Posted by Sawney Beane on September 07, 2006 at 23:44:50:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #61
BETH ON THE BUFFET
by Sawney Beane
8, 25 May 1998
1,342 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Seems like I've written quite a few of these buffet portraits, but they keep coming into my head in slightly different ways. This is a nice story if you like to read about a woman being divided up into meal-sized portions. It's nothing special though.
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Elizabeth's performance had been postponed for several days so that she could be there for the holiday crowd. The restaurant wanted to serve only the best for Easter lunch, and Elizabeth qualified both on the basis of her undeniable physical beauty and, perhaps more importantly, on the basis of her psychological makeup. Of all the women and men available, Elizabeth was the most unwavering in her willingness to undergo the ordeal of the buffet and all of its implications.
While all of the people on the menu at the restaurant were there voluntarily, there were many levels of voluntary and many reasons for people to volunteer. Elizabeth was one of the few people who gave themselves up for food simply for the pure joy of being eaten.
In any case, she looked stunning as she strolled around the main dining room that morning in her red bikini. The waitresses that accompanied her on her rounds seemed to fade beside the radiance of her presence. The many hungry patrons she greeted and chatted with devoured her with their eyes. Soon they would do much more, and all she could do was smile at the thought.
In time, she was brought to the buffet table dominating the centre of the large room. She looked slyly around at the awestruck gazes following her every move as she discarded her bikini and revealed her large shapely breasts and her genitals topped with a patch of dark pubic hair trimmed in accordance with current culinary fashion into a perfect equilateral triangle and cut to a uniform half inch length. This goddess of a meal betrayed no signs of reluctance as she climbed up onto the table.
Elizabeth carefully ignored the several bustling chefs busying themselves behind her and reclined comfortably on her side with her head leaning on one arm. Even the pricks of the needles with which they injected anaesthetics into her body in various places could not phase her. She closed her eyes and concentrated her thoughts on maintaining and enjoying her inner serenity as she waited for the bell that would signal the beginning of her glorious destruction.
A barely audible tinkling broke the silent anticipation of the dining room, and the waitresses directed the people seated at the first three tables to the head of the buffet line. Elizabeth opened her eyes and prepared to greet her first customers.
The young man at the head of the line stepped up to her, and she greeted him with a "What can I serve you today, sir?"
He looked at her with an odd gaze that did not deny her humanity but at the same time betrayed his hunger for her flesh. "I'd like a serving of your foot, please," he said simply.
"Would you like toe or heel? The foot is two servings, sir."
"Toe please."
"Just one moment, sir."
The man behind Elizabeth conveyed the order to one of the chefs, who discretely moved her left foot off of her right foot and positioned it on the long cutting board built into the buffet table. He raised his cleaver and detached the foot neatly at the ankle. Another chop and the shapely foot was two servings of meat. The chef placed each on a plate and handed the toe end to Elizabeth, who handed it to the customer saying "There you go, sir; I hope you enjoy your meal."
The customer thanked her and passed down the line to the waitress who took his preparation instructions and sent the dish of flesh back to be cooked by the restaurant's gourmet chefs. Meanwhile, the dish carrying the rear third of Elizabeth's left foot was placed near her waist to be offered to succeeding patrons.
As Elizabeth chatted with her second customer, the chefs were preparing to get a jump on the crowd by severing her left leg just below the knee. She paid them no attention and sent back and order for a thigh steak. This order was filled shortly after the chefs had chopped her leg again just above the knee and a final time just below the groin near the thin cord around her upper thigh that prevented her bleeding to death. The resulting silky white thigh was cut into inch thick steaks and placed on plates for serving.
The second customer, a girl about Elizabeth's age took the thigh steak and thanked its donor. The third in line, a middle-aged balding man took the rest of her left foot and complimented Elizabeth on her perfect beauty. The next in line was his aging wife who chose a chunk of meat carved from the girl's calf.
The fifth in line, a boy of no more than twenty, was obviously very wealthy because he presented Elizabeth with a small plastic token in the shape of a red valentine heart. While the buffet was an all-you-can-eat affair, certain choice cuts required an additional and substantial outlay of funds. Tokens were sold by the waitresses for these parts prior to the meal.
Elizabeth smiled at the owner of her heart and leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead. She said to him gently, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it very much, baby, but please come back a little bit later; I'm not ready to die just yet." He nodded with a grave smile and took a small piece of calf as an appetizer.
The next man had also bought a special bit. He presented Elizabeth with a small token on which was printed a drawing of a female breast. Elizabeth smiled broadly. "I knew these babies wouldn't last long," she said as she sat up and cradled her shapely breasts in her hands. A chef came up behind her, and she dropped her hands to her side and arched her back. The chef pulled gently on her left nipple and pressed a large knife against the underside of the breast. After one quick and silent slice it was detached and lying on a plate. The chef proceeded to detach the right breast for efficiency before Elizabeth returned to her reclining position with a substantially different-looking chest.
"I hope you enjoy it as much as I have," she said with a wink to the man who was carrying her left breast to the preparation table.
The next guest took away her left hand, and several more took portions of her left arm and leg. Eventually it was necessary to begin on her right arm and leg as patron after patron took away a bit of her to the preparation table. Elizabeth gave each one of them a word of encouragement and a beautiful smile. But she was growing weak as her limbs began to dwindle. As the chefs began to launch into her shoulder and rump meat, her interactions with her customers was reduced to a strained smile and occasional three word sentences.
When a man in his late forties presented the token entitling him to take possession of her genitals, she knew he was the last of her customers with which she would directly communicate. She greeted him politely with all the strength she could muster and bade him to enjoy her womb. The chef extracted it quickly and expertly with a few deft strokes of the knife, but it proved too much for her. As she watched her womanhood being loaded onto a plate and carried away, she drifted out of her life satisfied with her performance on the buffet.
The feast did not end there, however, as the line was still substantial. The several chefs distributed the rest of her body to the restaurant's buffet patrons for almost an hour more. When all was done, little remained of the former volunteer meal. Almost every bit of her body, save a few large bones, had been sent off on diners' plates. Elizabeth herself was not sufficient to feed the large Easter holiday crowd, and one and a half more volunteer girls were served before everyone was satisfied. No one went home unhappy that holiday.