came. Juices flowing out of her, he lapped at them, not wasting a drop.
He stood up between her legs and unzipped his jeans, putting his hard throbbing cock between the swollen lips of her pussy. He moved slowly at first, exploring her body, wrapping his arms around her and pushed himself into her as far as he could go. Feeling how tight she was around him, the warm moist flesh, it only made him want her more. He sucked on her nipples while he thrust into her, pounding her flesh, tenderizing her. He could feel himself explode within her. He kept his cock inside of her until every last drop had been drained.
He reached over next to her and found the thick metal pole. He slid it off of the table, the pointed end in hand, pulled himself out of her, and inserted the blunt tip into her juicy pussy in his place. Inch by inch, he pushed it into her. He pushed it in harder, feeling something pop and gives way.
“Oh god, it hurts, it hurts,” she thought. She held as still as she could, after all, she had asked for this. She bit into her lip, fighting back the scream that was building up deep in her chest. She tried not to even breathe. A tear let loose from the corner of her eye as the pole tore through her little by aching little. She arched her back and the sounds of her screams resounded off of the trees, back into her own ears as she tasted the metal that was scraping past her teeth. He fished out some smaller pieces of rope from the water and lashed her wrists and ankles around the pole. A longer piece was attached to either end of the blood soaked metal and looped it onto the hook that lay unceremoniously on the bench.
She was still conscious enough to feel the jerk of the apparatus as it began to lifter her off of the table. Her sweat soaked hair hung down behind her head and swept across the wood planks of the table as he grabbed the cable and moved her into position. He place don end into the crude homemade motor that was mounted on one bracket and the other into the opposite cast iron bracket. He removed the hook and rope, admiring the amber-orange glow of her lily white skin as she began to turn.
He dipped the tiny mop into the liquefied butter and began to baste her. He started at her toes, the bottoms of her feet, her ankles, her muscled calves, her slightly chubby thighs. Slathering her round ass, and then sticking the plastic handle up inside of her just to watch her squirm and shake. Her ass would make a fine roast, and he smiled at the thought of it.
Her mind wandered. The heat from the flames making her sweat. The combination of the smell of the butter and her own flesh were almost making her hungry.
“I wonder what I’ll taste like. I hope I’m sweet. I do smell good.”
He watched her patiently as her skin changed from pale white to a deep golden brown color. He put more butter on her from time to time, paying close attention to her tits and ass, moving the little mop with precision.
Hours seemed to pass by. He moved the metal platter to the empty side of the table, and removed her from the spit. The juices from her hot skin sizzled when it hit the cool metal.
He marveled at the wonder of her, the glistening of her skin, the golden tone of her, how perfectly roasted she was. The only thing left now, was to eat her.