Posted by Rip on November 22, 2003 at 21:23:22:
In trying to find the perfect Thanksgiving story I meticulously downloaded about twenty different samples, and typical of most Cannibal tales . . . they all fucking sucked ass. Personally the best Cannibal writer on the Web in my opinion is Hisdinner, and when it comes to the Hunt, well hands down the winner is PK, but those are both current writers and I wanted to publish an old classic, so reaching WAY back I did find an old piece of Cannibal history that was relatively complete and didn't suck to bad. I have no clue who wrote it, so if any of you old farts recognize it then please do identify it, I did find an email address but I'm not sure if it works or not, and I'm not sure if it belongs to the original writer or if it's one of a reposter. Also this is the second part of a story, I tried like hell to find the first half but it just wasn't in the cards, this is an OLD story. I found it hidden in a classic repost from 1997. When your done make sure that somebody helps out with the dishes and this year is it to much to ask for to save me a piece of the pumpkin pie? And I'm not pointing any fingers, or naming any names, but recycling the whipcream isn't just poor hygiene, but its fucking rude too!
The trip was uneventful and quiet. With the two women bound, gagged and drugged, the three spent hours on the road as they proceeded to the secret, remote location. Over the last two weeks, the residents had arrived from all over and were making preparations for their biannual feast.
The group of twenty-five, was an eclectic collection of people from all over, all from Everett's travels and secret society. Most were couples from respectable backgrounds who led otherwise quiet, uneventful lives. Little did those around these unsuspecting people know of their secret passion. Most were drawn to the powerful, sexual, and dark exploration of man's capacity for exploring unknown limits. Others were there for the torture and mutilation of the victims, with the ensuing meal as the ultimate celebration of their passion for pain. Regardless, Everett and the secret society were very restrictive and very wary of any possible leak of their activities. However, the rewards were unknown to the rational man. Eating the flesh and organs of another was a high impossible to achieve any other way.
The van pulled up to a remote industrial location on the outskirts of another city. The building was an abandoned glass factory that employed hundreds and sprawled across the landscape. The group had assumed a small, secured portion of the location in the basement where the firing kilns once burned. With the same meticulous nature of the clothing store, the location was protected by a phalanx of secret alarm systems that were transparent to the eye. A remote door opened as the van entered the cavernous hideaway.
Everett, Jessica and Sven greeted the onlookers, everyone knew they were successful in bringing the main course for the group. Opening the van and placing the still drugged woman on gurneys, the group applauded Everett at his catch. Many people touched the smooth, naked white skin of their captives, commenting on their full breasts and wide hips. Over the next several days, the group would get to know them better.
The two women were kept separate from each other, and never saw the other until the final day. The only thing Nancy learned of the other woman was her name: Eileen. That was all. Life was fleeting in this dark cavernous place.
Nancy was awakened by a single light over the cool steel table she laid upon. Her last stream of consciousness was in the dressing room, trying on nightgowns. The only thing she had on now was a too small camisole and her white cotton high-waisted briefs. Her nipples peeked out from the smooth fabric. Her wrists were fastened tightly to the table, as were her legs. Her mouth was gagged, unable to mutter a word to those around her that lurked in the darkness. She did not know it then, but those around her would repeatedly take advantage of her flowing female features. Grabbing her round breasts, holding her full hips, and ultimately thrusting engorged cocks into the tight ass and firm cunt. Over the course of two days, she lost the streams of consciousness. In the darkened room, she lost track of the number of times that her captives took advantage of her secured body, emptying themselves into her tense cunt. Sleep and reality became the same, as were the cocks that were thrust angrily into her mouth. Once in awhile, she would feel the soft folds of a warm woman's vagina against her tongue. She was ordered to lick it, and to love it until her warden released herself. Most often, she fell asleep, feeling warm cum running down her meaty thighs from her sore ass. At least this was better than what Eileen was experiencing.
Eileen was attractive enough, with full, firm breasts and a tight ass and thighs. A quiet, unassuming woman in her mid-20s, Eileen was not treated with the same respect. Maybe it was her age, or her flat, strong belly that caused the endless beatings. In darkened rooms, she was subjected to long and painful beatings. There was nowhere to turn for help. Her nipples were constantly in pain from the clamps, as were the clamps masterfully placed on the folds of her belly and vaginal lips. Instead of the soothing massages Nancy received each night, Eileen was slowly beaten with each stroke to where she started bleeding. She was constantly fed food and liquids, trying to ensure she lost no weight during her final days. Not to mention the unmerciful fucks.
When her final day came, it was little different from her regular days of forced terror. She was moved into a nearby, brightly lit room, where firm and permanent ankle bracelets were placed. Everett and the rest of the group gathered in this ceremony of life, as the well-rehearsed group turned her squirming body upside down as the wenches hoisted her body upwards, causing Eileen to hang upside down. Everett took the pleasure to walk around the doomed body, caressing the legs, belly and hanging breasts. Then, with great ceremony from the group, he raised his straight edge and very slowly began to slice Eileen's smooth white throat from ear to ear. Her squirming and squeals were without help, and the group watched her movements become less and less violent as the random dish-tubs captured her flowing blood and her body fell silent.
Before the group, Everett began the lengthy and laborious task of preparing the carcass for the next day's meal. On his assistant's table were many sharp scalpels, a new hacksaw and several replacement blades. As if it were any other day, Everett began to prepare the fresh meat for their impending feast. In fact, this was the beginning of Everett's finest day. First, he plunged a long knife just under her cunt lips and drew the knife down the middle of her rib cage down her chest, opening the mid-section. After slowly cutting and preserving every internal organ, Everett continued to clean the internal cavity until it is done. With the thrust of a knife, he began to remove Eileen's breasts from her lifeless body, saving them for an hors d'oeuvre. Blood was everywhere, over every surface, and it was exhilarating to all in the room. Then he raised the hack saw to begin removing the major parts of the body from the now lifeless corpse. Her arms and her head fell to the floor, each with a use and a purpose for the upcoming feast. There was no part of Eileen that went to waste.
With the large furnaces and ovens underway, the group busily prepared for their Thanksgiving dinner. Some focused on the main feast, stuffing Eileen's internal cavity with tasty bread-stuffing. Others made salads and pates including a fine delicacy using Eileen's brain and liver. While the group was indulging in their feast and festival, Everett entered into Nancy's room with an assistant. Without a word, Everett began to fasten tourniquets at Nancy's arm and thigh areas. After they left, Nancy quickly felt her extremities become numb and then painful. When they returned several hours later, Nancy was crying from the pain that she was enduring. And after administering various drugs, Everett took his hacksaw and removed Nancy's firm arms and legs from her body as she was unconsciousness. Each major limb was placed into a plastic garbage bag until they could get it into the kitchen. Everett was overcome by the erotic image of Nancy without her arms and legs, but helplessly laying with no way to get around or respond. And her legs and arms would make meaty additions to the feast.
Without a doubt, the feast was a culinary success. Eileen was perfectly cooked; nice and tender for a woman her age. Nancy's thigh and Eileen's breast was the choice selection of meat for the group. Additionally, Eileen's meaty, corpulent ass was another choice selection. Everyone eagerly tasted the brain pate and blood sausage. Not to mention Nancy's soft upper arms.
During the course of the three day feast and festival, Everett and others would come back to visit Nancy. She was in shock over her missing limbs, and sickened over her inability to move or even turnover. She sobbed uncontrollably; Everett could not keep himself from feeling her healing stumps and then making love to her. Amid the bandages, blood and limbless body, Everett became infatuated with Nancy. And the possibilities that she presented.