Posted by Sawney Beane on August 20, 2006 at 00:42:13:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #56
TINA'S BET
by Sawney Beane
22, 31 December 1997; 24 January 1998
2,357 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 as well as a man and woman willingly risking their lives and body parts in a wager. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story takes place in San Francisco is the year 254 NCY. This is really a combination of two story ideas I had. One involves Amy's demise and the way happened. The other is about the bet Tina and Luke make later in the story. I like the tone of the story for some reason I can't quite describe.
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This first time he mentioned it they were anticipating the enjoyment of a wonderful meal. Tina and Luke had just been seated in a booth in the main dining room, when an attractive young woman with long blonde hair and a carefree demeanour approached them.
"Welcome to Homo Delicious," she said in a bubbly voice, "what can I interest you in today?" She spread her arms to give them a clear view of her body, which was criss-crossed by an intricate web of thick black lines from a permanent marker. She wore nothing else, and all of her body hair had been carefully removed. The purpose of the lines coating her body was obviously to indicate the cuts of meat available. "I've still got some of my best bits to offer!" she added with an enticing smile.
Luke looked her over appraisingly and decided that there would be no need to wait for the next girl to show up. "What've you got in a rump roast?" he asked her.
The girl looked over the chart in her hand and turned to display her shapely arse for his benefit. "Well, there's still the lower half of the left cheek, or you could take the whole right cheek for the two of you."
Tina shook her head discretely, and Luke said, "OK, I'll have the left."
"I'm sure you'll be delighted with it, Sir," she said as she wrote their table number next to the appropriate meal on her list and handed Luke a small self-inking stamp. Luke pressed the stamp against the left side of her arse and left a red mark reading "sold". About half of the other sectors of her body were similarly marked.
"And for you, Madam?"
"I'll just have a thigh steak, thanks."
"Of course, I hope you enjoy it," the waitress said with a smile as she marked her list and handed the stamp to Tina. Tina marked the third steak from the top of her right thigh with the "sold" stamp and handed it back to her. Tina loved the food at Homo Delicious, but she felt uncomfortable discussing the meal with her future entree.
"OK, my name is Amy, and I expect I'll be sold out in about twenty minutes. Chris will get your drinks while you wait. Enjoy your meal."
That's when it happened. Just as Amy was gliding away from the table, Luke turned to Tina with a big grin and said, "I'd bet you'd look good in that outfit."
"What outfit?"
"The steak lines, babe," he replied a tad too coarsely. "You'd make a great Homo Delicious girl."
"Don't even joke about that," Tina said with a shiver.
"I'm not joking," he persisted, "You could do as well as any girl here, and I'd bet you're as succulent as they come."
"Maybe I don't want to work here. Anyway, why don't you sign yourself up. You could be a Homo Delicious guy."
"Nah, I don't have the looks, but you do."
"Doesn't matter 'cause it ain't gonna happen."
Further discussion was halted as Amy reappeared with a smile on her face. "I'm going to be butchered in chamber three in five minutes, and you're welcome to watch if you like. You'll be happy to know that I am very relaxed, so I'm sure to be quite tender. I hope you enjoy your meal." Then she flitted off to the next table of patrons who had ordered parts of her.
Tina was far from relaxed. She was appalled that her lover would even suggest that she should turn her body over for culinary disposal. She had thought that he'd loved her, but how could someone who loved her suggest such a thing.
Nonetheless, five minutes later Tina and Luke were standing with a large crowd of people behind the large observation window that overlooked butchering chamber number three. The microphone in the chamber was picking up Amy's last cheerful words as she wished her patrons a good meal for one last time before she knelt beside the chopping block and placed her delicate neck over the blood-stained wooden surface. The chef brushed her blonde tresses to one side and raised the axe without ceremony. Seconds later, Amy's head was in the basket, and a team of assistant chefs were carting the body away for disassembly and roasting. Tina had never been a big fan of watching the actual beheading, but now it was even worse as she couldn't get the image of herself on that chopping block out of her mind.
Less than an hour later, a waitress in a long blue dress placed Luke and Tina's meals before them. Tina's plate carried an inch-thick round steak that looked fabulous. Luke's rump roast looked very much like what it once had been--half of the firm left buttock of a shapely woman. Luke ate with relish, but Tina could not enjoy her meal, delicious as it was.
As they were leaving, Luke said, "Yep, she was a tasty little thing, but you'll be better." Tina refused to speak to him for the rest of the evening.
In the eight years they had known each other, Luke had never suggested that she should be meat. She had always assumed that, like herself, he had considered her somehow different from the women who volunteered to be eaten. Now she realized that he fantasized about her body on the platter, and the idea repelled her. To make things worse, he kept bring it up over the next few weeks. A scene in a movie brought about a comment, and even the meals she served him at home seemed to provoke a recurrence of the touchy subject. He was becoming intolerable.
After two months of this increasingly frequent badgering, Tina knew that a change was necessary. She had asked, begged, and commanded her lover to cease encouraging her to submit to meathood. She was at the end of her rope and knew that, one way or another, she was going to have to leave him. He was obsessed with the idea, and there was no stopping him. A break-up was necessary.
Nonetheless, Tina and Luke had been living together for more than six years, and each was deeply devoted to the other. If Tina simply left him, she knew that they would be back together within two weeks, and his obsession would begin all over again. It had to be a clean break with no chance of second thoughts.
It happened one Saturday afternoon while Tina was trying to decide how best to leave her lover. Luke was settling into the sofa with his beer and pretzels to watch his favourite football team play their arch rivals. Tina was next to him trying unsuccessfully to read a book until the game was over. Right before the contest began, a commercial came on touting the finely roasted bodies available downtown at Homo Delicious. Tina steeled herself for the obligatory comment.
"You'd sure look good on that platter, darling!" he said with surprising innocence.
"Don't hold your breath," she retorted as she returned to her book. But the seed of an idea had sprouted in her head.
The game returned, and, after a few meaningless comments from the commentators, the teams took the field and engaged in their battle. Tina's idea found its way into her mouth and out into the room. "OK, lover, let's make a bet. If the blue team wins, we'll rent a banquet room at Homo Delicious and invite all of our friends."
"You'll really do it?" he asked astonished. "When?"
"Tomorrow," she said definitively. No use putting off the agony.
"OK, what if your team wins?" he said sensing the catch coming.
"I cut off your dick and you roast it for my dinner tonight."
He blinked at her for a few minutes as he weighed his options. Then he watched the first few minutes of the game without making a reply. Finally, he turned to her and said "You're on, babe!"
"Fine. Go red team!" Tina gulped, suppressing her astonishment that he would accept such terms. He must really want to get her on a platter. She discarded her book and gave her full attention to the game that was destined to mean so much to their relationship. Within a few minutes she was feeling horribly nervous and regretted her reckless decision. Unbeknownst to her, she had bet on a seventeen point underdog.
The first half of the game was an absolute disaster for Tina and her red team. The score was a dismal twenty-one to zero, and it didn't look like there was much hope of improvement. Tina wondered if the team would have played any harder if they'd known her life was on the line. As the teams scurried off to the locker rooms, Luke was gleefully scribbling names down on a piece of paper he had found. Tina realized that he was making a guest list for her final banquet and decided to retire to the bathroom to prevent Luke's seeing her tears.
When she returned halfway through the third quarter, she noticed that Luke was unconsciously clinging to his genitals as if for dear life. The guest list was abandoned, and she realized that her team had scored fourteen points at the beginning of the half to bring their deficit to seven. Hope flared in her ample breast.
The remainder of the third quarter was disappointing. There was no score until the last thirty seconds when Luke's team scored a field goal. At the beginning of the fourth quarter, Tina's team answered with its own field goal. She was still seven points short of surviving the weekend with three minutes left in the game. Her team finally scored with just over two minutes left to go, but the kicker tragically missed the extra point leaving Tina still short by one. Luke gradually began to relax the death grip he had on his penis, but resumed it again as one of Tina's players recovered a fumble at his own fifty yard line. The teams battled for a few yards until there were only three seconds left, and Tina's team was forced to kick an extremely long field goal. A long sigh of relief fell out of Tina's mouth as the ball sailed through the uprights, and her lover jumped in anger at the screen over some supposed penalty the referees missed.
No one spoke for fifteen minutes. Tina had won her bet, and she knew her lover would not back out of his obligations. Still, she didn't quite know how to request her payment.
Finally, she spoke up. "Luke?"
"Yes, darling?"
"I'm hungry."
Luke was silent for a few minutes and avoided looking at her until he said feebly, "Could we have one last fuck first?"
"I don't think so," she said gently but firmly. She knew that having sex with him could well weaken her resolve to make him pay up.
Luke did not reply but stood up and walked to the kitchen, and Tina soon heard the rattling of dishes and cabinet doors. Luke was a wizard in the kitchen, and Tina was certain he was mixing up a perfectly divine sauce with which to baste his own genitalia.
Tina walked in several minutes later, and he slowly removed his pants and positioned his male member on a cutting board on the edge of the dinner table. She gradually made her way to the knife drawer and selected the sharpest one.
Tina stepped over to her lover and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, honey."
He replied solemnly. "A bet is a bet. You would have gone uncomplainingly to the barbecue pit if you'd lost."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Then she did it. A quick slice of the knife, and his genitals were on the table while he was on his back on the floor crying and grasping his bleeding crotch. Tina bandaged up the wound as best she could, but he was unable to prepare his detached penis for the oven. She allowed him to rest on the floor as she basted the penis and testicles with the delicious sauce he had made and dropped them in a baking dish. After sliding her dinner into the preheated oven, she returned to attend to her man.
His condition was bad. He was obviously in a lot of pain and his bleeding was considerable. Still, by the time the tasty morsel was fully cooked, Tina had been able to prop him up in a chair so that he could watch her eat her dinner. She consumed the delicacy with extreme relish, savouring the taste of every last bite. Her unmanned lover observed in silence broken only by occasional sobs and moans.
She concluded that it was the best meal she had ever eaten and told its supplier as much. Then she decided that she had better get Luke to a hospital. Twenty minutes later, she had checked him into the emergency room and was giving him a long heartfelt kiss. As she left the hospital, the doctors were just beginning to take the makeshift bandages off in order to survey the damage.
Tina hurried home and packed a few of her most dear possessions. Then she solemnly walked down to the bus stop and boarded an express for another city. She knew she could never see her castrated lover again, but it was all for the best because both of them knew that things could never again be the same between them. Their love was not diminished, however.
For the rest of her life, Tina always thought of Luke as her soul-mate. Nonetheless, she was, within a year, married to an anti-cannibal activist from Florida. She never told him the story of her former lover's penis, but it seemed very right that his genitalia would be the last cannibal meal she would ever eat. Best of all, she knew that Luis would never ask to see her stretched out on a platter with an apple in her mouth.