Posted by Scalloped2 on August 26, 2004 at 02:49:13:
FemCans Private Party by Scalloped2 A fantasy
The elite contributing members of the FemCans group always have
their annual party on Labor Day. It was the moderator's responsibility
to provide the longpig for the feast. Such was the predicament the new
moderator found herself with only a few weeks left to find a willing
volunteer.
The moderator knew full well that most members that claimed a desire to be
cooked and eaten were all noise! This made her task that much more daunting.
"There is one possibility! It's short notice." she thought. "But
if anyone will, he will!"
Wasting no time, she sent a mail.
"Ricky, can you get back ASAP! Thanks! Clementine!"
She waited, apprehensively. Three hours went by! Four! Nothing! Finally,
Five and one half hours Later, a mail comes in.
"Hi, Clem, What's up? Great hearing from you! Ricky."
"Ricky, this is very short notice, but I'm in a huge bind. As you know,
FemCans has an annual longpig party on Labor Day. The moderator has to
provide the volunteer. I am the new moderator. In short, I need a volunteer
to provide the meat for the party. I'm so short on time and fortunately
I thought of you. You know what I'm asking! Love! Clementine."
"Wow! That is cutting it close, my dear. When can we get together for my
conditioning? We can't waste time! Flattered that you thought of me! Love!
Ricky."
"Be at the fattening farm in two days. Thanks much! Clementine."
"I'll be there! Ricky."
"Just a great friend!" Clementine thought to herself. "The party will be
a luscious success! If I don't eat him up beforehand, myself!" she giggled.
Clementine was so relieved. She had the main ingredient. Now for the
details.
A South Seas Island motif would be so sexy! Bare-breasted maidens in
grass skirts would prepare the honored sacrifice in an ancient tribal ritual
to appease their many gods. Each maiden would offer the sacrifice of her
"virginity" to ensure the value of the sacrificial tribute. This would
"marinate" the sacrifice with flavor enhancing female secretions. Wrapped in
banana leaves, Ricky would steam to mouth-watering tenderness in the luau
pit. Knowing this cooking method is so effective, the meat will literally
fall off the bones. Clementine felt no fear of there being tough meat.
It just wouldn't happen!
Amidst fantastic cooking odors would be the visually stimulating
dancing of gracefully swaying "island" girls as they provocatively
followed the beat of rhythmic drums. Polynesian music would softly
fill in from CD's playing continuously.
Yes, Clementine felt confident she would Hostess a great party!
Now she would have to get the meat into it's best possible condition.
That would be so much fun for Ricky and for her. He deserved as much
pleasure as was humanly possible for his willing participation on
such short notice.
Well! He's going to have it, too!" she assured herself.
The fattening farm had been very quiet for a number of months now as was
usually the case during the "off" season. Usually, beginning in June,
the longpig volunteer would begin it's fattening process. So this
year was very late, indeed. But today it was bustling with activity
as the girls hurried to get everything just right for the arrival
of the guest of honor, Ricky. He was due to arrive at 11:00AM.
The girls were so anxious! Getting a volunteer conditioned for a party
was such a rewarding endeavor for them.They just loved their work and just
loved the end result of their efforts. No volunteer ever complained about
the treatment and care received. It wasn't about to start now!
It was 10:45AM when the private limo pulled up to the "farmhouse."
The three lady chauffeurs escorted him out of the vehicle and kissed him.
"See you at the party, Ricky!" they sweetly assured him as they drove
off.
Clementine came outside and smiled happily. "I knew I could count on
you, Ricky! You look great! It looks like your conditioning is going to
be almost all pleasure and little work!"
"Thanks Clem! You look great, yourself! So this is the fattening
farm? Not bad at all! Brought her by nice ladies, to a nice place, to a
fantastically nice hostess! I'm going to enjoy my stay here!" Ricky
responded.
"You sweet tongued devil, you! Get your butt inside! I want you to meet
the cooking staff."
As Ricky entered the house he had to acclimate his eyes to the lowered
lighting. As his eyes adjusted, he was pleasantly invited into a
luxuriously elegant room. The hustle and bustle that Clementine and the
girls went through to make an enticing atmosphere had paid off. The room
was carpeted with 3 inch deep crimson- red plush pile. He could fall from
the ceiling and not get hurt. A king-size bed was the center of attention
in the room. Crimson-red satin sheets covered the bed with a fluffy down
comforter on the foot of the bed. Same color drapes shaded the windows.
Scented oils and spices filled the air while soft background music set
the stage for any and every possibility! Ricky would be pampered!
Six luscious girls came into the room dressed only in white chef's
aprons. Ricky's heart leaped. "Wow!" he wondered, "Where did Clementine
find these exquisite women?"
"I know what you are thinking, Ricky. Where did I find these
ladies? Simple! They are members of the FemCans group. You'd recognize
their Yahoo ID's in a second! Let me introduce you to them.
The sweet blonde is Margarite! That fire-red haired beauty
is Scarlett! The tall brunette is Caroline. The African-American
man-eater is MyNassa! The short brunette is Bunny. And that long
black raven haired delicacy is Raven! Ricky, meet our lady chefs!"
"Hi, ladies! Glad to meet all of you!"
"Hi, yourself, Ricky! We're all glad to MAKE meat out of you!"
"Well, girls, I get your drift! So, I say, 'Let's get started!' "
Ricky mused.
"Strip him, girls! Let's have some fun!" Clementine encouraged.
As the girls laughingly peeled Ricky of his clothing,
Clementine noticed his penis jump to a throbbing erection.
"Nice work, girls!" she said. "you've got his undivided attention.
You can all go back to the kitchen and get lunch ready while I help Ricky
with his "problem!"
"Aw! We want to stay and help you!" Bunny cried.
"Maybe next time!" Clementine laughed. "Maybe!"
The girls departed sadly.
"Clem! I've been going nuts waiting these past two days
for this moment!" Ricky groaned.
"You sweet thing! I'm warning you ahead of time.I may eat you
before the party!" she giggled.
"Well! In that case, 'Dinner is served!' " he laughed back
to her while looking down at his eager swollen cock.
The invitation wasn't wasted! Clementine pounced like a famished
leopardess. She was all over him, licking, nibbling, biting.
"Oh my god, Clem! Go ahead! Eat it up!
"Umm, I so want to! I really could!" she gasped as she
exposed her flashing white teeth to Ricky's pulsing cock head.
She wanted to take that throbbing male flesh so bad her fingers dug deep
into Ricky's butt cheeks.
Ricky groaned deeply. "Oooh! I'm cumming! Oooh! Aaah!"
His release was almost agonizing in it's consuming passion.
Clementine moaned in pleasure, taking every precious drop,
knowing she had begun fulfilling her promise to overwhelm him
with pleasure. She would benefit, too!
"Oh, thank you, Clem, dear! That was worth being cooked for!"
"You're delicious already, Ricky! Fattening and tenderizing
you will be just the greatest fun!"
"With care like this, you're going to have yourself a truly
succulent longpig, if you don't mind me bragging!" Ricky joked.
"We're counting on you!" Clementine smiled back."Let's
have lunch! I'm starved!"
The girls had used their culinary talents to create a variety of
high protein, muscle-building dishes to bulk Ricky up. He would gain
much muscle that would be gently toned by daily massages to make it
tender and supple rather than toughened by vigorous exercise. Only
certified organic, chemical-free meats, grains, and vegetables and fruits
were used by the women-chefs of FemCans. Only free-range chicken and cattle
were used. As well as healthy pigs fattened in sterile comfortable stables.
The animals' natural fertilizers were used for growing organic vegetables.
All Water for human and animal consumption was constantly checked for purity.
The FemCans' cannibal feasts had always been supplied with human
flesh that was as healthy as possible in this polluted world. The fattening
farm produced memorable meals. Ricky would prove to be no exception.
The first night was pure heaven for Ricky. Each of the female chefs
gave him a loving massage and let him sample their sweet attributes. So much
better than being a little boy in a candy shop because this candy could
lick and bite back. The girls were able and willing to smother him in warm
female flesh. What a night!
About 3:00AM he was awakened by Clementine's sweet gentle voice.
"Ricky, it's my turn, now."
Ricky welcomed her to his bed with open arms. He kissed her sweet
face, gently upon her eyes, then nipping at her nose, and then engulfing
her mouth. She moaned in pleasure, grabbing his cock, feeling it fill
her hand as it became rigid. He kissed her breasts, teasing the
nipples with his teeth, his hands roaming feverishly over her thighs
like the tentacles of a squid or cuttlefish searching for an opening
to slide into. He found one, her sweet pussy, eager to accommodate his
hand, his cock, even his tongue. He urgently grabbed her by her rump,
pulled her to him, and drove his cock deep into the warm waiting mouth of
her cunt. The waves of passion made her scream out in delirious delight.
"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! You're so good! Ummph, ummph!"
she grunted at each of his pounding thrusts.
"Ooooh! Aaaah!" Ricky moaned as his intense ejaculation
made his body shudder. He held Clementine close in his arms.
The pace of his breathing finally subsiding. He kissed her on the forehead.
"That was beautiful, my love." he whispered softly to her.
"Mmm! Mmm!" she murmured as she curled onto her side
with a contented smile on her face.
Ricky slept dreaming of Clementine eating him alive, very
slowly. He smiled in his sleep.
The days passed with one delightful session after another.
Ricky was plump and sassy! All seven ladies were in love with him. "What a
great person and what a great lover!" each girl thought to herself.
In two days, the party would be held. Ricky would be superb! His
finishing and pre-cooking preps would begin today.
"Good morning, Ricky!" Clementine greeted him with a tender smile.
"Today is your last full day at the farm. Tomorrow afternoon we will
transfer you to the party site."
"I'm going to miss this place." Ricky returned. "What a wonderful
stay I've had!"
"You sweet dear! It's been our pleasure to love and care for you.
We're in your debt. FemCans' fine tradition was at stake
and you so unselfishly came through for us, and me in particular. I can't
thank you enough."
"You can jump in bed with me and try!" Ricky laughed.
"Best offer of the day!" Clementine giggled back.
Ricky eagerly made room for her as she began to disrobe.
As each garment was tantalizingly removed she would teasingly draw it over
his head. Her womanly aroma made his
cock ache with desire.
"Oh! Clem! You sexy creature. I could just eat you up!"
"Sounds like fun to me!" she laughed out loud. "I've got something
warm and juicy just ready for you to enjoy. And it looks like you've
prepared a generous snack for me! It's always fun when you don't have
to dine alone!" she mused. "Bon Appetite!"
For the next hour they made a banquet of each other,
savoring their luscious intimacy. Such a beautiful bond they had built
between them. A bond that had to be broken in less than two days.
As they lay back in joyful exhaustion, Clementine began to sob.
"Ricky, you've made me so very happy these past few weeks. And now it
has to end. I didn't expect to fall in love with you. What will I do
without you?"
Ricky gathered her into his arms and held her. He could
say nothing to her at the moment. After a gentle kiss, he spoke.
"Clem! My sweet love! You'll never be without me. My love for you
will permeate my flesh and you will feel that love as you ingest my body.
Every cell of your body will surge with that love!
It will be there when you need it."
Clementine wept openly at his words. "You wonderful loving person.
I'm so comforted by your caring words. I love you so!"
Ricky lay back, his own heart breaking in sadness.
"Someone has to be strong." he lied to himself.
They rested until noon.
Lunch would be Ricky's last solid food meal. It consisted of broiled
free-range chicken breasts topped with a lemon basil sauce, baby California
Gold potatoes poached in a creamy garlic broth, honey-glazed baby carrots and
parsnips, a wilted spinach salad topped with hot bacon vinegrette, with a
lemon-orange sorbet to cleanse the palate. Piping hot cinnamon-orange tea
would end the meal. It was awesome!
Just a plethora of exciting flavors for Ricky to take with him before
his own exotically seasoned flesh would grace the plates of FemCans' happy
party guests.
"You dear girls! That was outstanding! What a wonderful last meal.
Thank you all so very much!"
"MyNassa and Raven planned the menu!" offered Margarite, the sweet
blonde. "We all helped put it together, though!"
"As you have with all the meals." Ricky responded
gratefully. "You're all fantastic cooks. Just wonderful chefs!"
"We'll be your chefs at the party, too, you know." assured
Scarlett.
"And I'm so pleased about that!" Ricky returned. "I'm sure
to turn out delicious with you sweet girls preparing me!" he added.
"That's a guarantee!" Caroline vowed.
Clementine interrupted all this small talk with firm resolve.
"It's time to get him prepped, girls! All his hair has to go! He needs his
seasoned oil massages, THE WORKS!"
Ricky was surrounded by the six girls as they all participated in
removing all the hair from his body and scalp. Bunny got to shave his
groin area. She giggled as his penis stood in attention. His erection
was a necessary bonus that made the hair removal easier from that
sensitive area.
Ricky closed his eyes and relished the loving attention
given to his body. Contented flesh did make better eating. He would
be fantastic!
Everyone mused, including Ricky, at his appearance. Totally bare
of any body hair, his skin shiny with seasoned oils, he looked like
an oversized suckling pig!
"I'll probably taste like one after being cooked in a luau pit."
Ricky thought, just recently being informed of the Polynesian
theme of the party. "Well, my dear sweet chefs, Just how am I to be
prepared for the pit?" he asked.
"Let me answer that!" Raven interposed. "Tonight, you will have a
series of cleansing enemas and also your finger and toe nails will be
removed. The last enema will shut down your digestive processes. But, until
then, we want you to be sipping tropical juices almost constantly. Those
are your internal marinades. Pineapple and Papaya enzymes will be your
external marinades administered by massage at the start. We begin that
right now!"
The girls rolled out a wheeled stainless steel table with raised metal
sides to keep the liquids inside.
"Okay, you juicy little pork chop. Up onto the table so we can rub you
the right way!" laughed Margarite.
As Ricky crawled onto the table, Bunny gave him a little slap on his
butt. "That's a good little piggy!" she joked.
"Hey, girls! I'm beginning to lose my identity. I guess all I've
got left to say NOW is, 'Oink! oink!' "
They all just roared, including Ricky.
Then the woman-chefs became a little more serious. All six girls began
applying the marinating mixture upon his body. Gently, but firmly, they
worked the tenderizer deep into his flesh. They told him how much they
really cared for him and the greatest way they could express that would
be to ensure that he would turn out extra delicious.
"You fattened up so wonderfully!" MyNassa purred. "I'm
going to enjoy you so much!"
"Oh! I hope so my dear as well as the rest of you!" Ricky
sighed. "Although I'm sure you will. Clementine will only give her very
best. As her hand-picked chefs, you ARE the best!"
"Please, Clementine! Can't we just eat him all up right now?" Bunny
begged.
"I must admit it's very tempting, girls. I can hardly even restrain
myself. But we have to!" Clementine offered, "You girls can nibble if you'd
care to! You'd like that wouldn't you, Ricky!?"
"Yes! Yes! Or in piggy talk, 'Yoink! Yoink!' " he eagerly
confirmed.
The girls relished this opportunity. Ricky moaned in intense
pleasure as the hungry mouths of the avid ladies did everything BUT actually
eat him.
"Oh, oh! Clementine! Ricky's got something ready and eager for you!"
Scarlet winked at her.
"We can't leave him waiting, then!" Clementine grinned back. "
Ummmm...Aah!... Yes!.....ummm...yum!" she expressed as she engulfed his
engorged member.
"Uh..Ooooh! Oh, yes! Just go ahead and finish me off, girls. It
can't get any better than this!" Ricky moaned, happily.
He slept on the table immersed in marinade.
Later, he awoke, behind schedule on his juice intake. The girls
were a little distraught because they had to give him enemas and a stomach
full of juice would make that difficult. They decided to do the enemas
first and catch up on the juices, later.
They tied rubber mittens and booties to his hands and feet. inside
was an agent that dissolved nails to the point that they would just slip off
his digits. Because of these coverings, the girls had to clean him
after the enemas. So helpless like a little baby. The chalky last
enema finished the series. His digestion process was now shut down.
He spent his last night alive soaking in marinade. Two of
the girls stayed with him throughout the night.
Two private limos greeted the morning sun. One for Ricky and
Clementine. The other for the women- chefs.
Hairless and nail less, Ricky, dressed only in a white cotton robe,
got into the limo with Clementine. And off they went for Ricky to meet his
destiny!
The FemCans mansion was abuzz with activity as the South Seas set
was being erected on the extended shoreline of the estate. A large
excavation had been dug in the sand and large electrical heating coils
lined the bottom. Heat retaining rocks were placed over the coils. On
top of the rocks was piled a thick layer of banana leaves. The rocks
would be glowing hot when the living meat was placed upon them. Eight
hours of cooking in the luau pit would produce a succulent
mouthwatering feast!
A stage for the "Polynesian dancers and drummers" was being set
up, banquet tables and chairs were arranged, and the sound system was
being tested.
This was the scene observed when the two limousines arrived
at 8:30AM. The schedule was tight. Ricky had to be in the pit by
9:30, 10:00AM at the latest. Dinner was to be held at 6:00PM with
a full night of festivities following!
Thus, Ricky was hurried into the "prepping" tent near the pit. They
immediately gave him opium-laced wine to sedate his pain centers. He gladly
drank his fill.
The girl-chefs began his final prepping. A mixture of uncooked
Wild Rice, crushed pineapple with it's juice, and fresh coconut milk
was rather quickly stuffed into his anus. It would expand to fill his
intestines as he baked.
Assisting the ladies, he lay flat atop several large banana
leaves. The girls gave him his final massage and kissed him. They
softly told him just how luscious he looked; that they were so eager to
eat him; and that the party would be an overwhelming success!
"Thank you,dearly, my sweet ladies. I thank you all for your tender
care. I love you so!" Ricky said as they enfolded him with the leaves.
The girls carried him to the readied luau site. They set him upon
a chain metal hammock and lowered him into the red-hot pit. The heat was
intense, but he really felt no pain. Besides the drugged wine, his massage
oils contained a strong pain reducer. The sizzling oils and leaves soon
made Ricky pass out and pass on. The girls covered the meat with sand
to retain the heat for the long cooking process. So, time to cook was the
agent needed. Ricky was history!
Two of the girls, Caroline and Scarlett, looked at each other and
began sobbing. "What a great guy! Why are we cooking HIM instead of some
deserving bastard?" Caroline whimpered.
"I know, dear! But he will taste wonderful just because he was so
sweet!" Scarlett answered.
"You're right, of course! Clementine wants only the best!
Oh my! We've got to get going on the side dishes! We're having
Honey-glazed baked Taro and Yams; Poi-battered onion rings to accent
the meat; a pineapple, mango, Kiwi, and coconut salad! Plus we
have to set up the fresh tropical fruits and the Punch bar!
With a group of fifty people, we better get started!
Caroline concluded. "Guests will be arriving by 5:00PM!"
The Polynesian island set was fully ready to go as the first of the
party guests began to arrive.
Clementine greeted each guest, personally thanking them
for their generous participation in the FemCans group. "So sweet of you to
come."she smiled. "Do have a great time and enjoy yourself!"
The guests gathered on the beach. South Sea Island music gently
filled the air. Alcoholic beverages and Punch were being served. As
tasty snacks, Cocktail Shrimp, Poi-battered onion rings, deep fried
sweet potato slices, and sausage-stuffed mushroom caps were offered
to take the edge off their appetites until dinner time. Everyone
mingled and enjoyed the exotic atmosphere.
At 6:00PM, Clementine, using a PA microphone, made a statement.
"Please everyone, may I have your attention! We need to have everyone
seated so that we can bring the 'piece d' resistance' to the carving table.
Thank you!"
As everyone took their seats at the tables gorgeously arrayed
with tropical flowers, the luau pit was uncovered. The pulley system
lifted the mesh hammock with the roasted longpig up out of the hot-rock
oven. The cooked meat was transferred to a beautiful silver platter and
covered with a domed lid. Carried to the carving table it was placed in the
center.
The crowd stirred in anticipation.
Clementine then announced, "Let the feast begin!"
With that announcement, the drummers began their
hypnotic beating.The six girl-chefs had changed into grass skirts and out
they came bare-breasted and smiling.They began to gently, but sensuously,
sway their hips to the rhythmic drum beats. They looked luscious!
Clementine continued. "The six girls have freely given up their
virginity by having sex with the sacrificial offering in loving
tribute to their providing and protecting gods. Their gift ensures the value
of the sacrifice, and, incidentally, as we FemCans know, It also makes the
meat much more tender and flavorful!"
Several cheers and whistlings broke out! "Right on! Yahoo!
You got that straight"
Clementine concluded."So, without further ado, let me present to you,
RICKY!, our longpig volunteer! Good appetite,everyone! Enjoy!"
The lid was removed. Hot steam rolled off the leaf-wrapped body.
Two of the dancers, MyNassa and Raven, swayed up to the table and began
carefully removing the banana leaves. The aroma was so tantalizing that the
guests began moaning in hunger.
Ushers led each table in turn to the serving line. The two chefs
took turns carving the succulent longpig. The meat was fork tender! The
party workers were the last to be served.
Clementine, the LAST of the last.
The hungry guests devoured their food with gusto! From table to
table, Clementine would stroll, asking how everything was.
"I'm definitely having seconds!" a sweet-faced red headed girl
declared. "He's positively delicious!"
Another girl commented, "Clem!, You know how to pick
'em! This pig was born to be eaten!"
Clementine had to hold back a sob over the unfeeling remark. Her
precious RICKY! Now, nothing but a platter of cooked meat! Saying nothing,
she moved to the next table.
"Just an awesome party, Clementine!" said one.
"We almost didn't come. Boy, that would have been one
BIG mistake!" said a couple.
"Great dancers! Great music! Great food! I love your South Seas
theme. Thanks, Clementine." a very prominent member
stated.
"Thanks, dear. Coming from you, it means a great deal!"
assured Clementine.
The flesh of the thighs and buttocks quickly disappeared.
The shoulders and ribs soon followed. The intense, but careful,
fattening and tenderizing had certainly paid off handsomely.
The party was rated the best in years. After the feast,
the guests either slow danced together or went strolling down by the water,
contemplating the wonderful event they had just participated in. "Could next
year possibly top this one?" was a common thought.
Clementine gathered the chefs and party workers together to thank
them in private. "You all have done a magnificent job to make this party the
great success it was! Working with you has been a most delightful time.
And now, with the exception of the chefs, you are all free to leave. Thank
you, again!"
After the others had left, Clementine addressed the six girl-chefs.
"Ladies, my sisters, you have been an inspiration to me. In no way
could this party have taken place without you! You all have my deepest appreciation!"
"Our pleasure, sweetie! But next year, let's cook someone
NOT so precious to us! OK!" begged Caroline.
Clementine answered, "I solidly agree! I just can't go through THIS
again!"
"We all loved Ricky, dear. We couldn't help ourselves!"
said Raven.
"Unfortunately, we all loved EATING him, too!" Bunny added.
The FemCans Private Party is over for this year!