Posted by Sawney Beane on February 27, 2007 at 21:31:16:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #96
ISABELA'S FEAST
by Sawney Beane
4 January 2003
3,152 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 snuff and consensual gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Isabela feeds the hungry masses.
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As the last waves of orgasm shook her body, she lay staring up at the ceiling. She hoped the moment would never end. She felt oddly serene and comfortable. A gentle breeze though the bedroom sent a chill across her glistening belly. She felt at peace with the world and herself for once.
But even the best of moments have to end, and Jack raised himself up beside her. He leaned on his right elbow and placed his left hand gently on her side just above her right hip. It was a tender gesture, and his hand gently caressing her soft flesh felt nice, but she couldn't resist thinking it resembled one fondly massaging his favourite cut of meat - her tenderloin. She wasn't sure why it sent chills up her spine just then.
He stared into her dazed eyes for a few moments before speaking. When he did he was quite close to her ear and spoke softly. "Are you ready, love?"
She blinked her eyes. Oddly, the dread she felt had nothing to do with the horror in store for her, but it was a reluctance to let go of the perfect feeling she had been experiencing.
"Oh, God," she said, "Do we have to?"
"No," he replied gently. "You never have to; you know that."
"Good." There was relief in her voice.
"But," he continued, "Darling, it's now or never."
"Does it have to be right this minute? I feel so relaxed now; let me stay for a little while more."
He slid his hand around her body to playfully pinch her arse. "This beauty is going to take about four hours to roast up nicely, and I promised everyone we'd have dinner served at midnight."
Isabela glanced at the ominous red digits on the clock next to the bed. It was just a few minutes after 6:00 pm.
"It will take at least two hours to get you ready before we can start."
"Oh."
"So it is now or never, dear." He paused and looked seriously into her big brown eyes. "But, darling, it is your choice whether we do it at all."
"I know, Jack."
"Good."
"I'm going to do it."
"I know."
Isabela lifted herself off the drenched sheets and sat wearily on the edge of the bed. Jack slid up behind her and massaged her shoulders. She felt so tired suddenly, not at all what she had predicted her last evening to feel like.
Jack and Isabela walked hand in hand into the bathroom. They showered together, and she felt a little bit more ecstasy as she allowed him to bathe her. When they came out, she felt clean, pure, and delicious. A little bit of her energy had returned, and she was starting to feel the giddy stomach-churning excitement that she had always imagined she'd feel when it came to this. Maybe everyone would enjoy the feast. She knew that she would.
The first step to her new identity thrilled her immensely. Jack pulled out a black felt-tipped marker as she stood in front of the long mirror in the bathroom. He carefully began marking her body with the marker. She endured the tickling and admired the art that was taking shape in the mirror. The coarse black lines stood out against her alabaster flesh. When it was done, the cuts of meat she would soon become were all displayed proudly on her body. She admired this for several minutes before she allowed him to continue.
Finally, Jack put the new sandals and a silk robe on her for her big debut. He asked her again if she was ready, but she didn't hesitate this time, and they stepped out the door and into her destiny.
Outside in the garden, there were several dozen eager faces awaiting them. She had wanted her demise to give pleasure to as many as possible, and she had overcome Jack's possessiveness to ensure a large invitation list. The faces were male and female, young and old, beautiful and homely. She gasped as she took in the spectacle, and she saw that every eye was on her body. Every face looked hungry; every lip was licked anxiously. She felt the sublime out of control terror she had long sought just then. Everyone there, with the possible exception of Jack, was looking at live beautiful meat. She was dinner to them, and they appreciated her as such.
Standing on the step and glancing down upon her ravenous admirers, Isabela untied her robe and dramatically threw off her clothing. She cast off her humanity and revealed to everyone the feast she would be. Everyone's gaze intensified, and their hunger seemed to grow rapidly. They stared longingly at the flesh she offered them. Each seemed to focus on a favourite cut, clearly mapped out on her body. She felt wonderful.
She stepped up onto a large wooden table set up in the middle of the garden. From there she could see the fire pit, it's piled wood fuel beginning to take light under the efforts of several men. She could smell the first wisps of smoke, and mused that it did not yet have that delectable smell of sizzling pork. That omission would soon be rectified.
She kicked off the sandals, and laid her body down on the table, knowing that Jack and the others would take care of the rest. There was little to do for her now, or ever. The rest of her life would be effortless, and it excited her immensely to feel this helplessness.
The group crowded around to get the best view, as Jack and his best friend Alexander carried over a thick steel rod, ten feet long. Isabela's heart fluttered as she saw it. At last!
Jack rolled her gently onto her belly on the wooden table. She was feeling every sensation more intensely now, and time seemed to flow slowly. The wood pressed into her breasts, but she was soon distracted by the cold steel touching her spine and nestling between her buttocks. She shivered at the sensation, but it was surreally satisfying.
Jack was busily passing a thin strip of metal under her. He pulled it tight, but not so much as to be uncomfortable. The band passed across her upper chest and across her armpits, and Jack quickly attached it to the steel rod with a screw. She soon found a second band securing her hips to the pole in a similar manner.
Isabela felt a gravityless thrill as Jack and Alexander briefly lifted the post with her attached. Her torso was firmly attached, but her arms and legs flapped freely in the air. They turned her over, and she was face up on the table, with the post under her, only slightly uncomfortable. Everyone clapped in delight as they saw her in this position.
Jack and Alexander left her briefly to get more supplies. In the meantime, her other guests tried to chat with her, each offering his or her brief congratulations and compliments. It was uniformly awkward, but she delighted in hearing a woman exclaim, "Oh, Isabela, you look simply delicious!" A man, with trite humour, remarked, "My girl, you look good enough to eat!"
This was all very surreal. She tried to look into their eyes and recognize their faces. But she found that, although she had once known each of them as individuals, she could no longer think of them singly. With the exception of Jack and Alexander and a few others, they had all become to her just a group of hungry feasters. Her perception of them had changed as much as had their perception of her. She found that this contributed to further increase the tingling sensation she was feeling.
Jack had returned with an armload of tools and bits of food. The first he picked up was the scissors. She smiled at him as he carefully attacked her dark hair. He had explained that he didn't want her head catching on fire, so this desecration would be necessary. He was so considerate, she thought. But she had resisted his shaving her head before her presentation to the gathered admirers. She wanted to present herself in her full glory. But now it was time to lose her hair, so she did not object as he trimmed all of her tresses very short.
When he had created a large pile of dark hair in the plastic tub he had brought to contain it, he handed her a mirror with which she could admire her new look. She ran her hands across the close-cropped hair on her head. It made her feel boyish, like a new army recruit. But then she remembered her exposed breasts and spread legs and realized that no one there was likely to mistake her for a boy this day.
But Jack was on to the next thing by then. He took her wrists gently and clicked them into a set of steel handcuffs, which he then bolted to the post far above her head. She felt stretched with her arms pulled far up, and her helplessness suddenly became more apparent. She knew that she was now dependent upon Jack's will. Although she knew in the back of her mind that he would release her if she asked, she also knew that she was subject to his whim. It was the feeling that she had longed for, and it met and exceeded her expectations.
She had no time to contemplate this state, however, as Jack had moved on to her ankles, which he secured with cuffs to the ends of an 18 inch steel bar, which he then secured to the larger post. Now all of Isabela's limbs were immobilized, and she further realized her peril. She trembled involuntarily, and she knew the minutes of her life were growing short. This was really it, the end, the culmination of all her dreams and fears. She was doing it, and everyone around her was waiting vulture-like for her to complete her destiny.
The final element in her bondage was a thin metal strap that Jack secured across her forehead to keep her head securely fastened to the post. With that she could not move and could not even look down to see her doomed body clearly. She breathed calmly and carefully, but she could feel every second ticking away. She knew she was drawing ever closer to the agony and the ecstasy she had so long worked to bring about.
Jack now appeared above her. He held his face close to hers and spoke to her in a soft intimate voice. "There's still time to back out, darling, but the next step will be the point of no return."
"My belly?" Her voice trembled, despite her best efforts.
"Yes, dear," he said softly, "Are you sure you want to go through with it?"
She did not hesitate. She felt already as if she were a roasting piglet, it was time to make it real. "Yes, do it, please," she said, "and, Jack, thank you so much for doing this for me."
"Don't worry, darling, I'm the one who gets a first class meal out of it." But there were tears in his eyes that he could not hide.
Jack kissed her tenderly before floating away out of her range of vision. Shortly, however, she felt the sharp tip of the scalpel just at the lower tip of her breastbone. The heavy dark marker line down the centre of her belly was about to turn red. She would be opened for all to see. And the pain would be incredible. But she had rejected all discussion of anaesthetics as they had planned this moment. Perhaps it had been a bad decision, but she still felt it was better this way.
Jack waited with the knife poised ready to destroy her. She called to him in a hoarse whisper, "Jack, go ahead, do it now."
The slight pinprick she had felt now exploded into a sharp cutting pain, as Jack slid the scalpel easily into her soft flesh. She felt the blade start to move in her as Jack slid down the line he had drawn on her belly. Right down the centre, then veering slightly to the left to avoid her navel, then back to the centreline down to her waist. She could smell her own blood bubbling out, and the pain was almost unbearable, but she knew how to handle it. She measured her breathing and kept herself calm in the face of this horror.
Then Jack had his bloody hands on either side of her violated belly, and he pulled her sides apart gently, exposing her innermost being. It was almost too much to bear. He was pulling parts of her insides out of her, but she could not see clearly. At the edge of her vision she saw great coils of what must be her intestines. He was piling things into a large plastic bucket. She knew he would save them and clean them for later feasting. He had promised her that he would consume every last edible bit of her body. He felt he owed her that much respect.
Now she felt hollow, doomed, and barely able to hold back the river of pain that exploded in her belly. Jack was done emptying her. She didn't know what she had lost, but apparently it wasn't anything she needed to live-for a while in any case. It was a mixture of emotions, but the jumble of feelings felt mostly positive to her. Why was it that she had to give herself up to this horror in order to feel good?
Jack then started to refill her body. Isabela remembered the huge vat of stuffing that she had helped to prepare the previous day. She now felt it filling her. After a while, she felt stuffed. Each breath she took she had to force her lungs open. The heavy contents of her belly made things difficult. Meanwhile, there were new pains appearing across her belly. After a few more minutes, Jack held the mirror up for her, and she saw the great red line across her white belly, and she saw that the line was now criss-crossed by a row of large "X"s formed from heavy twine. She had been gutted and sewn back up. She also noticed that she was noticeably plumper than before, which annoyed her after her long efforts to get into top shape for this day.
Now Jack had to work fast. He opened a small bag and removed a large carrot. The green leafy stems were still attached, and he slid it effortlessly into her arse. There was no resistance from inside, and she loved the way the stems of the carrot created a sort of tail for her. It would not last long over the fire, but it was fun while it lasted.
Then Jack took an ear of corn from his bag. He hesitated and slid his fingers thoughtfully around her labia and slipped them deep into her vagina. Feelings of intense sexual pleasure shot through her pain-saturated brain. She realized that, despite her torture, she was intensely aroused still. Jack played with her for as long as he could decently achieve with so many onlookers around, and then he slid the ear of corn gently into her vagina. It was large enough to fill her completely, and the bumpy surface felt exceptionally good to her. She shivered again, this time from pleasure.
Then Jack pulled one last thing from his bag. It was a large red apple. She smiled as she thought of where that would go. She was almost completely meat by this time. It felt good to her in an odd sort of way. She retained her awareness, but the only human desire she had left was sexual.
Jack was about to speak to her for the very last time, and that gave her a tinge of sadness to go along with her horrific ecstasy. He was pressing the edge of the knife against her taut throat.
"Isabela, my love," he said gently, "I can stop your pain right now. Just tell me to."
A look of terror exploded across her face. "No, no, Jack, please don't kill me. Please!"
Jack took the knife away from her throat. "As you wish, darling."
Isabela could now feel the heat of the roaring fire behind her, even though her table was twenty feet away. Jack wanted to keep her from the pain of being roasted alive, but she knew, although it would be horrible, it was what she needed to feel at the last.
"Thank you, darling," he was saying to her, "You will be the most delicious feast any of us has ever had. I love you." She knew he meant it.
Jack slid the apple into her mouth but not before she was able to get out a soft "I love you too, Jack." They would be her last words. The apple filled her mouth completely, and the taste was almost overpowering. She sank her teeth into the fruit and waited, a stuffed piglet, ready for the fire.
Jack and Alexander each grabbed an end of the spit she was so neatly attached to. They carried her quickly to the inferno and dropped her post with an uncomfortable clank into the Y-shaped brackets, which would support her over the licking flames.
At once, the pain was immense. She felt herself sizzling. Almost instantly, she knew she would not last long. The end was near. The meat would cook for four hours, but Isabela would remain for only a short while.
Alexander had attached a handle to one end of the spit, and she felt herself beginning to spin. It made her dizzy and disoriented, and the pain spread to every inch of her body. Jack, several other men, and at least one woman were busily spreading savoury barbecue sauce onto every inch of her body with long handled brushes. She felt the cooling sensation of the sauce, only to feel it sizzle and boil on her skin. The smell of roasting pork filled the air.
The end came quickly. At the last, Isabela felt a mixture of jumbled emotions. She felt helpless and embarrassed, but she also felt loved. She felt intense pain but also extreme sexual pleasure. She knew she had already changed from one thing to another, and it took only her final demise to complete her transformation. She expired quickly, and the pain left her. In the end she was the perfect barbecue, and it was the fulfilment of her dreams to become that. She knew in her last moments that it had all been worth it. She would always be the favourite food of everyone who attended her party that evening.