Posted by PK on November 13, 2001 at 16:21:00:
The following tale is entirely the product of the author's twisted imagination. I have not read
any reference works on lions, been on safari, worked in a zoo, consulted with anyone who
has or indeed anybody else. If you find any zoological inaccuracies or anatomical
impossibilities, tough cheese. It's only a story, for Christ's sake.
SUE AND THE LIONS
A twisted tale of erotic obsession by PK
Sue had been troubled by dreams of lions since she was very small. Probably it was
something she'd seen on the television, in a documentary about Africa. She couldn't
remember, and didn't really think about it much. All she knew was that they fascinated her
and populated the interior gardens of her fantasy world.
When she was eleven years old she read the Narnia books and sympathised with the mare in
the story 'The Horse and his Boy' who met Aslan and thought that she would rather be eaten
by him than groomed by anyone else. She really didn't understand why the idea of that made
her quiver deliciously. She hadn't hit puberty yet. It was a special magic that she kept inside
her, in her most private place.
In later life, the fascination remained. Outwardly she was a perfectly normal girl, with the
same concerns about life, education, career and pastimes as any other. If she seemed a little
dreamy and abstracted at times, what teenager doesn't sometimes? Sue was brighter than
average and most bright kids have an interior life that distances them at times from their
contemporaries.
What really mattered to her, in ways that nobody knew about, were her erotic fantasies. As
her body matured the fantasies grew more explicit and much wilder. It was something she
didn't feel she could talk about to anyone, even to her best friends. She talked about pop
music and boys, it wasn't difficult for her to fit in. She excelled at school, when she could be
bothered to. At times, it seemed to her like a game she was only occasionally interested in.
Boyfriends she had, of a sort, but rarely for long. Though interested in sex and not in the
least inhibited by puritanical notions of morality, Sue was nonetheless very fastidious about
who (or perhaps what) she wanted to have it with. Most of the boys she knew didn't measure
up somehow. For this reason she stayed a virgin until much later than is currently
fashionable.
Don't think that she wasn't attractive. Sue was a healthy girl, with curly hair of a wheat blonde
colour, rather like a mane, and clear blue eyes. She was fair skinned but by no means pallid
or saturnine. She didn't look like someone with notions others might class as morbid or
gruesome. Boys found her physically appealing but rather hard to get close to. She didn't
seem to need to seek approval or play the social games that everyone else did. She clearly
had her own ideas, but nobody knew quite what they might be. Her favourite masturbation
fantasy now involved being eaten alive, usually by lions, but you wouldn't have guessed it to
look at her. You might have thought about lunching on her yourself, though.
Sometimes, she liked to visit the zoo. The first time she did this she was a little disappointed
that it didn't look like Africa (she was very small then) but the big cats themselves never quite
lost their magic. She liked to come at feeding times. When the mood was on her she
imagined herself being fed to them, and wished she could touch herself without anybody
noticing. She did consider cutting a hole in a pocket and doing it that way, but she knew her
moans and convulsions would be something of a giveaway. It would be difficult to explain to
her parents if she got arrested for public lewdness in a zoo or whatever they called it.
Eventually she contented herself with wearing a short skirt and removing her underpants in
the lavatory before watching. Afterwards it was difficult to contain herself on the way home,
and she would shut herself in her room for hours afterward. Whether her parents really
believed she was studying, she was never sure.
Eventually, Sue went to University. As students will (except for the insufferably earnest ones)
she had a thoroughly good time and finally divested herself of her now embarrassing
virginity. She found that she rather liked men, now her male contemporaries were old enough
to be classified as such. She did have one brief sexual encounter with another girl, but while
she quite enjoyed it she still felt that she was comfortably heterosexual. The lesbian interlude
did not trouble her, her sense of self was not easily shaken and her morals offended not at
all. For the most part, she had a fairly normal sex life, and if she failed to settle down with
any one partner, that was hardly unusual.
Shortly before the summer vacation at the end of her first year, she had her most intense
sexual experience to date, one that revitalised the erotic obsession that was never buried
very deeply at the best of times. This happened when her boyfriend of the moment said he'd
like to eat her. His name was Jim and they were in bed at the time and just a little stoned
when it started.
"You know, Sue" he said " you look good enough to eat lying there."
"So eat me" said Sue with feigned lightness. She had never discussed this with him. The
privacy of her inner dreams was her one real inhibition. She didn't want to seem too serious
but she had to strike the right note or he might not play.
"You asked for it."
And with that, Jim proceeded to lick, nibble and pretend to bite her all over. Of course he
paid most of his attention to her breasts and her belly ( she went wild when he bit her there)
and eventually her cunt. Finding the right place to lick - he was quite good at this - he broke
off intermittently to nip her inner thighs and labia, occasionally making exaggerated slurping
noises and mumbling things like 'delicious' between mouthfuls of her. How he managed to
hang on through Sue's bucking is anyone's guess. Practice, probably. He correctly
interpreted her yelps and screams or he might have thought he was hurting her. Lovemaking
afterwards was gentle, mild and, for Sue, a little anticlimactic.
During the long summer vacation, Sue managed to get a job at the local zoo. Like all
students jobs since time began, it was unglamorous work that nobody else wanted to do for
very little pay. Shovelling shit was the usual term for this kind of work and in this case it was
literal. Fortunately, she made a good impression with the staff and was soon entrusted with
feeding too. She wanted to feed the lions, of course.
In fact there was only one, a mature but still vigorous male called Larry. The staff soon
noticed that Sue was not squeamish about handling raw meat or watching the big cats eat it,
nor was she nervous around them, so they indulged her. In less than a fortnight Larry was her
personal charge. Every day she fed him, and talked to him about her life. She asked him how
he was doing, whether he was lonely, and did he miss chasing herds of wildebeeste across
the plains. Sometimes she told him jokes, though if he got them he never said so. Over the
weeks an insane plan materialised in Sue's mind and while part of her denied it, it was
beginning to take on shape and conviction.
It was easy enough to get duplicate keys made. There was little security at the zoo beyond
making sure the animals didn't get out, nobody expected anyone to come in and burgle an
elephant or a penguin and the animal liberationists were nor particularly active in that area.
All that remained was to fail to feed Larry one day, and to come back at night and avoid
being seen by any security people on her way to the lion's night enclosure. Before she set out
from her home she had a sudden thought and decided to shave herself. It shouldn't be any
more difficult than doing her armpits, and it would mean the lion would be more likely to eat
her there. Don't want poor Larry to get hair in his teeth, she thought. Or miss my delicate bits.
Actually it took some time, as it's a delicate area and she was wary of nicking herself. Finally
she was ready. Dressed in nondescript clothes, she set out.
In fact it was harder than she thought to get in. The locks were no problem but there were
some people about and she didn't want to be seen. They'd find what was left of her in the
morning, of course, but it wouldn't matter then. Eventually, she did manage it. She made her
way to Larry's pad and removed her clothes. She left them in a heap on the floor as usual,
Sue was not a tidy girl. With rising excitement, she use her key and opened the door. She
could hardly believe she was doing this, and a sudden shock of adrenalin went through her,
almost making her falter, but steeling herself, she went in and shut the door behind her. Not
tidy, but conscientious.
Sue was trembling as she entered the cage. Though it was quite late there was plenty of
light, it was close to midsummer. Larry looked up expectantly as she came in.
"Sorry your dinner's late", said Sue, her voice slightly shaky, "but I hope you'll have plenty of
appetite for it. It's me."
Larry got up and walked over to her. He made no sound and did not seem to be in any sort of
a hurry. Suddenly Sue's knees seemed to weaken and she sat down quickly, facing the lion
with her legs apart in an unladylike sprawl. Larry looked at her quizzically.
"Dinner time!" said Sue in a mock hearty voice and closed her eyes. A moment of breathless
anticipation passed and them she felt a strange sensation on her chest, warm, wet and
slightly rough. He was licking her.
How nice, thought Sue, foreplay. He's going to savour me first. The sensation of his tongue
on her nipples, now almost painfully erect, was indescribable. It occurred to her that it might
be easier for him if she lay down, so she did, stretching herself out on the floor on her back
with her legs slightly apart. She looked up at Larry who had paused for a moment to look at
her, and said in an insanely bright voice "Come on then. Aren't you hungry? Don't tell me I'm
not appetising, I'll be very hurt."
Larry leaned closer and resumed licking her. He seemed intent on doing a thorough job and
Sue relaxed to enjoy her first and last tongue massage from a lion. At one point he paid
particular attention to her loins and Sue moved her legs further apart to let him get a really
good purchase down there. She was glad she'd shaved. The delicious sensation of being
licked and the suspense of wondering when he'd start biting was driving her wild, and she
tried hard not to wriggle too much for fear it might alarm him. Nonetheless, she couldn't help
writhing a bit, as she experienced one orgasm after another in a seemingly endless series.
Larry didn't seem to mind but for a while she was beyond thinking about it. When some
measure of coherence returned, she was lying spreadeagled on the ground and the licking
had stopped. She opened her eyes. The lion was sitting next to her, watching amicably from
half closed eyes.
"Thanks, Larry, that was great", she murmured, "how was it for you?"
The lion maintained a companionable silence. Sue was at something of a loss. She was
feeling remarkably calm now, yet she still felt a craving to go through with her project, to
fulfill her dream and be consumed. She was also confused. Why hadn't he eaten her?
"What's the matter, boy? Off your feed? I know I don't look like a wildebeeste or a raw steak
but you should be able to tell I'm edible."
No help from Larry.
"Am I in the wrong position? Maybe you'd prefer rump meat."
Sue got up on her hands and knees and presented her appetisingly rounded rear to him.
Behind her she could hea him stir and move closer again. Once more, she felt his tongue on
her rump and, tantalisingly, between her legs. She closed her eyes and waited.
And jerked forward in surprise as she felt him move over her. Briefly, his weight crushed her
and her elbows buckled, but then he seemed to get himself planted with his forelegs astride
her and took his own weight on them. She was smaller than a lioness, but he seemed to be
managing to accommodate her. The coupling was crude and rough, but not deliberately
brutal. Sue had no idea how long it lasted, she was howling. What rational part of her
remained wondered fleetingly if he could rip her throat out from that position, but the problem
was beyond her. Eventually, he disengaged himself and left her in a limp, sweaty heap.
After a time, Sue roused herself and glanced round to see what he was doing. Nothing. He
was now lying on his side, looking sleepy. Sue grinned.
"Typical male." she said without rancour. "Roll over and go to sleep. No supper? No
munchies?"
Larry watched her sleepily as she stood up and regarded him with with fondness. He wasn't
the least considerate lover she'd ever had.
Suddenly she felt sleepy herself. The heady mixture of emotions and the sex had left her
exhausted. She knew she should get out of there before anyone found her, but she just
wanted a little nap first. Unfortunately there was no bed. It was quite warm and she didn't feel
chilly despite the sweat, but it seemed unappealing just to just sleep on the floor without
blankets or a pillow. She went over to Larry and lay down beside him.
"Hope you don't mind company" she murmured as she curled up against his belly, between
his hind legs and forepaws. Larry lifted his head, looked at her and, apparently reassured,
dropped it again. All the old jokes like whether he'd respect her in the morning and would he
write chased themselves around her head. "I wonder why...." thought Sue and yawned.....
When she awoke it was morning. She could tell from the sun that it was still early. She had
slept the night away. In a lion's cage. God help me if the papers get hold of this one, she
thought. She got up and ruffled Larry's fur affectionately.
"Breakfast?" she said lightly.
He stirred slightly in his sleep, then subsided. Why didn't you? she thought. She got up and
walked to the door of the cage. She'd better get out of there, or at least get dressed, before
anyone else turned up and noticed her.
She went out and locked the cage behind her. Putting her clothes back on she wondered
what had gone wrong with her plan. She could only think of one reason. He liked her. He'd
been around humans too long to easily classify her as prey, and she'd been feeding Larry for
weeks, even talking to him. Maybe he was simply lonely. In hindsight, she knew she might
have seen this coming. Animals do make friends outside their species if they're brought up
with them.
Larry is my pal, she thought. And now he's my lover. She giggled. Realising she was
ravenously hungry and a little lightheaded, she left the zoo and went to get some breakfast.
She felt a giddy but well rested and full of zest.
For the rest of the day, Sue was cheerful if a little abstracted. She had a lot of things on her
mind. Over the next few days they continued to occupy her. She was occasionally struck by a
feeling of surreality. If her plan had worked, she would be dead now. She would be digesting
meat and bare bones. The thought made her shudder and simultaneously excited her to the
point of orgasm. At the same time, she was in no way morbid or unhappy. Her musings
continued to both obsess and entertain her, and had taken some new turns. Though not sorry
to be alive, she never let go of the notion of consummating her desire. In bed at night she
played with ideas.
Maybe I could train him to eat girls, thought Sue. Start with a little one maybe, or a few small
body parts. Work my way up. First a few leg steaks, not much different from his usual diet.
Better than the stuff he gets now, anyway. Then I could introduce him to the other cuts. An
arm here, a buttock there. Have to be careful when he's eating the obviously human ones.
People might talk. Once he's used to eating recognisable parts ot girls' bodies I introduce the
delicacies. Let him acquire a taste for breasts. He should be getting quite the connoisseur of
girlmeat by then. Maybe a tongue or two? Earlobes? Finally I wean him onto cunts. Nice juicy
ones. It might help to mastubate the girl before I chop her up. Get her nice and tender and
aromatic.
At some stage in these musings, Sue would start to rub herself until her thoughts dissolved in
an incoherent frenzy. In case it's not obvious, and sorry to disappoint you, Sue had no
intention of actually doing all this. Practicalities aside, she was not a psychopath.
Nonetheless she entertained herself nightly for some time with plans of how she might entice
or lure her victims to their doom. Since she was quite capable of bisexual fantasies, some of
the methods were almost as exciting as the denouement.
Eventually, she thought, I'll have to introduce him to live ones. Well, maybe start with a
whole dead one for a day or two. Then trick someone into the cage with him - difficult to
carry her if she's still kicking - and see if he gets the idea. The mental image of watching
another woman being eaten alive excited her enormously. She wondered sometimes if this
was how serial killers started out. Could she do it in real life?
No, she concluded. You're either the sort of person who can do that or you're not. Casting
guilt aside without regret she continued to enjoy her increasingly lurid and bloodthirsty
ramblings.
She also continued to feed Larry. When nobody was listening, she also talked to him.
For his part, Larry always seemed pleased to see Sue. He definitely recognised her, and the
other staff knew it. Sue often wondered what they'd think if they knew she'd spent the night
with him. The thought amused her enormously. Unless someone actually caught her doing it,
nobody would think of that or believe it if she told them. so she decided that she would. After
one of the keepers made a joke about her fondness for the lion that verged on the
suggestive, Sue said,
"Ok, I confess. We're secret lovers. When everybody's gone home I sneak into his cage and
we screw each other senseless. Just don't tell anybody. He's got a wife and three kids in
Africa and she wouldn't understand."
The keeper tried not to looked shocked and laughed embarrassedly. He'd been one-upped
and he had to give her the point. One of the other workers, a student, was clearly enjoying
this. He had been trying to date Sue for some time without success and had more or less
given up - she said there was someone else - but he still liked her.
"So that's your secret. Once you've had a lion you never go back." he joked. "Now we know
why you're always so keen to make sure he gets fed. Wouldn't want to end up as his supper,
would you?"
Sue smiled.