Posted by Sawney Beane on November 04, 2006 at 03:19:52:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #90
MY DREAM
by Sawney Beane
30 May, 1 June 2002
2,520 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: This story is about a dream (not one that I actually had but close enough), and it is, therefore, completely unrealistic. Well, these stories are always psychologically unrealistic, but this one is also physically absurd. Still, it is fun.
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I was sleeping when you showed up on my doorstep. I wearily opened the door and was amazed to gaze upon you, in all your glory, smiling in jeans and a T-shirt.
"Hi!" you say with casual enthusiasm.
"Tina?" I am stunned. "How did you know where I live?"
You smile mysteriously. "My secret."
I stare at you dumbfounded for a few more minutes. In all the pictures you were far less dressed, but I find you just as appealing (should I say appetizing?) with clothes on. Finally you laugh and ask if I plan to invite you in. I am startled out of my musings and beckon you into the entryway. You look around at the house with half-hearted curiosity but lose no time in finding the kitchen.
As I follow you into the kitchen, you turn to me with another mysterious smile. "I brought you a present."
"Really? What?"
You take a step back and spread your arms to draw attention to your body. "Me!"
"You?" I ask densely. "What do you mean?"
You pout playfully. "Aren't you hungry?"
I'm slow but not stupid. "Are you kidding?"
"Of course not," you reply with mock displeasure. You slide the jeans down your gorgeous thighs and step out of them. You toss the jeans into a corner and begin to pull up your shirt. I watch in pleasurable disbelief as the blouse slides over your long blonde hair and flies across the room to join your jeans.
You are now dressed much more as I have seen you. You wear only a tiny black thong. There is no bra. I've seen you in this outfit before, but now you are not covering your breasts with your arms as you were before. You don't seem to want to hide anything from me. You show me even more as your thong slides off and joins the rest of your clothes. I am not disappointed by what I see, but I am still speechless.
You turn around and survey the kitchen. I see you focus on the long counter, which divides the kitchen from the dining room. There is some clutter on it, but you lose no time in carrying the dishes and papers over to dump them on the table. Once the counter is completely clear, you leap onto it in a smooth feline motion. Sitting on the edge of the counter, you tie your long hair into a knot on the back of your head, exposing your tantalizing neck to my view.
Before I realize it, you are reclining on the counter with your feet pointing toward the end of the counter. Your arms are at your sides, and you look up at the ceiling, waiting. It's a divine picture that will be imprinted on my memory forever.
I regain the power of speech weakly. "What do you want me to do?"
"Eat me," you reply simply without looking my way.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"But I couldn't!"
"Why not?"
"Your body, it's so perfect; I can't accept such a gift."
You prop yourself up on your elbows and stare disgustedly into my eyes. It is a great position for you since your breasts and arms are highlighted and draw my attention. I find my mouth is watering despite my hesitation. "Don't be a wimp. This is what you've wanted all along, so don't pass up this opportunity."
"But I wouldn't know where to start!"
"Just pick something that looks tasty and start eating."
I survey your perfect body and try to decide which parts are especially nice. I have my favourites, but there is so much to choose from that I am overwhelmed. "But all your parts look tasty!"
You sigh wearily. "Then just start at one end and work you way to the other end."
This seems a reasonable strategy. I timidly approach you and see the smile start to return to your face. I slide my right arm around and under your waist and feel the smooth skin of your lower back. You are just the right combination of soft and firm, and your body feels warm and inviting. I slide my left arm under your right side and reach the back of your head with my hand. You relax you neck and close your eyes, allowing me to support your upper body in my arms.
Now I am intrigued by your voluntary helplessness. You could easily remove yourself from my grasp, but you have yielded entirely to me. You are in my hands, and you have surrendered to me.
With your head tilted back into my hand, you neck stretches invitingly taut before my gaze. Like a movie vampire, I lower my mouth to your neck and taste you for the first time. For now you taste salty sweet like other girls but soon I will taste more than your skin. I feel your pulse between my lips; this is the life you have sacrificed, and it feels delicious.
I am just about to drive my teeth into your flesh and accept your gift when I hear your voice softly by my ear. "It's up to you, but if I were you, I'd start at the other end." Your voice sounds breathless and orgasmic. I see you want to live to see me begin my meal. It is a reasonable request, so I release you gently and make my way down to your feet. On the way I slide a hand down your neck and between you lovely breasts, across you gorgeous belly, down a perfect thigh and calf to your feet. This is too good to be true.
You are propped on your elbows watching me as I sit at the end of the counter and survey your pretty feet. I select the big toe of your right foot and slide my mouth over it. I hesitate before biting down, wondering what you will taste like. More importantly, I wonder if you will scream when my teeth penetrate your body.
You laugh at my slowness. "Come on, I didn't come here for just a toe sucking!"
I don't reply because my mouth is full, but I close my eyes and bite down hard, surrendering my inhibitions and giving in to my terrible desires. My teeth slide effortlessly through your flesh and strike the bone. Your toe falls cleanly off of your foot and I munch my first taste of Tina. I realize to my astonishment that I had not even thought of cooking you. But what I find even more astonishing is that your flesh tastes and feels as if it has already been cooked!
"Tina, how can you be cooked?"
"I stopped by the tanning salon on my way over," you reply offhandedly. My chatter is interrupting your enjoyment of this first bite. "I turned it all the way up and stayed in a few extra minutes."
"You microwaved yourself?"
"Something like that."
"But why are you still alive? And why does your outside seem normal?"
"You ask too many questions," you reply with what appears to be real irritation. "Just enjoy your dinner."
I return to your foot and strip the flesh from each toe and then begin on the main part of your foot. There is no blood. Only steaming medium rare girl flesh. You don't seem to feel any pain. On the contrary, every bite seems to send a thrill through your body, and you look more excited than I can imagine.
It takes me more than an hour to finish off your foot. "You're going to have to eat faster or we'll be here all night."
"I want to savour every bite of your luscious body," I reply charmingly.
"I appreciate that, but you don't want to wake up before you get to my good parts do you?"
I begin on the left foot and polish it off in much less time. After both of your feet are gone, I have had quite a large meal, but I don't feel full, so I turn my attention to your right calf. I grasp you ankle and pull it gently towards my mouth. To my surprise, your leg tears off at the knee. Your tender meat is falling off the bone!
"Oh, I'm sorry."
You smile, amusedly. "Don't be. Just enjoy my drumstick."
I hold the leg by the ankle and eat your lovely calf muscles with relish. You watch with a smile on your face, and you still seem to be excited by every bite I take. Your other calf disappears in a similar way, but I still am not full.
I bury my face between your meaty thighs and take alternate bites from your left and right inner thigh. You giggle like I'm tickling you, but before I know it, your legs are entirely gone and I am staring up at the bloodless round steaks which are now the lowest parts of your abbreviated body.
"I'll have to stop soon," I say.
"Are you full already?" You sound alarmed.
"No, but I've eaten almost half your body," I explain. That's a lot of meat.
"Yes, but I'm very healthy."
"I know, you're pretty much fat-free, but half of even a lean girl is too much for one meal."
"There are no calories in dreams," you explain patiently. "Keep eating until you're full."
"Oh."
I am not ready to tackle your genitals, so I look around a bit and reach for your left hand. I take it and kiss the back of your hand gentlemanly before sucking the flesh from each of your fingers one by one. I feel like a piranha as I devour your forearm and then pause respectfully before your waiting bicep. I sink my teeth into the middle of your delicious arm and taste the fruits of all your days in the gym. It was worth the effort. Soon I have devoured you up to your sexy delicious shoulder. Your pleasure seems, if anything, to be increasing. Soon your other arm has followed the first, and I am still not satiated. It is becoming clear that you will be entirely gone before my desire is fulfilled.
I look down upon the ruins of your beautiful body. Now limbless, much of your best muscles are gone. But your body still looks deliciously fit and feminine, and you look oddly happy about your diminishing state. Now I turn my attention to your womanhood.
At first I eat you as I have eaten women before, merely tasting the outside. It is an odd feeling to not have thighs around my neck as I explore your intimate depths. The taste of your genitals is a refreshing change, and you are thrown into fits of pleasure by my attention, but soon I must dig deeper. My devouring teeth tear viciously into you, and you scream in ecstasy. I consume your core and then nibble up into the thin patch of blonde pubic hair. The hairs tickle my throat as I devour them bite by bite until they are all gone.
Now it is all passion for both of us. I am destroying you quickly and every bite seems to send you higher into your insensible passion. I roll you over and pause momentarily over your round rump. The now useless but still very beautiful muscles of your arse are mine for the taking. I swoop in and create a hole the exact shape of my mouth in the middle of your left buttock. An identical hole appears on your right buttock and soon all that impressive beauty is sliding down my throat. I continue devouring your rump and hips, every bite raising your passion. Soon I drop your cleaned pelvis onto the enlarging stack of bones, and you are gone from the waist down and yet still miraculously alive.
We calm down a bit, and sweat glistens from the remains of your body as I look you over and examine your perfect belly. You, out of breath, speak to me. "This is so great. I'm glad I came."
"I am too. You're even more delicious than I'd imagined."
I am nibbling almost casually on your belly. I consume your navel and enjoy its crunchy consistency. Your thick fat-free abdominal muscles keep me occupied for quite a while, but eventually I turn my attention to your breasts.
I am quite impressed with your breasts-firm and beautiful, not too large and not too small. Your passionate fervour returns as I take a bite from your left breast and enjoy its very different consistency. I munch several more bites of the spongy soft breast and then turn to the right breast for more. Your eyes are firmly closed, and you are trembling. Your decimated chest heaves with your rapid breaths. I can tell how much you are enjoying your demise, even if I don't understand it.
I recline next to you and enjoy your ribs. I pull each one from you and strip the meat from it slowly, almost casually. You are quiet now, but I can still hear your breathing. When your ribs are all gone, I dig into your exposed organs. Some of this is not my favourite, but it would be rude of me to waste a single edible bite of your wonderful body. I save your heart until last and bite into the strongest muscle in your body. It is finally mine, as I always knew it would be. You are, of course, no longer breathing since you lack lungs, but I see your eyelids are still flickering, and you seem very much alive.
"Tina, when will you die?"
You feign surprise. "Why do you want me to die?"
"I don't; I just want to know so I can say goodbye to you before you go."
"I'll go when I'm ready. Don't worry about goodbye. I'll be with you always."
There's not much left now. I clean up your torso and savour the last muscular parts of your body as I consume your succulent shoulders.
Now I hold all that remains of you in my hands and inch my way up your neck. You murmur "Thank you," as I kiss your lips and eventually devour them. A few minutes later you are gone. Your life and body depart simultaneously. Finally, I am satiated. Exactly with the last bite I experience a sudden feeling of fullness. I feel like I will never need to eat again. You will sustain me.
A wave of sadness passes over me as I hold your clean skull Hamlet-like in my hand. It is a sort of anticlimax. You are gone, and I will have nothing left to fantasize about. The white curve of your exposed teeth resembles a grotesque smile. I have consumed the girl of my dreams.
But the sadness passes quickly and is replaced by a warm satisfied feeling as I remember. The beautiful thing about dream girls is that you can eat them and then eat them all over again the next night. I look forward to devouring you again soon, my darling delicious Tina.