Posted by Sawney Beane on September 18, 2006 at 22:08:53:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #67
WAITING
by Sawney Beane
2 January 1999
827 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 is another little story, neither my best or my worst. The idea that inspired it is that assuming someone, for whatever reason, wants to be consumed, the last thing she must want is to sit around waiting to be eaten. However, unfortunately, the restaurant system I have described several times before leads to lots of waiting.
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It really wasn't what she had expected. Monica sat on her bed in the waiting room with the ten other naked girls hoping to be picked this evening. She stared down and pondered her belly and thighs. Her tight abdomen had always been a source of pride for her, and she knew it would attract the attention of potential diners.
The body she had really did attract attention. Whenever a new customer arrived at the small restaurant and was shown into the room full of ladies in waiting, hers was always the first body touched, probed, and examined. That was until the customer inquired about her price.
Monica's problem was that she was too good looking. The shop owner had marked her up so high that no one could afford her, so she waited in frustration. She really kicked herself for not selling her body to Tasty Kate's. All of the really wealthy patrons feasted there, and she would have easily achieved a Grade A rating. But she had convinced herself that the smaller establishments offered a more intimate atmosphere in which she could be consumed. Plus a bit of inherent low self-esteem had led her to doubt her success as a Tasty Kate's meal.
Lillian noticed from across the room that Monica was feeling sorry for herself and slid out of her own bed and crawled up the foot of Monica's bed. In minutes she was softly licking the genitals of the 24 year old beauty. Monica began to forget her troubles as one of the few leisure activities available to the girls began to have its pleasant effect on her.
Lillian herself was quite a bit younger, just twenty, and, while she was very attractive, her looks were much more down to earth than were Monica's. She had only been waiting for about a month, while Monica was approaching the end of her first year of waiting. The other girls in the room took notice of their liaison and clucked derisively. Such things were technically prohibited, but nothing much was ever done to prevent it.
Monica had just about forgotten her troubles, when the door opened, and the shop owner led a man in a business suit into the waiting room. Lillian looked up from her task with a sheepish smile. Monica snapped to attention, and the other girls, some of whom were already missing limbs tried to look appealing.
As expected, the man seemed drawn to Monica at first, but she was experienced enough not to get her hopes up. He examined her body in considerable detail and complimented her generously as the shop owner waited patiently. The customer inquired about Monica's price, and the shop owner whispered a number in his ear. The customer whistled and asked if he could maybe have just one of Monica's shapely legs. The shop owner refused this, saying that he couldn't afford to let a choice morsel like Monica go by bits and pieces, since she was worth quite a bit more whole but that he had several other girls who might suit his customer's needs.
The customer was next attracted by Lillian. The smaller girl giggled as the man poked, rubbed, and peered at her body. The customer found Lillian's price much more reasonable and decided to have her roasted. Lillian hugged him and clapped her hands.
Then the customer inquired about Monica's hourly rate and decided she was worth it. This was another of Monica's least-favourite things about the restaurant. For a comparatively small additional fee, customers could have girls to play with while their meals were cooking. Monica and Lillian followed the two men out of the room.
In the kitchen, the customer asked for a little bit of what Monica had been receiving and received the most energetic and sincere blow job of Lillian's short life. Then the men strapped Lillian down onto the butchering table with her neck under the guillotine. Lillian was the sort of girl who could be happy and enthusiastic even when the blade was hurtling towards her neck, and she died with a joyous smile on her face.
Monica looked on with a mixture of jealously and sorrow for the loss of her sexual partner. As the petite body was converted into a fabulous meal, Monica found herself forced to perform at the whim of this man who had not been able to afford her. She felt humiliated and depressed.
The customer was not an uncaring man, however, when Lillian's roasted body arrived at their table, he encouraged Monica to eat her fill. Monica took him up on this offer, knowing that in any event, the man would have a lot of leftovers to take home. As Monica savoured every bite of her dead lover, she wished fervently that it had been her body that was Lillian's dinner rather than the other way around.
Afterwards, Monica returned to the room with the other girls to resume her waiting.