Posted by rache on August 22, 2004 at 18:59:41:
Story Codes: F/F, M+/F, Rape, Cannibal, Snuff, Consensual, Humor
Copyright 2004 Rachael P. Ross all rights reserved. This story may be archived/reposted to FREE adult access provided my name, email rache696@yahoo.com and this notice are included in the message text. This is a fictional account and not intended to resemble any persons, living or dead.
Author's Note: I am a big Dolcett fan and I have leaned on him for inspiration many times. Hopefully he will not object to the use of his name for my imaginary setting. This is NOT an explicit story by any stretch. The appeal of Dolcett's work, for me, has always been the underlying social acceptance of death and cannibalism. It fascinates me, seduces me, and that was my focus here. So if you are looking for sensationalism, shock value, or just blood...it isn't here, sorry. -rr
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Help Wanted
fiction by rache
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HELP WANTED: Disposable Female Student 18-26 for Humanities Dept Picnic April 01 Clean and Drug Free a must! Kosher a plus, but all Ethnic and Social backgrounds will be considered. Applicants will conform to reasonable height/weight ratio. Personal, medical, and student history, including GPA, must be submitted with applicant photograph to G.Peabody PhD. Humanities Chair, Dolcett University no later than Feb 29 2004.
HELP WANTED: Desperately seeking Female age 18-22 for breeding…
Hmmm…
“You know, I could do that.” I pointed at the ad in the campus newspaper.
Jenny, my best friend and roommate, looked at me and shook her head. “You want to be a breeder?”
“No, silly!” I gave her a look. “This one!” I tapped it with my fingernail. “I’m disposable, I’m clean, height/weight proportional, etcetera etcetera.”
“Yeah, but I heard they were looking for someone with Mensa membership this year.” Jenny sipped her coffee.
“Who’d you hear that from?” I frowned. I was going to join Mensa once, but then I found out they wanted money just to tell me how smart I was, and I was too smart for that!
“From Shelly. Her roommate is dating that guy, Brian, from the metallurgy department, and his best friend is rooming with one of Professor Peabody’s grad students.”
“Oh.” My eyes got real big in a sarcastic sort of way. “It must be gospel then!”
“They’re gay.” Jenny nodded sagely, as if that made a difference.
“Who is?”
“The grad student and the roommate…God! You never pay attention Lisa, I don’t know why I bother sometimes.”
“Because you love me.” I smiled at her.
“Well.” She sniffed. “Somebody has to.”
“I’m going to call that Peabody guy and see what’s up, anyway, I mean my 3.995 might just be enough, even without the little Mensa card.”
“Suit yourself, but if you get all disappointed don’t come crying to me, okay? I have enough problems with Spunky.”
“Why, what happened to him?”
“He bet his left nut on Utah last weekend, and this weekend he went double or nothing on the USC game…” Jenny rolled her eyes. “…and lost.”
Jenny’s new boyfriend was such a dope. “When are you going to collect?”
“Tonight, right after dinner.” She did a little flutter thing with her fingers like she does sometimes. “He’s been crying for the last two days, writing little notes.”
“Little notes?”
“Yeah, he sent me poem in my email this morning called ‘Ode to my Balls’ and I know he’s just trying to get me to have sex with him before I do it.”
“Honestly, Jenny, I don’t know what you see in that guy.” I drained my coffee cup and stood up to put it in the sink, I was running late.
“Well, I thought dating a virgin would be cute, you know? But honestly, it’s more trouble than it’s worth. I’m going to break up as soon as I castrate him, he’s just clings too much, you know?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“I mean, I was betting my left boob and you know he’d have collected in a heartbeat.”
“Uh-huh.” Once Jenny started talking she liked to keep going. “I need to get to class. Just dump the guy, huh? And don’t let him talk you out of it either, cause being a virgin is bad enough, but being a castrated virgin? Please…There’s a special place in hell for those people!”
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My third period class was 21st Century Neo-Morality with Professor von Gestalt, just down the hall from Professor Peabody’s office, so I thought I’d stop by and see what was up with the help wanted ad in the paper. He wasn’t in, of course, the department chairs were never in for a mere mortal like myself, but his secretary was friendly enough.
“Hi!” I smiled extra-brightly because one look at the secretary told me she was into bright people. She had big red hair and a Hawaiian muumuu in some lavender/pink/yellow pattern that made me faintly dizzy.
“Hi!” She smiled back.
“I’m trying to find out a little more about Professor Peabody’s Help Wanted ad? The one for the picnic?” I nodded and wiggled my eyebrows to show the woman how serious I was.
“Oh! Well, I know all about it!” She nodded too, arching her eyebrows, and I wondered if I started clucking like a chicken, if she’d do it along with me.
“Great!” I smiled. “I heard the candidate had to be in Mensa? Is that right?”
“Mensa? Oh Lordy no, dear.” She smiled. “Wherever did you get that idea?”
“Oh, it’s just a rumor floating around.” I waved it off. “And uh, what would be the minimum GPA for a candidate?”
“Well, technically 3.66 would be the minimum, but really it depends more on, uh…the more delicate parts.” She talked softly, like the walls had ears.
“The more delicate parts?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Yes, like, well…like the cunt filet, for example. If the quality is high enough, well…GPA goes right out the window, you know?” She giggled. “Perhaps you could, um, show me yours and I’ll show you what I mean.”
“Just don’t bite me!” I winked at the old dyke and sat on her desk, spreading my legs and pulling my panties to the side.
“Oh my!” She flushed a little. “If I were you, I wouldn’t worry about GPA at all!” She reached out to pinch the soft skin just to the left of my slit. “What, um…do you use…”
“I use a touch of olive oil.” I whispered. “Virgin. With butter and a pinch of garlic, just warm it up and massage it into the meat. Can you smell it?”
“Oh goodness yes!” She leaned closer.
“No biting!” I teased her.
“Oh, can you come over for dinner? This weekend?” She was practically begging me, but I shook my head.
“If you want to eat this you have to get me to the picnic.” I laughed. “Otherwise…” I shrugged. “I’ll probably just become a lawyer.”
“Oh my! What a waste!” She looked shocked. “Do you have your package?”
“Do I really need one?” I smiled, pulling my labia apart.
“Uh…give me your name and um, phone number.” She breathed, inhaling the subtle fragrance of my tenderized flesh. I nodded and penned the info on a piece of memo paper and handed it to her.
She took it and then leaned forward and gave my thigh a little love bite. “Sorry.” She giggled. “Now don’t you worry, Lisa.” She read my name off the paper. “I’ll make sure this goes at the very top of the pile!”
I walked to my class whistling happily. Yep, if 4 years of college had taught me nothing else, it was that secretaries were at the top of the food chain. She could look at all the pictures and names and GPA’s she wanted to, but when she made up Professor Peabody’s mind about who was going to be served up at the picnic, it would be my pussy that she remembered.
Just then 6 guys grabbed me and dragged me into an empty classroom, ripping at my clothes. I was frightened momentarily and I almost started screaming, but then I remembered it was initiation week for the Frats. I endured the gang rape patiently, it wasn’t the first one I’d been subjected to. I smiled at the guys as they waited for their turns, using my hands and mouth to keep them fluffed if they needed it. They were Epsilon Beta Phi’s and really very gentle, I enjoyed it quite a lot. Once all six had fucked me, they thanked me and I signed their initiation log, a little book they had to carry around that all the girl’s they raped could sign and put little comments in. If the girl didn’t sign, the rape didn’t count.
“Lisa Pavageau, Senior (I signed) You guys were perfect gentlemen and it was one of the nicest and most polite gang-rapes I’ve ever experienced. But in the future, don’t apologize quite so much, 3 or 4 times is more than enough, and yes, it is perfectly alright to cum in a girl’s mouth during a gang rape, and although I did appreciate it when the guy asked me, it was kind of a mood spoiler. On the DU Gang Rape Scale I give you guys a four. It would have been higher, but the lack of violence really hurts…try harder next time. And growl a little more, the fear factor was way down.”
“Are you guys gonna be in the Rape-A-Thon?” I asked them as I handed back their book.
“Yeah, hey…we have a sponsor sheet, would you like to sponsor us? We’re going to try and rape the whole art department, that’s 238 girls.” The guy talking was cute.
“That’s a lot of girls! I’m already committed to the Gamma Kappa Lambda guys though, they’re doing the English Department.”
“Those guys are good.” One of them said and I nodded.
“Yeah, they’ve raped me a lot, but mostly during the homecoming parade.”
“Oh!” One guy clicked his fingers. “You were on that float, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, me and a couple other girls.” I smiled, quite flattered that they’d recognized me.
“Right, yeah, I thought you looked familiar.”
“Hey, thanks for the rape guys, I have to get to class.” I waved and wiped at my pussy, glad I’d already stopped by Professor Peabody’s office. I fixed my clothes too. Thank goodness I’d only lost one button on my blouse, but my bra was ruined. Oh well.
“Sure. Thanks for signing the book, catch you later!”
“I hope so!” I laughed and shook my head. I was going to miss college.
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“…if we are to believe Sophocles when he wrote…Ah, Lisa! How nice of you to join us.” Professor Van Gestalt smiled, but his eyes were cold. I’d been trying to sneak in unnoticed.
“uh, sorry Professor…I was being raped by the Epsilon…”
“I see.” He nodded gravely, cutting me off. “We were just discussing the Oedipus Complex and it’s implication for the females of our enlightened species.”
I nodded, looking around. I was the only female in this particular class, by some strange quark of fate.
“You’re a female, Lisa, do you want to kill your mother? Sleep with your father? Anything like that, hmmm?” He was mocking me, I thought, but he was an old school misogynist, so what did I expect?
“Uh…” I shrugged. “I’m not sure ‘want’ is the correct term, professor.” I frowned slightly. “It sounds a little…anti-social.”
“This is philosophy, my dear.” The old man smiled and looked around, inviting my fellow students to chuckle. “We’re allowed to be anti-social.” He paused while my face reddened. There were very few female philosophy majors for a reason. “Sit down, Lisa. And thank you. What we have just witnessed, gentlemen, is an example of the modern female’s intuitive denial of her…”
I opened my notebook, pretending to be undisturbed by his words. I didn’t think his questions had been very fair.
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Friday night was the big Senior-Freshman Mixer. All of the Seniors had ‘adopted’ a freshman at the beginning of the school year. It was an old tradition and it really gave the University a sense of family. Throughout the year there were many events scheduled, like the dance on Friday night. It gave us seniors a chance to check up on our younger friends, to see how they were adjusting to campus life.
My freshman was a mousy girl of 18 named Heather. She looked positively delicious, in an innocent, virginal sort of way. She had short black hair and deep green eyes, a petite little body like a gymnast might possess, and a way of smiling that just made you want to throw her on the floor and make her cry. I seriously doubted that Heather would survive her freshman year.
But people had said the same thing about me once upon a time. It was just a matter of self-discipline, really. I’d been tempted plenty of times, especially as a freshman, but I’d resisted. No does mean no, after all. Of course Heather didn’t look like the kind of girl who could say no too anything or anyone. She was too eager to please, too excited at the attention, even while such attention obviously embarrassed her terribly. That was part of her attraction.
So, you’ll understand why I was apprehensive about bringing Heather to the mixer. Not because I didn’t like the girl, I loved her like a sister. No, it was mere selfishness on my part. I figured there was maybe a 50-50 chance that Heather would be the evening’s dessert. I’d have much preferred keeping her all to myself, perhaps for Jenny’s birthday party.
I brought it up as Heather and I walked to Hedonist Hall, where the dance was being held. “I was talking to Jenny the other day about you.” I told the girl.
“Your roommate?” Heather looked up at me briefly. “About what?”
“Well, her birthday is in a couple weeks and we were thinking about doing a Mongolian Barbeque thing.”
“Really? Wow!” She nodded. “Mongolian is great!”
“Yeah, Jen really likes it.”
“What does that have to do with me?” She asked and I had to look at her to see if she was serious.
“Well, I was wondering what you’d think about being barbequed?” I gave her a hopeful smile.
“Oh!” She paused and I stopped walking too, watching her. “Oh! You mean you want to serve me?”
“Yeah, I think you’d be perfect, Heather.” I nodded. “Jenny thinks so too, believe me, she’d love to have you.”
“Oh my!” Heather giggled a little nervously. “I sort of pictured myself, I don’t know, like roasted. My sister was roasted for her high school graduation two years ago, and it was really nice.”
We started walking again. “Well, it’s up to you, Heather. Lot’s of girls get roasted though, I just thought maybe you’d like to try something…different.” And I did too, I wasn’t just feeding the girl a line or anything.
“Do you need an answer right now?” Heather sounded like she was interested and I wondered if she’d already been asked by someone else.
“No, uh-uh, but her birthday is in two weeks, so…” I shrugged.
“Okay. I just need to think about it, you know. The Delta’s asked me if I wanted to be part of their initiation. Do you know about them?”
I laughed. “Yeah, Heather, everyone knows about the Delta’s.” The Delta’s were a Sorority and they did a Midnight Mass for their initiation every year, sacrificing a virgin and drinking her blood from the skull of the Marquis De Sade, or some such thing. It was all supposed to be a secret, of course, but there were precious few of those at Dolcett University. The same could be said of virgins, for that matter.
“Oh.” She sounded like she was disappointed that she couldn’t share a secret with me. “Well, I was thinking about doing it.”
“Well, you should then.” I told her honestly.
“Really? You think so?”
“Sure, I heard it was a lot of fun. They don’t really eat you though, they just drink your blood.”
“Oh, yeah. I know that.” She nodded her head vigorously. “And afterwards they have a goat named Lucifer that has sex with my body.” She sighed. “I just wish I could see it.”
“Me too.” I thought out loud.
Heather giggled a little self-consciously.
“You should do it.” I decided for the girl and we stopped again so I could give Heather a hug, kissing her gently. “You deserve it.”
“You sure?” She rubbed her body against mine. “What about your barbeque?”
“We’ll find someone else.” I smiled at the girl. “There’s a guy in my psych class, he’s so hot for Jen he’d do anything to be close to her.”
Heather laughed softly. “I know the feeling.” She let me kiss her again, this time parting her soft lips for my tongue.
“Do you want to skip the mixer?” I asked Heather, a little breathlessly.
“Yeah.” She sighed. “Just don’t, um…don’t pop my cherry, okay?” She stared into my eyes, blushing sweetly.
“Of course not!” I ran my hand down to her butt, squeezing her playfully. “We’ll find someplace else to play!”
Later…We were in my bed, with our legs intertwined, our fingers playing across each other’s faces, breasts, and shoulders. I’d used my mouth, fingers, and toys on Heather’s tight little ass, almost to the exclusion of all else. I’d even managed to fist the tiny girl, briefly and carefully, luxuriating in the wonderful confines of her sweet derriere. For the moment we were sated.
“I wonder what it will be like.” Heather whispered.
“What’s that?” I had my eyes closed, trying to focus on what her left hand was doing to my pussy.
“Losing my virginity.” She curled a finger inside me easily, tickling gently. “I mean, will it hurt do you think?”
I laughed at her. “Of course not, you’ll be dead, silly.” I opened my eyes, just so I could roll them for her.
“Well, yeah. But…” Her voice trailed off as I pushed her down, so she could kiss my flat tummy. “…maybe the goat. It won’t hurt him, will it?”
“Nooo…” I moaned. “He’s probably fucked a lot of virgins, believe me. He’s going to love you…”
“But…” She licked my body slowly. “I just wish I could feel it…”
I pushed her head lower, grabbing her hair in my fingers. “Shhhh…” I whispered, spreading my legs and lifting my hips as the need filled me. “Lick me, Heather…shut up and lick me…!”
Jenny came in a few minutes after midnight, undressing as she looked down on Heather and I. My freshman lover had fallen asleep and I’d been halfway there myself.
“Hi.” Jenny whispered.
“Hi.” I smiled and slowly, carefully moved my arm out from under Heather’s head, letting her sink back down peacefully onto the mattress.
“Is that Heather?” It was hard to tell in the dim light, I’m sure, and I nodded. “Did you ask her about the Mongolian thing?”
“Yeah, she liked it.” I said, watching Jen quickly strip down to nothing. I loved watching her undress. She’s tall and blonde and more than a little sexy.
“But?” Jen looked at me and slipped into bed on the other side of Heather, pressing herself to the sleeping girl’s warmth.
“But she’s going to be the sacrifice for the Delta Initiation.” I gave her a wry grin. “Hard to compete with that.”
“Yeah.” Jen sighed and turned slightly, brushing a lock of hair out of Heather’s eyes. “She’s really a virgin, huh?”
“yeah.” I nodded. “You should see her cunt.”
“As pretty as yours?” Jen grinned at me.
“Prettier.” I sighed. “Anyway, did you do it?”
Jen nodded. “Yeah, I told him I just wasn’t interested in a man with no balls.” Jen lifted the sheet slowly, exposing Heather’s body. “He cried, mostly since I was the one who cut them off. He figured I owned him or something now. He was trying to kiss my feet.”
Jenny’s boyfriend, ex-boyfriend now, a guy named Spunky, of all things, had bet his balls on a basketball game. He’d lost and Jenny had them hanging from the rear view mirror in her little Honda. She’d been trying to break up with him for three days.
“He’s so…” Jen searched for the word.
“Clingy?” I smiled.
“Yeah! Clingy, exactly!” Jenny laughed. “Oh, she does have a perfect little puss! Look at that!” Jenny slid down so her nose was a few scant inches from Heather’s slumbering sex. “God!”
I moved too, being careful not to wake the girl, so that both of us hovered over Heather’s lightly furred sex. Her hair was black, but so fine, it was almost transparent, displaying her tiny clitoris and the sweet plump folds of her labia easily.
“They’re going to sacrifice this to a cow?” Jen shook her head in amazement.
“A goat.” I corrected her. “Yeah.”
“What a waste.” Jen put her fingers on Heather’s Venus mound, the soft swell just above her clit.
“Are you hungry?” I whispered, smiling at Jenny.
“You mean…” She looked down at Heather’s cunt.
“She’s just a freshman.” I licked my lips. “They’re fair game, everyone knows it.”
Heather would have to consent, of course, but with Jen and I both working on the girl, what chance did she really have? She'd be begging to feed us before the clock struck one. We'd done it before, with girls a lot stronger than this one. And Jen knew it.
“What about the Delta’s? They’re gonna be pissed.” Jen grinned at me.
“What about them?” I shrugged. “They can have Spunky!”
“Oh, you’re bad!” Jenny kissed the top of Heather’s slit and the girl moved a little in her sleep, blissfully unaware of how much danger she was truly in.
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