Posted by Ay-Wun on October 19, 2006 at 14:54:14:
Standing beneath a street light, Agatha looked fabulous! Her already luscious, long legs were made even lovelier by the tall 'hooker heels', with their three inch platforms and seven inch spikes. Most of those limbs were visible, in all their glory, in net stockings, below the miniest of mini skirts. The rest of her five foot two body was just as gorgeous, and the face too looked beautiful, in this light.
In better illumination, one could see, even behind her make-up, that her once stunning face was haggard. Ravaged by her heroin addiction, which she could only feed by selling herself, and she could only do that because it was illegal. Not the selling of her sexual favors, but of her tainted meat. The 'H' branded upon her forehead proclaimed that.
Agatha had once been graded 'A++', the absolutely best of meats, until, at eighteen, the constant fear of the lottery and her friends being taken, one by one, had gotten to her. Somehow, her early conditioning, that should have made her, if not eager to be eaten, at least quite willing, had failed.
She could barely make it here in SanFrancisco streets, for the monetary value of sex was vastly lowered by it not only being free in Dolcett, over in Marin County, but mandatory for girls, of meat age, to grant it to any man, anywhere there, save for a very few exceptions. Here, and most other places. many girls had gotten addicted to that, rather than drugs, making her product even less in demand. But, to some, the sensual lure, of that 'H' of banned meat, was over powering, as anything taboo can be.
The black van with two men in the front seat pulled up to Agatha.
"How much?" asked the leering passenger.
"Twenty for one, thirty for two." Agatha replied, hoping it wasn't too much for them, but needing at least that much for her time, to get enough for her next fix,
"Fine!" said the man, getting out and ushering her into the back, where a padded floor was, obviously, to be her work space.
As the man closed the sliding door and unbuckled his pants, the van jerked into motion, causing Agatha to fall. She swiftly recovered and crawled to where his almost hard prick beckoned. As she took him into her mouth, she was, with one hand, sliding her thong, with its absorbant pad, for catching emissions, off, so she'd not waste any lubricating moisture. That was to soak up their fluids afterward.
Her skilled tongue quickly had him ready, so Agatha laid back to guide him into her moist cunt. She always had loved fucking, and this guy had a very pleasing eight inches. She hoped she'd come as easily as ever, for it not only felt great, and eased some of her drug need, but it made the 'Johns' feel proud that they had caused it and they sometimes tipped extra. It didn't fail her, and she was suddenly twitching in a great orgasm, during which she felt him cumming too.
As she cleaned him off with her tongue, she felt the van stop and expected the driver to exchange with this one. Instead, the door flew open to glaring light and a raucus party going on. At least twenty people, both men and women, watched and applauded, as the driver and others pulled a startled Agatha out and onto a huge bed, where a naked man lay. She was impaled upon his huge, upstanding prick, and another was swiftly shoved up her ass. Mentally, she thanked that one for lubing himself.
She was about to protest that it was fifty for a party 'gang bang', but the cock that crammed her mouth prevented that. Now Agatha went into pure screwing mode deciding to just enjoy it, then try to collect afterward. For over two hours she took cocks into every hole, or sucked on tasty pussys. The pleasure was almost enough for her to think of just taking the original bargained amount, when she was able to think at all.
All at once, instead of more fucking, a man was holding each leg wide apart, and two more did the same with her arms. A fifth man was standing over her with a knife. Agatha screamed as the knife split her belly wide open, then moaned, as her pain loving senses converted that to pleasure, and as her guts were excised into a bin. Then, as she was being stuffed, she tried to protest of her inedibility, even though it was now too late. No one listened, for this group of adventurous friends had already decided to see just how bad this taboo meat could taste. As she was resewn, her final protests, her explainations, were cut off abruptly by a large apple being crammed into her mouth.
Agatha just gave up then, deciding to see if she could enjoy this thing she had dreaded, since it was a done thing, letting them bind her into a pan, in piggy position, and push her into the inferno of a preheated oven. Heat had always been one of her favorite things, and this ultra heat carried her over into her adoration of agony. Soon Agatha was cumming, cumming, and cumming, fading away from life that way.
Then she was looking down on the orgy going on, as her lovely body cooked. Then time seemed to compress, as her beautifully browned body was served and everyone ate with great enjoyment, raving at how fabulous she tasted. Wondering to each other what all the big fuss was all about. Then, all were reeling in the happy euphoria of the heroin that had sustained her.
"I tried to warn them! I tried!!"
Agatha shook her lovely, ghostly head at their folly, once more wondering why the authorities didn't tell the public what they told her, as she was branded. Eating her meat would not kill anyone, directly, nor make them sick. It would not, indeed, make them heroin addicts, that drug, in fact, would help them little. Their eating of the meat of an addict had now made them, through some quirky chemical change, addicts of the meat of heroin addicts. All these feasters would now have to feast upon one one another.
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