Posted by Menagerie on August 14, 2004 at 09:08:11:
ONE DAY
It had been, Suzi guessed, about three months since the Accident; she wasn’t really sure. Time had ceased to have meaning for her anymore.
She knew that only days after the Accident, she had been taken. Men had broken into her modest apartment, men with guns and ropes; they had bound her and tossed her in the back of a truck with other women, all tied up and helpless. They had ridden a short way, uttering cries of fear and pleading to be released; then, one by one, they had been unloaded into the holding area of a dark warehouse, unlit but for the glare of headlights.
Laying on the cold, concrete floor, Suzi looked up to see a man hovering over her; his eyes burned with madness. He eyed her full figure hungrily; drool ran from his lips. She stared up at him. “What—what do you want from me?”
Grasping her under one arm, he dragged her roughly to her feet, and continued to examine her. She was short, well-built, maybe a little overweight, with ample breasts and wide hips; she filled the cotton shirt and jeans she was wearing quite snugly. Her eyes widened as she watched the man, who was looking her up one side and down the other. Finally, he reached down with the other hand and untied her wrists, stood back. “Strip!” he commanded.
Is that what this is? Suzi wondered. Is it about rape? He reached down to the belt around his waist, unsheathed a large, savage looking knife. “Now!”
Hurriedly, she disrobed. Her shirt was unbuttoned and dropped; her breasts strained against the bra. She pulled down her slacks, displaying thick, luscious legs. She hesitated; threateningly, the man raised the knife. Off came her bra and panties, and her shoes and socks; she stood, trembling and bare, her arms wrapped around her, before his leering gaze. He reached, fondled her teats and belly; she whimpered, turning to shrink away in the dankness of her concrete prison.
From behind her, another man yelled. “James! There’ll be time for that later. Help me bring in the last of them.” James scowled, grabbed Suzi by the hair; he sheathed his knife, turned her around and retied her wrists, then shoved her roughly to the floor and bound her ankles with the same rope. She lay naked and helpless, surrounded by other nude and bound women, as the men went to retrieve more of their number.
Finally, there were eighteen of them, all bound hand and foot, all stripped naked. Suzi looked around; all of them were pretty, but other than that they had little in common. Some were thin, some fat; some were teenagers, some in their 40’s; some were white, some black—Suzi was the only Oriental. If rape was their plan, Suzi thought, they were in no hurry; the men stepped around their captives and left the room.
The woman nearest to her was a tall, lanky girl with long, dark hair; their eyes met. “Sally,” she said.
“Suzi,” Suzi responded. “What are they going to do with us?”
Sally shook her head, a look of concentration on her kewpie-doll face; her lithe, sexy body was writhing as she tried to free herself. “I don’t know. Maybe this is connected to the other disappearances, since the Accident…”
Suzi had just returned from overseas, and had only heard about the Accident. A pesticide manufacturer outside of town had an explosion and fire; a thick, white chemical cloud had drifted over the city. Women seemed unaffected, but men had gone crazy; quit their jobs, left their homes—vanished. And within a few days, women began disappearing, too—apparently abducted by the men.
There was no time to talk about their plight. The men returned; each picked a woman up, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her out of the room. The women, who had only until then been calling for help, now began screaming; Suzi saw how the men caressed the legs and buttocks of their victims, greedily…hungrily. Sally went with the first group, a look of wild desperation on her face as she was lugged out of sight, her thick, black mane swinging with her struggles. A plump young girl with short red hair began sobbing, “Not me; no—not me!” as, laughing, one of the men easily hefted her and hauled her away.
The screams of those selected faded as the doors slammed behind the men and their loads; the remaining women whimpered quietly. Naked bodies writhed as they sought to free themselves, twisting against the tight cords that held each of them hogtied. Suzi felt strangely passive; even if she was to untie her bonds, where would she go? She heard the cries of pain and gasps from the others as they strained; then, the doors opened. Their captors had returned.
This time, Suzi found herself hoisted and slung over the shoulder of a large man with a brush cut and a squashed nose; like the others, he ran his hands over her soft flesh, fingering her as if—what? There was almost something tender about his pawing, as if he were merely squeezing her, feeling the firmness of the muscle beneath her bronze skin. Grunting, he hefted her ripe body and took her through the door…
It took Suzi’s eyes a few moments to adjust to the harsh light; she could make out a large room, a high ceiling, objects hanging in front of her. When her vision cleared, Suzi choked in horror; what she saw was as hideous as any nightmare. The six women who had been first to pass into the room were all hanging from their heels; they had been decapitated, their bodies split open and gutted. Blood ran into a drain in the middle of the room. She recognized long, lanky Sally, her slender frame swinging gently back and forth, blood dripping from her severed neck, her hands nearly brushing the floor. And there was the chubby redhead next to her, the flaps of her chest hanging open, exposing the empty cavity beneath.
Suzi stiffened and steeled herself, but the end did not come. Instead, she realized she was being carried to a series of small cages against one wall, only four feet on each side. Her captor opened the door to one, and thrust her inside. Reaching into the cage, he grasped an iron collar and a set of cuffs attached to a chain bolted to the concrete floor; he fastened the collar around her neck, then untied her wrists and quickly locked them into the cuffs. He untied her feet, and then stared into the dazed woman’s eyes a moment…and she saw the same look she had seen in the eyes of James, a raw hunger. He slavered as he stood over her, reaching down to fondle her fleshy body, her breasts and thighs; he ran his hands along her legs, her ribs, her vagina. And then, guffawing, he stood and slammed her cage door shut.
Suzi struggled to her knees, pushing from the floor with her fettered hands. She looked around. On one wall, there appeared to be a large, commercial oven; on the other, a refrigerator. There were a dozen cages; the men were shackling the other women and locking them in the cages, then leaving to get the others. Her cage was at one end; a fat blonde woman was next to her, similarly secured. They eyed each other for a moment…helpless and naked, chained in cages, while the butchered bodies of a half-dozen more women dangled from the ceiling just a few feet away. Then, slowly, the shock began to ebb. The blonde’s lips quivered; tears were leaking from her eyes. Suzi nodded slowly, then lay back on the cement floor; her senses deadened by the scene of depravity before her.
The men had finished locking their victims in the cages; a dozen quietly sobbing women and girls watched in fear as their tormentors turned their attention to the butchered bodies strung up in the center of the room. The man who had caged Suzi lifted Sally from the hook suspending her, and tossed the headless carcass onto a table. Another man, wearing an apron and brandishing a cleaver, began to cut her body into segments, while James wrapped each portion in clear plastic. The long, shapely legs were chopped into thighs and calves; her lean lower back was severed from her torso and split into two, as was her rib cage, her small, pulpy breasts still attached. Her pelvis was also bisected, each half yielding a buttock and labial lip. Her belly was a single, soft piece of flesh. Finally, Sally had been reduced to a dozen chunks of flesh. One of the men tossed the butchered portions into a wheelbarrow and lugged them over to the cooler; Squashed Nose took down the beheaded red-haired girl, and Cleaver began to dismember her. Suzi felt the room spin; she closed her eyes, and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep…
When she awoke, the men and their half-dozen victims were gone; the other women were huddled in their cages, weeping and shivering in terror. There was an aroma in the air, the smell of roasting meat. The chunky blonde in the cage next to her was curled into a ball, one plump arse-cheek flattened against the cold floor.
Finally, they talked. Suzi’s “neighbor” was Carrie; she was an accountant. Her story was no different; she had been snatched from her home, hauled to the warehouse, stripped, caged. She struggled up, sat cross-legged; heavy, pendulous breasts drooped as she stared at the harsh cuffs securing her wrists, resting on the folds of her belly.
The door burst open, and the frightened women fell silent; laughing, shouting, the men had returned. One of them donned heavy gloves and opened the oven; he pulled out a pan filled with sizzling chunks of meat, carried it to the table where they had butchered the first group of women. Stunned, Suzi realized the pan was filled with pieces of those women; there was a thigh, a rack of ribs, a shoulder. Brandishing long knives like the one James had used to threaten Suzi, the excited men carved the meat into large chunks, and began to devour it. Juices ran down their chins as they tore great hunks of flesh out of what had been female limbs and torsos; they exulted, as if celebrating a great victory, and went back to the pan for more. Finally, there remained but a pile of bones; the cannibals rushed to the cooler, removed more wrapped hunks of women’s meat, and piled them into the pan, to be returned to the huge oven.
That done, one of the men—the short, stocky one who had wielded the cleaver when the bodies were butchered—surveyed the room, his piercing gaze resting on each of the nude, terrified girls and women; he kept his eyes on Carrie a long time, and finally announced, “She’s next!” The blonde screamed hoarsely, again and again, as two men unlocked her cage and dragged her by her neck chain to the center of the room. Laughing, each of the men took a turn pinching her, prodding her, roughly squeezing parts of her soft, plump body. Her sobbing became hysterical as she begged to be let go; their eyes glittering, the woman eaters secured her ankles by a thick rope, and hoisted her to the ceiling. There she rocked back and forth, bucking like a fish on a hook; as James tenderly rested his hands on her flanks to steady her, Squashed Nose plunged his knife between her breasts and split her up to her navel.
Carrie’s writhing became spasmic, then subsided as her lifeblood spilled out on the floor. Frantically, the cruel men gutted her, slashing her intestines free and dropping them in a pile in a great, putrescent barrel. Suzi closed her eyes, tears trickling down her cheeks. She heard shouts of laughter and coarse cries as they claimed parts of Carrie’s body; one wanted a plump thigh, one a rosy-nippled breast. Finally, Suzi looked up; the man with the cleaver was butchering the blonde into sections, and the others were arranging them on a large, greasy cast-iron pan, laying a lower leg just so, squeezing half a chest between an arm and loin. They slid the tray filled with meat that had been the chubby, young accountant into the red-hot oven, clanged the door shut, and departed. Suzi heard sobs surrounding her; each of the women and girls realized Carrie’s fate would, soon enough, be her own.
Carrie’s cage did not stay vacant for long; chuckling, James carried in, over his shoulder, a slender, sandy-haired woman. Her wrists and ankles were shackled, but she did not fight or plead for mercy. He fixed the collar around her neck…then, turned to Suzi. “Got you a playmate,” he leered. “She’s a smart one, someone to talk to.”
He name was Jan. She had been a biochemist at the pesticide plant. “We were working on a new series of insecticides,” she said dully, her long legs curled beneath her, staring down at the floor. “We’d discovered a chemistry that caused male bugs to respond to pheromones as if they were getting the scent of food…”
Suzi understood. That was what had happened to the men; they were confusing sexual attraction with hunger. That was why all of the victims had been attractive. Jan looked at her, her eyes wet. “This is all my fault,” she whispered.
Their dungeon was filling with the aroma of Carrie’s flesh, roasting in the huge oven. The men starting sauntering in, licking their chops; they grinned savagely at the terrified women, reaching through the bars, fondling their thighs, breasts, bellies. A petite, auburn-haired woman named Tracey on the other side of Jan shrank away as a big man pawed at her; in a rage, he unlocked her door, dragged her out by the neck chain and sank his teeth into her shoulder, as she screeched in pain and sobbed. He scooped her up, carried her to the center of the room, strung her up by her heels. The woman swung back and forth, screaming hysterically; the big man left her there, as the pan holding Carrie’s sizzling flesh, greasy with her fat, was being pulled from the oven and plopped on the table. Hungrily, they tore into the joints of meat from the plump blonde, singeing their tongues as they gobbled down huge mouthfuls of thigh, breast and buttock. The small woman hanging upside-down shrieked; one of the men growled; “Your time will come soon enough!” and tore into another chunk of Carrie’s meat.
James strolled up to Suzi’s cage; he was gnawing on one of Carrie’s calves. “I like this one, too, guys…how about the two of them, together?” The men shouted their assent; James unlocked Suzi’s door and her neck chain, pulled her out by her hair. She felt fear…and yet, release; she knew the end would be soon. Quickly, she was dangling from the ceiling by her feet; James ran his hands over her full figure, squeezing her breasts, her butt. She looked over Tracey, whose eyes were glazed in terror. James roared, pointing first to Suzi and then to the brownette, “I want one of your legs, and one of yours—cooked together, so your flavors mix!”
Squashed Nose tossed aside the last of Carrie’s ribs; her grease smearing his mouth, he unsheathed his cleaver and slashed Tracey’s throat, her screams dying to a gurgle as she choked on her own blood. He didn’t even allow her the dignity of dying before he hacked her up, splitting her down the middle and gutting her while she gasped for her last breaths. Her naked, cleaned carcass was lowered and hauled to the table for butchering…and it was Suzi’s turn. She felt the blade enter her abdomen, slicing through tissue and vessel; she felt the pain as rough hands reached into her body, grabbed at her viscera…
James got his wish. Suzi’s thick, meaty thighs and Tracey’s leaner, softer legs were roasted side by side in the pan; he lifted one of each, took alternating bites from one and then the other, and pronounced them delicious, smacking his lips as the two women’s juices ran down his chin. Others tore into the loins, breasts and buttocks. Suzi’s meat was firm, her flavor spicy. But the pleasure of her roasted flesh would soon be forgotten, she was just another victim for the cannibals, the man-made cannibals, on this one day.