Posted by Puffy on July 17, 2008 at 01:43:42:
Synopsis: Another Canniland story (my world of consensual cannibalism I am exploring). A day out with the friends before the events in Furniture. They are at Tom’s shack in the woods and one of the girls volunteer for butchering for that night’s meal. They behead her and butcher her. Another girl gets excited and rides the spit the next day after a wild night. Non-fatal hanging for fun. Everybody has a great time. Some musings on how this world works.
Me Too
By Puffy
“Do you ever wonder what the world would be like without sex?” I asked.
Boxer just grunted in reply.
“You girls wouldn’t be here, that’s for sure,” came Matt’s voice from the front as he steered the SUV over a rocky ridge. The ride became incredibly bumpy as we went down the other side, and the small bounces shook us through the seats as though we were sitting on a giant vibrator.
“Where would we be, honey?” asked Dani, who was riding shotgun.
Matt leered at his girlfriend and said: “If there was no sex, there would be no need for women.”
“You got it all wrong, darl,” said Rosie. She was sitting at the back with the rest of us. I could not help but admire her dimples, which came and went as she spoke. “Women give birth. Without sex, there would be no need for men.”
“Can’t have babies without men,” said Boxer, the smartest, handsomest, most adorable and infuriating man alive.
“We could be like snails. You know, have both bits and get each other pregnant,” said Jennifer, the sixth and final member of our group. We were headed to Matt’s shack in the woods for a retreat. Lots of time to enjoy sunbathing, starry skies, tranquillity...and friends.
“That involves sex, darl,” said Rosie.
Jennifer turned to me. “So how can we have a world without sex?” she demanded.
“I don’t know. What if we could just have babies without having sex?”
“So we wouldn’t need men then,” she grinned at Boxer, who just grunted in reply.
“You already don’t need men to have babies,” said Matt, taking his eyes off the road and tilting his head towards us. “I think all babies these days are made with sperm grown in a test tube.”
“And men are fun to have around,” giggled Dani. “I can’t imagine living without them.”
“I’m sure we would get used to it,” said Jennifer. “I mean, there aren’t many men around these days, and most women never get to experience a man and they seem all right.”
“I feel sorry for those women,” I said, resting my head on Boxer’s shoulder and placing a hand on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and squeezed me close. My body rose and fell with his chest when he breathed. I could smell his sweat. It was so cosy, being wrapped up in his body like that.
“If men are so good, why don’t they make more?” asked Jennifer, sitting up. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? If men are good for women, make more men.”
“Didn’t you study science in school, darl?”
“What do you mean, Rosie?”
“We only eat women—“
“Yeah. Everybody knows that.”
“Then think what happens if there were more men. We would run out of women and have to make more women. So the ratio of women to men does not change, and many women will still never experience a man. That’s not strictly true, since all women get to experience a man at a conversion centre.”
“Well...” Jennifer bit her lip. “Why can’t we eat men as well as women?”
“Well, darl,” Rosie grinned. “That is because they don’t taste as good.”
“And because women always come back as people while men have to go through the cycle again,” Dani called back from the front.
“I don’t understand how they figured that,” said Jennifer.
“It’s very advanced science,” said Matt. “I don’t fully understand it myself, but it’s all there on Wikipedia if you’re curious.”
“I bet they just made it up,” said Jennifer, “in order to suppress women!”
Rosie laughed. “If we ignore the fact that it’s all voluntary, and that there are women who die of old age just because they want to, and educated women who can confirm the science.”
“Well, maybe they’re in on it too.”
“And all of them just love to get eaten? Darl, did you see Doctor Lawrence’s farewell speech and roast on TV last Saturday? She was an expert on reincarnology and was smiles all the way.”
“A fabulous bit of arse meat too,” chirped Matt. “Boy, I envy the guy who got her brains. He must be smarter than Einstein by now.”
“I don’t think you can inherit somebody’s smart through eating them,” Rosie chuckled.
Jennifer’s mouth was agape in awe. “Matt! You were there?”
“Bastard’s richer than El Dorado. Of course he was there,” grumbled Boxer.
Matt laughed. “She and I met at a charity event years back.”
“Oh wow,” breathed Jennifer. “Wow, I know somebody who knew Doctor Lawrence!”
“Do you want to have sex with him?” Dani giggled. Matt punched her on the shoulder. “Oh, babe, you can do her. I won’t get jealous,” she teased.
Jennifer’s face turned a tad pinker than usual.
Dani leant over her seat to face Jennifer. “Come on sweetie, once we get off the car. Treat my boyfriend. What do you say?”
“Bugger’s more monogamous than a male black widow spider,” chuckled Boxer. “You’d be doing him a favour.”
“Thanks for the support, bud,” said Matt.
“No worries.”
“Are you saying I’m poisonous?” asked Dani.
Rosie reached out for Jennifer’s arm. “Not every woman gets this opportunity, darl.”
“Come on guys, leave her alone,” I said. “She’ll let us know when she’s ready for it.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want Matt,” said Boxer, then, addressing Jennifer, “If you want, I’ll do ya.”
“Leave her alone, Boxer,” I knuckled his arm. He just grunted in reply.
***
We got to Matt’s shack before noon. It was not so much a shack as a house in the woods, and not so much a house as a mansion. Matt really was a rich man – his summer retreat was bigger than my apartment and built to withstand a hurricane: the structure wasn’t just brick, but looked as though it was carved from a large block of solid stone. The front garden was overgrowing with weeds, which crept over the scattered footpath. There was even a garage, I discovered, as Matt eased the SUV in.
It did not take us long to unpack. The shack already had everything we needed: the SUV was simply loaded with clothes and enough food to stock a bomb shelter. A long break from civilisation!
“The lake is about a five minute walk that way,” Matt pointed. “But first, allow me to show you to your rooms.”
I shared a room with Boxer.
Heading downstairs in my bikini, I fell into step behind Rosie and Jennifer, who were similarly dressed and having an animated conversation.
“Maybe those reincarnologists are just freaky and want to get cooked and eaten,” said Jennifer. “Maybe that sort of fetish is what drives them into that field.”
“Surely some of them wouldn’t have that fetish. Take Doctor Rubin. She’s nearing her seventies,” said Rosie.
“Yeah, but maybe that’s why she doesn’t want to be cooked! Because she knows it’s all a farce! And she’s keeping quiet because she’s on their payroll or being blackmailed or something!” Jennifer spoke excitedly as she held the door open for us to slip outside.
“Darl, from the sound of it, no matter what they do you can make a conspiracy out of it.”
“Well...”
“Well nothing. If the female reincarnologists get eaten, it’s because they have a fetish. If they don’t get eaten, it’s because they believe the science is wrong. So no matter what they do, it all fits into your conspiracy and there’s no way to prove you wrong. It seems beyond you to believe that they are just behaving normally for reincarnologists who believe their science is right.”
“Oh Rosie! I’m just unsure, that’s all. I mean, I hope it’s true. It would be nice if it is. It’s just...well, before today, I had never met a man before, that’s all. These guys seem very nice.”
“You want to be eaten but want reassurance first,” I finally spoke up.
Jennifer looked at me in surprise and for the second time that day her face became a shade pinker than usual. “You must think I’m stupid,” she said sheepishly, confirming my hunch.
“What? No!” I was shocked. “I think you are very smart, a very smart girl. It’s smart to question these things because if they are wrong, you would be giving up everything.”
She looked down and scraped her foot against the ground bashfully. “Do you think the science is right, Alicia?”
“Sure! One day I am going to become a meal for Boxer when he lets me.”
Her face shot up, her wide eyes meeting mine. “When he lets you? You mean he’s not...?”
I laughed it off. “Who have you been talking to, Jennifer? The boys are very nice and caring. They wouldn’t pressure me into it if I didn’t want to do it. OK, sure, they probably wouldn’t like me as much if I wasn’t so willing to do anything to please them, and ironically that is probably why Boxer wants to keep me around for so long. But when you’re a man in this world where many women never get to experience a man, you have the luxury to pick the women you hang with, and you would pick the women who are the most giving, wouldn’t you? What are you doing, Rosie?”
She had removed her G-string and was standing naked before us. “Darl, can you call the boys over? I fancy being processed now.”
“What? Rosie!” I cried.
“You talked me into it, darl,” she grinned.
“What? I said nothing about being processed.”
She chuckled. “I came here wanting to be processed, but based on what you just told us, the boys will never do me unless I ask them to. Am I correct? I thought as much. So I might as well volunteer now.”
“Rosie...” Jennifer had been standing there with her mouth agape. After those brief words, her mouth returned to their agape position.
“OK...OK! You two head off behind the house. Everything we need is there, or in the shed. Pick out what you want while I get the boys.”
I ran back into the house, but the boys must have left for the lake before us. I grabbed my mobile phone and sent a text message to Boxer, then headed out back to help the girls.
Soon the boys had returned with Dani and we were all assembled by the toolshed.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Rosie?” asked Matt. “We weren’t expecting to do any of you girls out here so I didn’t bring a collar.” The collar decapitated the girl and kept her alive so she could watch her body being butchered. “Sort of stupid of me, come to think of it. Most girls coming out here with us end up wanting to be processed.”
“That’s fine, darl. I wanted to go naturally anyway. Be butchered and used for cuts of meat.”
Boxer shook his head in mock disbelief. “We’ve been set up by the meat. Trapped in a corner with no way out but to butcher her just the way she wants it. She planned this deliberately so we couldn’t use the collar.”
“So how do you want to go?” asked Matt. He was playing with an axe that had lain against the wall. Rosie’s eyes followed the blade as it flicked and spun in his hand. Her breasts visibly rose and fell when Matt began wiping the blade with a cloth.
“That looks good,” she said breathlessly. “Decapitation.”
“Before?”
“Before. I don’t fancy being alive during the butchering process. It’s not worth the pain.”
“None of those girls complain,” said Boxer.
Rosie shook her head. “I don’t fancy it enough to want to endure it. I don’t fancy it enough to want to use the collar either. That’s why I didn’t let you know before we left. I want it the old-fashioned way.”
“Want a last fuck?” asked Boxer, his eyes on me. I nodded my consent – as if he really needed it! Gosh, he was such a hopeless romantic. Besides, it would have been a serious faux pas not to give the meat girl a good farewell.
“That would be nice, darl. Both of you, if you want. But, umm...” for the first time in the years that I’d known her, Rosie stumbled over her words, “I, umm, have never had a man before...”
“That’s fine. We’ll give you a good one. Right, bud?”
“Sure, Matt.”
“OK, let’s get to work!” Matt led Rosie to the chopping block and had her kneel down over it while Boxer grabbed some rope from the toolshed. He looped one length around an overhanging branch and then proceeded to tie Rosie’s ankles together with it while Matt used another length to secure her wrists behind her back.
Dani wandered up with two buckets: one for the blood, the other for the guts.
Jennifer was watching the entire scene in wide-eyed fascination. I sidled up to her. “It’s exciting, isn’t it?” She simply nodded in reply without taking her eyes off Rosie as the boys moved to straddle her. Boxer took her rear while Matt had her head in traditional double-ended doggy-style.
Rosie had a fine figure, gorgeous in its own right but with hints of neglect from a woman distracted with too many intellectual hobbies. There was some cellulose in her thighs, but her butt remained firm, and that was what Boxer focused his hands on. Just watching him grip those cheeks made my mouth water and made me moisten my bikini.
Meanwhile, Matt was verbally directing her oral ministrations of his penis while fondling her ample breasts, which shook with each rhythmic pump from Boxer. His thrusting was initially like the pendulum on a grandfather clock but slowly picked up speed.
Watching it was making drops run down my thighs. I made my way behind Jennifer and placed both hands gently on her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Let’s have our own fun while we wait.” I slid one hand over to her breasts and the other one down to her pubes. One hand gave her breasts a playful squeeze while the other worked their way into her bikini bottom and found her dripping cunt.
She moaned in pleasure as I tweaked her clitoris. I undid the ribbons of her bikini top with my teeth. Then, working my way to her front, I engulfed one of her smallish breasts in my mouth, sucking on it and flicking her nipple with my tongue. The silly girl’s knees gave way and I had to catch her. She was heavier than she looked!
Dani came over to help and we set Jennifer down on one of the collapsible sunbathing chairs. She immediately began playing with herself without taking her eyes of Rosie and the boys.
“It looks like it’s just you and me, Dani.”
I always loved playing with Dani. Her skin was so silky smooth it was like running my hand through milk. Soon we were both naked and she was nestled between my legs. She really knew how to please a girl – we’d both had a lot of practice together over the years. I squeezed her head between my thighs but she continued licking and it wasn’t long before I was over the moon.
Before I could return the favour, the guys called us over.
“Not every woman can orgasm through intercourse,” said Matt as I wandered up behind Rosie. “Alicia here will know how to finish you off better than either of us can.”
“Just curb your biting habit, babe,” teased Boxer.
I knelt down and stuck my head up to Rosie’s pussy. Her outer labia were already parted, and the inner lips blossomed out at me. Boxer’s cum slowly dripped out of her vagina. It really was a struggle to avoid gnawing her gorgeous pussy lips off. “Damn, girl, you really live up to your name, Rosie! Your pussy looks like a flower petal!” I said as I started slurping up the cum while using my hands to service her clitoris.
Boxer had wandered up to the front to have her clean him off. Based on her moaning, she was not far from coming. And I was right – within seconds she shot a load of female ejaculate into my face. As I licked it from my lips and wiped my eyes, the boys did a final check and got into position.
Dani returned with a mat tainted with dark, dried blood and laid it out below the chopping block to catch Rosie’s head. We wouldn’t want it lying in the dirt.
Jennifer was still fingering herself on the chair.
Boxer had the rope tight, ready to haul Rosie’s body up by her feet. Dani was ready to grab her head from the mat. Rosie’s head rested on the chopping block, her eyes closed. Matt raised the axe.
“Any last words?” he asked.
“Just that you all enjoy me. It’s been good knowing you all. Especially you, Alicia. Thanks for being a wonderful friend.”
“My pleasure, babe. You’ll be great.” I slapped her lightly on the arse and stuck a finger in her dripping hole.
“Then I’m ready.”
Down went the axe.
Off went Rosie’s head.
Up went her feet, legs, body.
I quickly positioned one of the buckets to catch her blood. Her neck was spraying like a fire hose but soon settled to a steady trickle.
Dani held Rosie’s head up to give her a good look at her body. “This is you, sweetie. Don’t you look gorgeous?” She was stroking her fingers through Rosie’s black hair, ignoring the blood snaking its way across her own and down own thighs. After a few minutes, when Rosie had passed, she mounted her head on a spike. We would preserve it later. Gosh, I loved those dimples.
The boys returned with knives and began gutting her, filling up the other bucket. Dani and I cleaned ourselves up in the outdoor shower. We giggled to ourselves when we heard Jennifer reaching a climax watching the boys empty out Rosie’s body cavity.
Guess what we had for dinner that night?
“You know, Dani,” I said through a mouthful of Rosie, “you should get yourself skinned. Your skin would make such wonderful material, it’s like silk.”
“Now that you mention it, Alicia, I have always wanted to be made into an armchair.” She gave a furtive glance at Matt, who pretended he wasn’t paying attention. “Some of the latest models look so beautiful – and they even have vaginal cavities.”
“And your head would be perfect for mounting on a wall.”
“You reckon?” she raised her hands to her cheeks.
“Yeah!”
“How would you go, Alicia?” asked Jennifer.
“You know what I reckon? I reckon she would be perfect for a full-body roast,” said Dani.
“I always fancied being turned into milkshake,” I said. “How awesome would that be? Just melt away. Become like water, but tastier. Alicia-flavoured milkshake. Who wouldn’t want to drink to that?”
“That would be so wasteful!” exclaimed Dani. “You have such a wonderful body, it should be enjoyed as meat, not as milkshake!”
“Then a compromise. I want to see myself get eaten too. Too bad I can only die once! So maybe use a collar to remove my head, cook my body, then melt my head.”
“Roasting is better if you can experience it full-on,” said Matt. “If you’re going to use the collar, you might as well have your body served in parts.”
“You reckon?” I said. “Yeah, maybe. We have plenty of time to work it out. Don’t we, Boxer?”
He just grunted in reply. He obviously didn’t want to lose me just yet.
“I love you too, babe.” I snapped my teeth inches from his ear.
“The sooner we cook your annoying little arse, the sooner I will feel safe from your biting frenzies,” joked Boxer.
“What’s the best way to cook Jennifer?” I wondered.
“Good question,” said Dani. “We don’t know her well enough. What do you like, sweetie?”
Jennifer shyly shifted some meat on her plate with her fork.
“Rosie could have told us,” I said. “She and Jennifer had been friends for years. I think she’s into spit roasting.”
Jennifer’s head shot up. “Rosie told you that?” she asked, aghast.
“That you used to play around with it all the time?” I teased. “Nah, not directly. But she asked to borrow my spit toys a lot, and you two lived together. It takes two people to use them, after all.”
“Oh.” Her blush had taken a turn for the red.
“I reckon you would be a good spit roast,” I said. “Once you’re ready and comfortable with the whole thing.”
“Well...” we could hear her shuffle her feet beneath the table. “Well, after hearing you two talk so casually about it...and Rosie...she was so confident about it...well...maybe you guys can spit roast me tomorrow?”
She was looking at us almost pleadingly.
“We would love to, babe. You have the perfect body for a spit roasting, too. Oh, hang on,” I turned to Matt, “do we have the gear for it here? Excellent. Looks like you get your wish, Jennifer.”
More feet shuffling. “Well, umm...I have also never had a man before—“
“Which of the two would you like?” I asked. “Or both?”
“Both tomorrow please. If that’s all right, I mean. But I would like to spend the night with Boxer – if it’s OK with you, of course,” she quickly added.
“Do you want him all to yourself?”
“Oh, well, I think it would be nice to have you there too, Alicia.”
“Then it’s settled,” I grinned.
“Poor Matt, he doesn’t get to fuck the new girl,” said Dani. “Boxer gets all the action.”
“There’s a benefit to being a man of few words,” noted Matt.
Boxer just grunted in reply.
***
When we got to the bedroom, Boxer quickly lost his clothes and ditched them into a corner. How romantic.
Jennifer’s eyes never left his penis as she knelt down in front of him, but Boxer lifted her back up. I moved up behind her and raised my hands up underneath her shirt, cupping her small, firm breasts through her bra while Boxer worked off her jeans. She removed her shirt on her own.
Boxer and I shifted positions around her like two wolves dancing around their prey. Now in front of Jennifer, I reached behind her to remove her bra straps, pushing her torso against mine, our breasts touching through the fabric. She was breathing heavily on my neck. I nudged her face up with my chin and planted a kiss on her lips. Her mouth retained a slight hint of Rosie mixed with port.
I stepped back with her bra, leaving her tongue lingering outside her mouth in a pleading gesture, and then stepped forward to pin her arms to her side and using my legs to lock hers.
Boxer, standing behind her now, quickly gripped her neck in a lock with his elbow. Her gasp turned into a choke in her throat as her arms instinctively tried to rise, but I merely tightened my hug. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Want to try some submissive? Boxer is good with asphyxiation. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine for tomorrow, but it’s your last chance for fun. Blink twice for yes.”
I caught her two blinks and gave the signal to Boxer, who lifted her off the ground. Jennifer’s legs made small, futile kicks as she raised her hands to her neck while I worked her panties off.
“Don’t use your nails,” came Boxer’s command from above. Jennifer must have been new to this: most newbies didn’t realise about the nails.
I looked up to see Boxer running his spare hand over Jennifer’s breasts and stroking her smooth belly. I forced her legs apart and focused on teasing her pussy. Her inner thighs were already moist with her wetness, and I easily slid two, three fingers into her vagina. The folds of her labia looked so meaty; I shifted my head to grab a bite—
“Move,” Boxer commanded and I quickly shuffled away as he lowered her down, guided her to the bed and then pushed her backwards onto the mattress. She was sprawled across the width of the bed, her legs dangling from one end and her head at the other. I made my way to her head and pulled her until her shoulders were aligned with the edge. I knelt down and bent her head backwards so that her face was upside down, chin to the ceiling. Kissing somebody upside down is a very different experience. She fumbled clumsily at first, but quickly got the hang of it. I felt her shudders as Boxer entered her and started thrusting. Slowly to start with.
“Hang tight,” I told her as I stood up and removed my kit. Boxer had Jennifer’s legs up to her chest and was suckling one of her breasts. They were small, but more than a handful, and mouth-wateringly firm.
I straddled Jennifer’s head and played with her other breast. She quickly got the hint and started servicing my pussy. She was not too bad at it: soon I was moaning and moving my hips in small involuntary motions.
As she worked up the pleasure, I wrapped both my hands around her throat with my thumbs above her wind pipe and slowly pressed them down. She let out a surprised choke and momentarily paused before servicing me again. As I applied more pressure, her tongue movements became more erratic. When her tongue movements stopped, I released her and stepped back. She coughed her breathing back to normal. All this time, Boxer simply grunted and pumped.
“You’re a wonder licker, sweetie,” I whispered in Jennifer’s ear as I stroked her neck, tiptoeing my fingers over her shoulders and pinched her clavicles. “Now it’s my turn to lick you. I hope you don’t mind if I get an early taste.” I bared my teeth, hissed, pulled her hair to bend her head back and pressed my open mouth over her exposed neck. And bit.
Gently. Don’t want to leave a mark.
She let out a gasp of surprise and Boxer yelled out, “Fuck! That’s tight!”
I bit down a little harder. My drool was slathering all over her neck. I poked and licked her skin with my tongue as I sank my teeth in a tiny bit more. Her hands reached out and grabbed my head, grabbed my hair, pushing my head down further into her neck. She was loving it!
My fingers played over her face, reaching blindly for her mouth before plunging in. She licked and gently bit them. Electricity flowed up through my vagina.
Boxer was pumping hard now. I released Jennifer’s neck and straddled her head again.
Jennifer came first. She bucked and bumped her head against my cunt. Ouch! Boxer came quickly after, and Jennifer finished me off soon after that.
That was just the beginning. We didn’t get much sleep that night.
***
Jennifer was primed to go early the next morning. She enthusiastically showered, cleaned and shaved herself.
“Do I have to shave my head?” she asked. Her reservations were understandable: it would have been a crime against humanity to lose those copper-brown tresses.
“Do you want us to eat your head or preserve it?” I asked.
“Preserve? Oh! You guys would be keeping it?”
“We would like to.”
“That would be kind of cool. I mean, unless you guys want to eat my head. I don’t mind.”
“Tie your hair up in a bun. We have an attachment that should keep the heat away. Do you want a painkiller?”
Out in the backyard, the guys had her on the table. They had just finished giving her a last fuck. Matt slipped the knife through her tight belly and opened up her abdomen. The boys then removed her guts into the bucket Dani provided. As Dani rushed the bucket into the cool room where Rosie’s buckets and parts were all being kept, I sprayed Jennifer’s insides with Cwick-Clot and filled her with stuffing before sewing her back together. Jennifer was fingering herself to orgasm through the effects of the painkiller: a traditional pain-to-pleasure one.
Matt fitted one end of the double-ended spit into her vagina and attached the anal stabilising rod while Boxer shoved the other end of the spit – the one with air holes – down her throat. We preferred the double-ended type to the single pole because it was so hard to avoid puncturing all the vital organs with the pole. The professionals made an art of it, so it was possible with practice – but how could we practise when so many of the people we spitted were our friends? The double-ended spit was not as romantic, but it was very practical to allow the meat girl to enjoy her ride. Jennifer was certainly enjoying it, as the guys tied her arms behind her back and her legs to the spit. I fitted the see-through funnel around her neck, which would protect her head against heat. Then the boys lifted her over the fire and fitted both ends of the spit into the mechanical rotator.
I took a brush, dipped it into the sauce and started basting her. Jennifer smelled no different to how she did last night, but that would soon change. Such a ticklish girl - her toes wriggled when I did her feet. Her breasts were particularly fun to do, as they were large enough to move with the brush. Her toes also wriggled when I stroked the brush back and forth over her nipples. Despite the heat, her nipples had hardened and the bumps on her areola stood firm. Oh how I wanted to nibble on them again right then and there.
“I have always found it fascinating how a girl can support her own weight on those two spit ends,” say Dani, who was now standing beside me. “Why doesn’t it just slip out?”
“I think it’s something to do with electromagnets,” said Matt as he slid up behind Dani and started removing her clothes. Her generous breasts popped out as he removed her bra. “There’s a button on both ends we have to press before lifting her up, and my credit card always gets wiped if I stand too near to it. I have no idea where the batteries go, though. Never had one fail on me before.”
“Maybe it’s nuclear,” said Boxer as he started undressing me too. “They’re used in all life-long appliances now.”
“Really? Isn’t it dangerous? People might get worried about radioactive food,” asked Matt as he strung up the two nooses by a tree branch.
“The exposure is only slightly above background radiation,” said Boxer as he set up the two stools beneath the nooses and tied our hands behind our backs. “The shielding is very good. My company designed them.”
“Wouldn’t the shielding become radioactive too?” asked Matt as he slipped the nooses around my and Dani’s necks. He then motioned for us to step up on the stools.
“Not before the power ran out and needed to be replaced, which could be decades,” said Boxer as he pulled the ropes tight and tied them off. “There is very little radioactive material in there. It’s not like we’re powering a city.”
“Now, girls,” said Matt. “Are you up for this? Last one conscious gets her fillet. Ready? Good. Go!”
Matt and Boxer simultaneously kicked the stools from beneath our feet.
It doesn’t take long to fall unconscious, believe me. And no matter how many times we did it, it was impossible to avoid kicking our legs a little as our footing disappeared. It must have been a good show for the boys.
The boys also fingered us, which didn’t help. It was so incredibly frustrating, becoming aroused but not wanting to waste the energy. Boxer could be so cruel sometimes.
Suddenly Boxer left my side and went to catch Dani as Matt cut her down. I lost consciousness after that.
***
I awoke on the collapsible sun chair with the resuscitator strapped over my face. I removed it and stood up. Dani was still unconscious with her own life-recovering resuscitator. Still naked too. The boys were over by Jennifer, tending to her body. I walked over and joined them. The odour of the sauce mixed with the aroma of Jennifer’s cooking meat to give the characteristic smell of a roast – with a hint of Jennifer. A girl always added her own unique aroma to the mix.
“Sorry about that, babe,” said Boxer. “We were a bit slow.”
“That’s OK sweetie.” I looked over at the ropes, which Matt had severed with an axe to release us. “How long have I been out for?”
“Not long. Let’s go over into the shade and talk.”
Boxer was such a hopeless romantic. As I sat, stark-naked, on his lap, as he caressed my thighs, my breasts, my arms, as I fondled his balls, we chatted about work, about travelling, about turning me into a milker. As he settled into fondling my breasts, we talked about Rosie, about my obsession with becoming milkshake, about going fishing tomorrow.
Matt and Dani were having a heart-to-heart as well.
And Jennifer? She was spinning, her dripping juices occasionally falling into the fire with a hiss. It was such a beautiful sight: even her belly looked no different to last night. So taut and smooth. Her thin arms looked delectable, like wings on a bird. Her shapely hips gave her the illusion of plumpness until the spit turned and we admired in her slimness.
Eventually Matt signalled Jennifer’s passing, followed hours later by her being ready. He and Boxer carried her to the preparation table and set her up while Dani and I presented the side dishes we had prepared.
The boys had Jennifer set up in a kneeling position on the outdoor dining table. Her head was well-preserved and retained its lively glow, now permanently a shade pinker than usual. We would set it in resin tonight, just as we had done with Rosie’s – so that it would last long enough until we could get it preserved properly. Matt removed the funnel and used the serving knife to carve a line all the way around her neck, a little into the cooked zone. We would eat below that line.
Her breasts had expanded a bit in the cooking process but then shrunk as they cooled, so that they now sagged slightly. They still looked deliciously sexy; one set any girl would have been proud to own aside from the sunburnt colour.
Jennifer’s arms remained locked behind her back, but the rope had been cut loose. They looked tender and firm. I poked them lightly with a fork and they sprung back into shape. Her thighs were similarly taut.
More than the sight of her delicious body, her aroma made my mouth water. Her unique fragrance I had enjoyed all night mixed with her flavoured meat and sauces, making me impatient for a taste. It was all I could do to restrain myself from jumping onto her and tearing her to pieces with my teeth.
Matt cut off a slice for everybody, and included the prize on my plate. I was looking down at the clitoris I was servicing less than twenty-four hours ago, at the pussy that had spread its moisture to her thighs before I even had the chance to throw her panties aside. The same pussy lips that I had wanted to chew on so desperately yesterday – finally! My chance! I dug in with ravish.
The first slices came from her thighs and rump. This was quickly followed by slices from her belly and chest – breasts already detached and consumed. I got my wish and was able to devour one of her hard nipples and bumpy areola that I had serviced with the basting brush. We detached her arms and ate them like wings. Big, meaty human wings. As I chewed the flesh off her fingers, I wondered if Jennifer had found that the science was right. I wondered how long it would take her to return to us.
The rest of her we saved for later. It was going to be a great retreat.