THE CARNIVORESSES by Harvey Thompson
It was truly a baronial estate, complete with Gothic ramparts and
slate eaves that drooped in the mystical fog of rural Devon, giving
the house a character of ethereal evil. Inside there was total
contrast. A symphony of warm chestnut and burled walnut paneling
in almost every room, reflecting the cheery glow of a multitude
of active fireplaces. Majestic high fidelity wafted throughout,
bringing lively Vivaldi and Elgar chords to the far reaches of
the elegantly furnished mansion. In this cozy environment lived an
extremely beautiful single mother, Marsha, age 42, and her twin
19-year-old daughters that were even more beautiful than she.
Together the threesome lived and thrived on the property, with
its woodlands, riding stables and pool, all financed amply by the
estate of Marsha's late husband Roger. He had died mysteriously
two years prior under circumstances never explained. He just
disappeared and was later declared legally deceased.
The fact is that the three women, in addition to their love of music,
art, riding to the hounds, and Devon society teas, had one other
intense common interest. They had an insane, insatiable appetite
for male human flesh. It had begun innocently enough, when the three,
sadistically driven, decided in collusion, that they had just
about enough of the arrogant and abusive behavior of the tyrannical
Roger. They had adroitly poisoned him one evening. Then they
discussed their plan of depositing his corpse in quicksand out on
the moors, several miles from their beloved country manor.
A sudden glint appeared in Marsha's eye. She told her girls,
surrounding her prostrate late husband: "Wait girls. I have
an absolutely fantastic idea. You know how fascinated all three
of us were to read that entire library of books about cannibalism
around the world, from New Guinea to ancient Mexico? Remember how
we literally licked our lips and reveled at the idea of someday
finding out what a man's flesh would taste like? Well, here's
our chance. Right now, tonight. Let's eat him."
The girls were shocked for a few moments. Then the thought of
not burying their despised father, but devouring him, lit up
their faces. For the next two hours, the three excitedly jabbered
about how they would prepare and season his large body, and roast
it in the immense over of the mansion's main kitchen, which had
originally been designed two centuries earlier for whole oxen.
The dinner was unforgettable. Moreover, it was overpowering.
The experience cast an indelible spell upon each of the three,
addicting them to the flavor of male flesh for life, only forcing
an ever greater hunger upon their craving palates. With only the
assistance of their incredibly enslaved houseboy Jimmy, a 20 year
old lad who was paralyzed with adoration and worship of the three,
they embarked upon a two year binge of cannibal lust. Like master
confidence-game experts, they would lure attractive, muscular
young men to make secret visits to the house, never to be seen
again. In each episode, the man would be drugged, bound and
taken to a secret subbasement where the three had created an
elaborate cannibal ritual chamber. It contained an immense altar
to which a man could be chained spread eagle and tormented by
the three as entertainment for days. They would describe
to him his fate, and exactly how he would be prepared and cooked
in increasingly imaginative ways. In front of the altar, on a
high platform, was an elegant throne, an authentic and majestic
affair that had once been owned by the Duchess of Devon herself.
It was glittering with gilt and velvet, truly resplendent, with
one modification. A large opening had been cut into the seat itself,
and a carpenter had further added a special framework beneath the
seat, permitting a human being to be placed painfully beneath the
seat, on his back, with his face protruding slightly through the
opening.
The throne became a primary means of entertainment for Marsha
and the girls. No sense of power quite matched the feeling of taking
turns sitting on the elegant throne and crushing the male face
trapped beneath, gasping for air. Sometimes the victim was kept in
that tortured, humiliating position for 6 to 10 hours at a time,
while the three women, dressed in jeans, or cotton shorts, or
or totally bare, would alternate in reclining upon the face. They
casually talked, drank, laughed and joked with each other,
reveling in the suffering of the hapless male down below.
One of the twins, Julie, loved the occasions where she would come
home from a tea or ball in her silks and taffeta and organdy, and
plop down on the waiting face of the victim, covering him entirely
with her dress and feeling his desperate breath as she would nestle
her butt down ever more tightly into his panicked face. Debbie,
meanwhile, adored the feeling of only sheer silk panties between her
anus and the mouth of the captive. And of course all three were wild
about the thrills to be gained by slowly doffing their trousers and
panties totally, and planting their bare buttocks firmly upon the
face of the victim. While holding animated conversations or playing
parlor games, they would regularly shift position so that their bare
vagina would engulf the victim's mouth and upon their command, he
would be forced to tongue their clit or anus until one, two three or
more orgasms were experienced. This entire scene would of course be
enacted with far greater fervor, and even wilder satisfaction of the
girls, once they had announced to the victim his cruel, bizarre fate.
They would always torture him with fabric, then strip naked and
inform him of their cannibal lust --to which he would always register
disbelief until they showed him evidence of prior feasts. Then he
would always plead in hysterical earnest.
While the girls were sadistically inventive in the ways they would
put the victim to sleep before cooking, They would invariably shave
his body completely and season it as he lay captive. Then they would
move his trembling form to its place again beneath the throne, for
the final execution. One favorite manner of all three soon became the
act of commanding the victim to kiss each of them goodbye, by taking
turns sitting on his upturned helpless face. One of the three would have the honor and fun of
whispering farewell and slowly descending her butt, sweetly informing
her captive that he was about to die by suffocation. Then all three
would watch in fascination as the man, crying for mercy, had his last
words smothered by the buttocks above him, his agonized muffled
grunts would be heard, his chest would convulse, his legs would
stiffen. While the girl above him would squeal in blissful delight,
feeling his final gasps against her rectum, he would finally expire,
with the full knowledge that he soon would be an elegant repast for
the three famished tigresses.
Throughout the two years, Jimmy the houseboy witnessed each
successive ritual and banquet with a quiet, desperate horror. At
first shocked by the spectacles, then fascinated and later simply
immunized to the traumatic events, he only grew more hypnotized and
enraptured by the three demonic females he idolized and served with
dedication. In between events, when there was no captive male in the
chamber down below, Jimmy would often be the sole source of
entertainment for the three. Early on he was taught oral servitude of
course, and would service any of the three at any time, any day, upon
command. As the three became even more sadistic, they would command
Jimmy, with no chains or bindings of any kind but simply voluntarily,
to go down under the throne and allow his face to be used for any
purpose that struck the whim of whatever female was in charge. As the
months went by, he at first abhorred the total degradation they
bestowed upon him but gradually came to love the taste of his three
mistresses' silks, jeans, shorts, anus's and vaginas.
Obviously, it crossed his mind, time and again, that someday his
luck might run out and they would elect to eat him. But as his love
for each of them grew, he simply banished any thought of escaping to
the outside world, with its sanity and security. His adoration
blossomed to the insane degree that, if he were someday asked to
become their dinner, he felt he might do so gladly, worshipfully,
thankfully. It was especially Julie, with her elegant,spoiled ways, that mesmerized him the most.
Meanwhile, as Jimmy matured over the months as a rugged and handsome
young man, his muscular features became more evident and glamorous.
A new hunger began to grow within the women. They didn't even admit
it to each other, or even to themselves. But the incredibly exciting
thought of eating Jimmy crossed each of their minds. At first it was
just a fleeting thought as they watched him strip to do household
chores like wood chopping, noting his biceps and rippling thighs and
back. Or sometimes it was when they glanced down at his prostrate
form as his face protruded beneath the throne seat and his tongue
adoringly performed its daily worship. But day by day, the girls
noticed that their instincts and tendencies became less and less
controlled. They became unbridled sadists. He was their toy.
Between captures and torments of regional male victims, their focus
was on Jimmy. They knew no limits. One day Julie compulsively arose
from her throne, kicked off her jeans and sneakers, stepped up
barefoot on the seat itself, daintily stepped on Jimmy's upturned
mouth and demanded that he suck her toes, while she fingered herself
to climax. On another day, Debbie became so carried away with his
frantic tongue ministrations upon her bare clit, that she suddenly
let go a golden torrent from her aching bladder, directly into his
obedient mouth and down his gagging throat, while she too brought
herself to a glorious climax. The scene so entranced Marsha that she
elected to begin using Jimmy's mouth as her primary toilet. While at
first he almost drowned at these incidents, he gradually came to
adore even these as moments of ultimate sacrifice.
Little did he realize what sacrifices were yet to come, what adoration
would be asked of him.
Then came a frigid February day, when the moors were forbidding and
icy. When the manor house grounds were encrusted with an imprisoning
manifestation of doom. The winter had been a lean one for the family.
Unfortunately, the few eligible males that the girls would meet at
society affairs were highly focused on business aspirations in London
and generally unavailable for wily enticements of the girls that
might entrap them into visits. A great many weeks had gone by without
a single feast in the subbasement. The ladies of course existed on
gourmet guinea fowl and fat turkeys brought to them regularly by
purveyors. But they quickly lost interest in these prosaic cuisines
and began an unintentional, inadvertent diet. They would joke about
the "forced fast" and laugh about how long they could last without
the addictive flavor of male flesh. As the days passed, it became
no longer a laughing matter. They truly were fasting, and unhappily
so. Finally one day at their breakfast of scones and Devonshire
cream, an evil leer crossed Julie's face as she noticed their
houseboy through the window, manfully hauling more wood for their
fireplaces.
"Let's eat Jimmy," she blurted out, almost surprising herself.
"What?" exclaimed Marsha and Debbie in unison.
"I guess I mean, well it's like we're starving. We haven't had a real
dinner in many weeks. None of us have failed to notice, and be
turned on by, Jimmy's amazing body and how it's matured. I mean he'd
be delicious. You both know it. I know it. He'd be fantastic! Now I
know that each of us has fought off the urge to eat him for at least
a year now. We've had all the specimens we could have wanted. And
Jimmy so adores us"
"Yes, Julie, that's exactly right! He's our lifetime slave. Sure,
I've had a growing, burning desire inside to eat Jimmy --for quite
some time. I want his flesh as much as you do. But that's crazy.
We'd be wasting an important possession. He's our toy," said Debbie.
"I know, I know. I love squishing his face and feeling his tongue
as much as you do, and I'd miss it. But I can't stand it. I truly
can't stand it any longer, watching him walk around here every day.
Deb. I've just got to have him. I've got to eat Jimmy."
"Well girls," grinned Marsha, "I must say that you hit my weak spot.
Despite all the fabulous, delicious young men we've had here for
dinner in the last two years, there's something about Jimmy that just
drives me wild with hunger. I've never known a hunger like this. I
confess that every day for months now I've thought what it would be
like to bite into him. Let's face it. He's special. He would make our
ultimate meal."
"Then...you'll do it? Mom? Debbie? You'll throw caution and reason
to the wind and we can plan to eat Jimmy? This week? We could
actually eat him this week?" Julie yelped.
"Yes, Julie, let's do it. I can't stand the urge either. Let's all
agree that we'll eat Jimmy for dinner this very week, this Saturday
night!!! Now let's see, "Marsha mused, " what special method can we
use to cook him. What do you think Deb? "
"Wait a minute Mom," said Julie quietly. "Sit back down in your chair
....both of you. I'm not done with my plan. I have more ideas to
propose. Exciting ideas. Things we've never even dreamed of before.
Ideas that could make this the most monumental banquet we or any
royal family has ever experienced. One that would symbolize the
absolute ultimate triumph of superior female human beings over the
male."
"What do you mean Julie? What on earth are you talking about?"
said Marsha.
"I don't want to cook him at all. "
"Not cooked? You don't want to cook Jimmy?"
"That's right. I want him raw."
"What?"
"Yes, I want him raw. I want to eat Jimmy raw. I want to plunge my
teeth into his warm raw flesh and taste the true flavor...of a living
man"
"Living? What on earth Julie! Are you serious?"
"Yes, Mom, I know it's spoiled and rotten...but I want to eat Jimmy
alive."
"Oh Julie, that's ridiculous. I mean, the poor thing would be laying
there helpless and screaming. It would be the most hideous death a
man could ever die. To just lay there and be eaten alive by three
hungry females? It's obscene! It's an unearthly execution!"
"I know, Mom, but please, it would be so exciting. Just think, he'd
be with us the whole time, or at least most of the dinner. I love
him. I love Jimmy. I'll feel terrible doing it to him, hearing his
screams for mercy as I tear his flesh from his body with my teeth!
But as much as my heart goes out to him, I'm absolutely lusting for
his flesh. I have to have it. And Mom...Deb...I have to have it warm
and raw and pulsating! It will be a fantastic moment!!!"
"You are seriously proposing that the three of us eat Jimmy alive as
he lays stretched out on our ceremonial altar? We'll be eating him
raw as he begs us to stop, you know that. It will be heart-rending.
We all love him so," said Marsha. "But...I must admit Julie it's an
ingenious idea. You know that we've read stories of ancient rites in
which royalty ate captive warriors alive...but we always were so aghast
at those incidents, weren't we? Or...maybe not. Maybe it kindled a
secret longing in each of us. And after months of cooking and dining
upon the best of England's gentlemen, maybe it truly is time to move
on, and experience the ultimate...to confront a living, breathing,
pleading victim who would be there with us, fully conscious, at the
dinner. Whose screams in our ears will only intensify the intimacy
of the moment, as diners and victim share the same banquet, one
taking bites and one giving them up. I guess Julie....it would be
incredible. It would be a feast never to be forgotten. Something
the three of us would not only share, but treasure together in our
memories. "
"Oh Mom, " exclaimed Debbie, "yes! yes! it has to be! Julie's
idea is brilliant!! I'm completely sold! I'm in shock, but I'm
thrilled!! Yes! Let's eat Jimmy alive!!!!!"
Meanwhile, the strapping young lad had delivered his wood load and was
walking back past the bay window again, waving at his mistresses,
smiling an adoring smile, and off to finish the rest of his chores.
"Oh God, look at him," whispered Julie. "Just look at him! He's
become the most fabulous specimen yet! I just can't wait until
Saturday night. "
"Should we tell him?" whispered Debbie excitedly.
"No," said Julie, "not yet. Tonight." she said as she peered hungrily
at the husky young man through the bay window, just finishing his
chores. That evening Jimmy served the family supper as usual, on his
knees, in the main dining hall of the great manor, but was uneasy
about one aspect. They requested that he prepare only a light salad
and some tea. After a meager breakfast of coffee and scones and a
lunch of only consume, he thought that this was remarkable. Are they
fasting? For what? Each of them had a figure that was so slim and
lithe that no conceivable diet would ever be necessary for weight
control, even considering their heavy intake of body fats and protein
of the past two years.
After supper, they informed him that his usual "couch services" would
not be necessary, a nightly practice in which the lad would lay face
up on their divan while they sat perched upon his face and body
watching the telly. Instead, he was asked to follow them to the
ritual chamber in the subbasement and take his contorted position
beneath the throne, bending his body backwards like a pretzel on the
special board beneath the seat, so that his face would appear in
reverse through the aperture and he could gaze up into the eyes of
his tormentress. He did so quite willingly, although dreading the
torture of the cramped position, because he knew he would be asked to
worship his goddesses in the customary manner. Each in turn mounted
the throne, demanded oral service, and then relieved her bladder down
his gasping throat. It was a moment of true devotion.
When Julie completed hers, the others gathered close and she
peered down at her loyal subject. "Jimmy, my poor, darling. This is a
very special night, and a very special weekend. We have news for you
of immense importance. Actually...it's a confession. For the past
two years each of us has had a secret longing that we never admitted
even to ourselves. It was a burning desire that has never been
satisfied. While you have been our devoted slave, performing
marvelous culinary feasts, cleaning like a demon, serving us with
expert massage, hair treatment, manicure and pedicures, and of course
assisting us in the preparation and cooking of England's fine young
gentlemen whom you've watched us consume, there had been one last way
that we've longed for you to serve us and have never asked."
"What's that?" asked the boy.
"Well Jimmy, I just don't know how to say this exactly, but we all
must admit that watching you and living with you all this time has
driven us crazy with desire. You are the finest specimen we've ever
seen. Would just hate to give you up...but we just can't fight our
desires any longer. Frankly Jimmy, we're starving for you."
"St--starving?"
"Yes Jimmy, starving for you. We just can't stand it any longer. We
tried to hold back. But, well...let's face it...we're dying to...eat
you."
The words rang in his ears and raced through his brain like a
lightning bolt. The words he secretly knew that someday he might
hear, and yet dreaded. The idea that the three goddesses whom he had
served for so long, who he had watched dine upon so many fine young
men, would finally turn their hunger toward him. He stiffened in
panic. gazing up at Julie through her creamy thighs, and realized
that at last, at last, his time had come. They wanted his life. They
wanted...not just his slavish devotion, his eager service, his
worship...but his life.
"Eat me? You're not going to eat me! Miss Julie, I beg you, tell me
it isn't true. You're going to have me like the others?"
"Yes, my darling Jimmy. Forgive us. We just can't stand it any
longer. All three of us need you, we need your flesh desperately.
You understand our addiction to male flesh, and yours will be the
most delectable of any. Our hunger is uncontrollable now. We simply
have got to eat you."
"When?" he said with a shudder.
"Tomorrow night. We're going to eat you for dinner tomorrow night.
You'll have all night tonight to remain here getting used to the
idea, and then many hours tomorrow morning to serve our bodily needs
one last time, before we ask you to make the final sacrifice."
"Are you planning to execute me in the traditional way? Yes, my
sweet thing. You're going to die right here, beneath me. You're going
to die by suffocation under my buttocks. I'll make it quick,
smothering you quickly while the others hold you fast. The last
breath of your life will be up my supreme anus. You'll die knowing
that you paid the ultimate tribute to your loving mistresses. Then,
we'll cook you in the house oven to perfection, and relish what has
to be the world's most spectacular flavor sensation, Jimmy. Your
magnificent flesh."
"Oh my god" he gasped. "This is it? This is the end of me. Tomorrow?
For dinner? You're actually going to eat me?"
"Yes my love. We're going to eat you, with crazed appetites and total
gratitude. We're going to ask you to go very bravely, gallantly,
knowing that we cannot stop ourselves. We simply must have you. Oh
wow...I've gotten myself so aroused that I need your tongue,
quickly!! Now!!!!! Yessssssssssss!!!"
Watching the scene, Marsha and Debbie were touching themselves
violently, experiencing a simultaneous peak as they too became lost
in the euphoria of expectations of the ultimate banquet to come.
Jimmy was left in his contorted position beneath the throne to have
a sleepless night, tormented by visions of his role in the ultimate
banquet.Yet his psyche compelled him to comply, to give himself, to die for them. The ladies meanwhile had equally fitful sleeps, rapt with
excitement over the ceremony of the coming day, and the wild surprise
they were about to reveal to their beloved captive.
They filed into the chamber, mounted the throne, demanded their usual
morning services, and then outlined Jimmy's day. They described a
full series of final body services he would perform on each, to be
followed by his positioning on the sacrificial altar itself at 3 PM,
when farewell kisses would take place, followed by his execution,
cooking and feast.
Knowing it was his last day on earth, he plunged into his obligations
with unprecedented fervor, providing oil massage, facials, coiffures,
bathing, manicures and pedicures with awed, silent respect to each.
The final event found him on his knees, naked, blowing on the blood
red pedicure polish of each toe, while each tormentress would stare
at him constantly, licking her lips and grinning with rows of
amazingly sharp white teeth.
They skipped lunch totally. And now it was almost time. They asked
Jimmy to voluntarily lay prone spread eagle on his back upon the elegant carved
stone altar, while they gently manacled his wrists and ankles to
heavy chains located in each corner. In moments he was stretched
across the giant stone spread-eagle, bewildered and terrified. He
knew what was coming. Or he thought he knew. He was left to his
imagination as the ladies left for upstairs, donning riding apparel,
mounting horses and galloping off for a ride across the moors "to
work up a total appetite."
Just before 3, they returned, and changed into lavish evening
dresses, splashes of pink organdy and green taffeta, and shod with
high heeled sandals. Into the torch lit chamber they came, almost
unable to contain their lust. They tuned in appropriate rock music,
approached their prostrate victim on the 12 inch high stone, and
smiled. Julie stepped smartly up upon the altar, and devilishly
kicked off her sandals. With an evil leer, she planted her feet on
either side of him, stood pertly with hands on hips, and spoke. "It's
time, Jimmy. This is our moment. Yours and ours. Are you ready to
give your life to us?"
Jimmy lay there in a stupor. Slowly he shook his head yes. Any moment
he expected her to kneel over him and begin the execution process by
suffocation. But he was wrong.
"Jimmy, we haven't been really fair with you. We've misled you. You
might say we've had a big change of plans."
"You're...not going to eat me?"
"Oh yes, Jimmy, we definitely going to eat you. It's how we're eating
you that is new. Very new. In fact, no living persons have
experienced it until now. You might say it's experimental. You see
Jimmy...we've decided not to cook you."
"What? Not cook me?"
"No Jimmy. We've decided to eat you...raw."
"Miss Julie, that's unbelievable. You're going to suffocate me and
then just devour my flesh raw?"
"Well, Jimmy, no. Not exactly. You see, we aren't going to execute
you, at least not in the usual manner. Please try to understand. It's
bizarre...but we want you with us. All three of us want you to be
there at dinner, to experience the thrill with us, bite by bite."
"I don't get it Miss Julie. How can I be there when I'll already be
dead?"
"Oh Jimmy, you still don't get it at all. Silly, you're not going to
be dead. You're going to be there with us the entire time, or at
least through most of the meal. We're dying to try it. To have you
that way. We know it's a hideous thought but we just can't control
our wild impulses..."
"You mean..."
"Yes Jimmy, that's exactly what I mean..."
"Oh my god no....No! Miss Julie...no you can't mean it! It would be
an unearthly way to go!!" His entire helpless body convulsed in terror. His eyes bulged and his grimace contorted as the full realization crashed down upon his brain.
Julie slowly raised one slim beautiful bare foot, like a ballerina,
and hovered it over the agonized upturned face of the paralyzed,
terrified young boy. Gradually, with pink toes wriggling, the foot
descended toward his trembling lips and finally squashed them
beneath. "Yes, Jimmy, it's true...the idea is incredible but true.
You know what I mean. You know how we plan to eat you..."
"Alive????" he murmured weakly.
"Yes," hissed Julie, grinning widely as she twisted her toes upon his
mouth,"Alive! Alive! Alive my poor sweet thing. In four hours it will
be dinner time and the three of us --in a never to be forgotten
ritual orgy of cannibal lust-- are going to eat you...alive. "
Jimmy became crazed. He strained mightily at his chains and tried in
vain to escape the relentless foot crushing his mouth. He started
begging and pleading for mercy to any of the three that would listen,
and they all listened intently, licking their lips.His body trembled as the cold stone under his back and the steel manacles made him feel more totally vulnerable than he had ever felt before. Arms and legs spread widely, he could barely move a muscle, but only wait for their pleasure.A living banquet.
Over the next three hours, the girls were busy. They applied shaving
cream to Jimmy's entire body and shaved off every hair. Then they
slowly, lovingly began massaging into every part of his skin a
mixture of olive oil infused with cumin, turmeric and sage. Debbie
was careful not to get the oil mixture in his eyes. She stooped over
his face and softly massaged the oil into his lips and cheeks.
"My face??" he whispered to her. "My face???"
"Yes Jimmy, that will be one of the best parts. I want it. I've got
dibs on it. Not too early. Later on in the meal. "
"You mean..."
"Yes Jimmy. I'm going to eat your face off."
To his ultimate horror, he saw Julie calmly massaging the oil into
his penis, then the entire scrotum. His tremors of unbridled fear
became overpowering. He looked at her.
"Yes Jimmy. It's going to be fantastic. And it's mine."
"Oh god no Miss Julie. No man could stand that. Please please...can
you at least give me some kind of pain killer??? Please, I beg you."
"Of course Jimmy. See that IV set up? We're planning to give you a
valium drip IV to dull everything during the meal. You'll watch us
eat you, bite by bite, but mercifully you'll feel little as we plunge
our teeth into your warm raw flesh and devour each morsel. Won't that
be lovely??"
Jimmy's entire torso was now shaking uncontrollably, with spasms that
wracked his entire frame. The thought of being eaten alive by these
three goddesses was, he realized, his ultimate lifetime erotic
experience, and yet one so horrendous that he could barely imagine
what the dinner would be like.
With 30 minutes to go, the ladies filed into the chamber with
platters of cooked vegetables, yams, condiments and a host of other
accompaniments. They carefully placed the platters around his entire
body on the altar. Then they slowly stripped down to total
nakedness, mounted the stone itself and playfully began to dance to
the blaring rock cadence. They danced around him, and upon him.
Building to a supreme orgy of eroticism, Marsha was touching herself
again violently as she danced on her victim's bare chest and face.
Finally, she could stand it no longer and flung herself
upon his helpless face for one last frenzy of oral services to her
inflamed clit, which Jimmy administered while begging and babbling
painfully for mercy as his tongue did its homage. However, Marsha
raised up just before climaxing, telling her daughters that she must
wait to reach her peak just as she takes the initial bite. They all
gleefully agreed.
Debbie next kneeled over him and demanded the identical service,
likewise restraining herself at the last moment. Then Julie did the
same. All three were now in a mad frenzy of passion.
Suddenly Julie grasped the IV drip and yanked the catheter tube out
and away.
"Julie!!! What on earth are you doing??" said Debbie.
"Julie, you're crazy!," said Marsha. "That's unfair! We promised
him valium while he endures this. No man could take the pain!!!
Think of the screaming!!!"
"I am," said Julie. "That's why I must do this Mom. This is our
ultimate experience, the ultimate triumph of the superior female over
earth's malehood. We must have total satisfaction! That means that he
must be with us all the way, fully conscious. Aware of every bite,
every nuance. Part of the thrill of this will be eating Jimmy as we
listed to his screams ringing in our ears!!!! Don't you understand??
It must be this way."
The others stood stupefied, but gradually saw the luster in Julie's
eyes and realized too that the ritual must be done this way -- with
nothing to dull the intensity of the moment for anyone, diners or
victim.
"Oh God, please no!! Miss Julie!" Jimmy screamed. "Don't take it
away! You promised!! Have mercy! Have mercy on me!! I'll feel every
bite!!!"
"Yes, Jimmy, you will. And part of the significance of this entire
ceremony is that we show you no mercy. None. We love you Jimmy. This
is difficult for us. But our impulses are just too strong. We have to
do it this way. We're going to eat you alive with nothing to buffer
the pain, as you give your flesh to us."
The chamber grew bright with the flickering of the torches. The three
women stood above him,statuesque and beautiful, lust in their eyes.
"It's eight o'clock Jimmy. It's dinner time. We're going to eat you
now."
"Oh my lord, I can't believe it's happening!! It's all too horrible," yelled Jimmy, tears streaming down his cheeks as he lay there helpless, legs and arms spread wide against the cold marble and the manacles cutting into his wrists and ankles.
"Julie stood on the altar astride his trembling body, perfectly nude and breathing hard. "This is our moment, Jimmy, yours and ours. We embark together on the final hours of your life, and the most exhilarating of ours. The ultimate sacrifice a man could offer, the ultimate symbol of our supremacy over malehood...consumption. You can't imagine my sweet how difficult this is for us to do, all the unspeakable things we're about to do. Please understand and forgive us. It's not done out of any malice. No matter what incredible agonies we subject you to, they're done out of love, sheer love for you as our most perfect loyal subject, love for you as England's most perfect spcimen of young malehood, love for you as the most enticing specimen of muscular,verile male flesh we've ever seen, and love and lust for you as our ultimate feast!!! Please understand my sweet that we just can't help ourselves. We know it's the most spoiled, selfish, greedy deed ever done by human beings to another. We've tried to control ourselves but we just can't. It's our hunger, Jimmy, our overpowering hunger for you. Over the months we've fought it, but we can't stand it. We're famished. We've simply got to know the flavor, the flavor of you, flavor of your flesh --not on our plate, cooked and sliced-- but warm,living,raw and pulsating. We just can no longer control the urge to plunge our teeth into you, plunge our faces into the gaping holes in your flesh...and chew..and chew...eating...eating."
Jimmy peered up into her loving eyes, she knelt and whispered: "We're embarrassed to say that we also lust to hear the screams, Jimmy, the screams that will ultimately escape your lips and lungs, and will drive us crazy with desire to consume you."
Julie kicked off her heeled sandals and stepped grandly up upon his chest. Daintily her delicate bare feet came together upon his heart. "Now is the moment when I have the privilege of officially condemning you to death, Jimmy, and describe to you the ritual feast upon which all four of us, you and us, are about to embark. As I do so, the occasion would not be complete without asking you to perform one last supreme act of humility, respect and worship. You're going to kiss my foot. Yes, Jimmy, my bare foot, and demonstrate one last time the depth of your adoration and devotion."
From her perch on his chest, she steps forward, inching one foot up his chest, across his neck, toes wriggling, up his chin. Then her slim foot, the bright toenails glistening red with the polish he had so lovingly applied hours before, slowly raised up in glorious choreography and dangled over his terrified, tear drenched ,trembling face. Perfectly balanced, hands on hips, she stoods as the world's most lethal ballerina, one foot firmly planted on his chest and the other swinging merrily above him. With grace and agility, she very slowly lowered it so he could view the soft pink sole descending, toes playfully wriggling and ankle wiggling. Finally, it reached his upturned mouth, which she crushed beneath her toes.
"This is it my love," Julie whispered. "I'm about to condemn you to death, the most spectacular death a man ever died at the hands of women. Now...kiss it...kiss my foot and give me worship with a degree of passion that could only be mustered by a man who realizes he is the one cannibal victim on the entire face of the earth to be actually eaten alive!! You've always worshipped the ground I walk on JImmy. Now, in your final moments, you ARE the ground I walk on! Here...feel my sole crushing your eager lips...feel it twist and turn, grinding you beneath..demanding devotion like a man has never given a woman."
"Make him beg, Julie," exclaimed Debbie. "Make him beg for his life one more time!! I love to hear it! Make him! Make him!" she screamed as she fingered herself to a peak. Marsha and Jule were now doing the same, building themselves to a frenzy as they all watched the hapless,strapping lad, his body shaking uncontrollably, grimacing as he struggled beneath Julie's arched, imperious foot.
""Yes, Jimmy, " Jule cooed. "Let us hear you beg us for your life. Beg, Jimmy. Beg!! Kiss my sole! Kiss it and beg! Now...lick it...go on...lick my sole and beg, plead for our mercy, the mercy you know we're incapable of giving. Oh, yes!! I love your blubbering saliva mixed with your streaming tears. Oh, god the excitement! Now...Jimmy, I want you to kiss my toes...kiss them as you beg. Yes, kissssssss! Fantastic! Now..I'm going to slowly insert by big toe in your mouth...and you're going to suck it...suck it for all that's holy!! Suck it like a madman. Here...open, open wide...yessss...Ooooooh, that's unbelievable! And , now, Jimmy....I'm going to insert each of my toes into your mouth, one by one, and you're going to such each one...while I describe to you how you're going to die. Are you ready, Jimmy? Ready for your death sentence? Here is it. Keep sucking.I pronounce you ready...ready to make your final sacrifice in devotion to us. You are about to become our ultimate banquet, the meal of our lives. We are about to eat you alive, Jimmy, as you scream, as you willingly give us your flesh to consume. We ask you to be stalwart and brave. As we take you, we want you to summon ever ounce of courage and endurance you have. We want you to try hard to stay with us, stay conscious as we take bite after bite, and we want you to live the entire experience with us. Keep sucking, Jimmy. As you can guess, we plan to eat you very slowly. The meal will last most of the night, many many hours. We want to savor each magical bite and have you there to watch us relish each morsel. Now switch! Switch, Jimmy. My baby toe!!"
Jimmy was convulsing in fear now. He sucked her final toe like a demon. Debbie and Marsha drew close.
"Now where should we begin?" asked Julie asked Julie with an impish grin as she switched feet and jammed the big toe of her left foot into his quivvering mouth. "Oh god Jimmy, I think you know in your heart where, don't you? We want to take the most important, symbolic parts of you while you're at your most lucid, most aware, so that you can fully appreciate the same moment of triumph we do! It's the sharing of that moment that counts the most, right? Thank you so much for your respect paid to my toes. Now as one last act of obesience, please insert your servile tongue in between each of my toes and lick your utmost, as I describe the beginning. You know very well the part that is my prize, my privilege to consume. I asked for it. I wanted it. And I'm going to have it. Yes, Jimmy. You know. You're eyes say it...and they're telling me no, no, please not that. Right? Keep licking my toes while I give you my answer, the news you don't want to hear, the most horrifying news a captive male could ever hear! Here it comes, this is how the banquet will begin..."
The ritual chamber was deadly silent. Jimmy gazed into her eyes and wildly shook his head from side to side.
"Yes, Jimmy. I'm going to bite your cock off."
Frantically, he turned away from her tormenting foot and yelled "No, Miss Julie!!! No!!!! Please...for the love of god!!! Please no!! Not there!!"
His cries were muffled as pert little princess stepped down once again upon his lips and ground them under the ball of her sole. "Yes, Jimmy, it's true. No escaping it. I've got to have it. In just a few moments I'm going to gently take the head of your beautiful cock in my mouth and relish it to the fullest, thickest it has ever been, engorged with blood.I may take 30 minutes. Then I'm going to very gradually plunge my teeth around the shaft just below the rim and sever the skin with tiny tiny incisions. I'll apply steady pressure around all sides of the shaft...so slowly you'll hardly notice, my sweet.Many many minutes more. Then I'm afraid to say that the pain will begin to build...you'll become aware that I'm actually taking it. Taking it off. With love, with extreme hunger. Oh god, how I want it! Then..my teeth will dig further into your shaft, more and more...many many minutes...and finally, finally Jimmy, it will be off!!! I will have bitten the head of your penis entirely off. It will be in my mouth. You'll watch in horror as I experience total bliss, chewing it, chewing it, delirious in the flavor...the sumptuousness of this prized morsel! My rapture shall last for many minutes more, before I swallow...then lean down and come back for the next delectible bite of you...the next bite of the shaft...and then the next...all the way down to the pelvis! Now keep licking while I tell you what happens next. Debbie and Marsha will no longer able to contain themselves. Each will kneel above you and take one of your testicles in their mouth. They both have asked for this, and decided it would be most spectacular to do it simultaneously!! Yes, Jimmy....that's right...you know what I mean. Both at the same time, slowly, very slowly, nibbling, gently biting through the scrotum. The pain won't be too severe yet, but you'll know what's coming..."
"No Miss Julie, oh god no!!!!" he blurted out before she muffled his mouth again.
"Yes, Jimmy. They're going to very gradually chew your balls off. "
By this time the prostrate young man was consumed with terror, as the lithe little sadistic conqueress stood sassily upon his heaving chest, relentllessly mashing his mouth beneath her majestic bare foot. "That's just the opening of our ritual,Jimmy. From that point each of us will select a favorite part and begin to dine leisurely, pausing regularly to stanch the blood flow, partake of the wine, vegetables and yams you so beautifully prepared for us, and then return to your flesh. Now, doesn't it sound almost indescribably exciting? Even though you're the victim and are understandably horrified by the prospect of being eaten alive by three ravenous women, can't you empathize with us a little? Can't you realize that we're about to launch the most erotic journey ever traveled by man and woman? That the three of us, as we devour you alive, are going to experience ecstasy never known by our fellow females worldwide? I mean, like, we'rre going all the way. No niceties, no cannibal cookpot. We're actually going to throw ourselves like animals on a helpless, living, screaming male and eat him alive, tearing him to pieces with nothing but our teeth!"
In a frenzy, Debbie and Marsha leaped upon the altar and stood over their captive. "This is goodbye time, Jimmy. At last. The moment you've dreaded is here. All that remains is for you to kiss us goodbye. Give us your most heartfel kiss of all, and let us know you forgive us for what we're about to do, that you'll love us and worship us til then very end!! Now!!!"
With that, the three raised a bare foot in unison and stepped grandly upon his mouth, smothering him in flurry of wriggling toes, demanding one last act of reverence. The women looked at each other, breathing heavily and fingering themselves to another virtual peak. Finally, in sheer reverie, they knelt around the altar and Jule grasped his immensely erect penis. "Oh mom. Wow! None of us have ever done this! I hope we can really do it! I don't really know if I can bite through his skin!"
"Don't worry my dear," said Marsha. "Take it slowly. We have all night, and it might take us all night to finish him. But remember what I used to tell you girls when you were little and I asked that you eat everything on your plate..and make ALL GONE! This is going to be a meal we'll all remember. And we're going to make Jimmy...ALL GONE!
"Oh we will mom..if we don't rush and eat him slowly. Well, here goes.." With that, Julie spread some olive oil over his penis, opened her lips wide, bared her catlike white teeth, and came down on the head. She sucked it to ever fuller height, fighting hard to restrain her hunger. Every one of the four human beings at the ceremony sucked in their breath in anticipation. Jimmy stared into her glowing eyes, violently shaking his head, unable to ever shriek for mercy. He knew his time had come.A half hour passed. Julie grinned, sucked harder, then gripped his shaft with her teeth just below the rim, exactly as she had predicted to him. Her teeth gave slow steady pressure. At last they pierced the skin..then deeper...deeper. Jimmy found his breath and screamed in agony, realizing that his penis was about to be bitten off.
"Oh no Miss Julie...wait! Please wait!! I can't stand it!! The pain! The pain is unbearable! NooooooAaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahh.
Julie released her grip for a moment and smiled at him. "Jimmy...I'm sorry...really sorry...but I've got to have it. I'm biting it off now..." Returning her mouth to his organ, she plunged her incisors back into the shaft with a vengeance and bit. Amid his agonized cries for mercy, she finally bit off the entire head of his penis, raised her head in glee, eyes closed tight, and revelled in the flavor. Her eyes opened to see the contorted face of the man she had just emasculated, and with an evil leer she proceeded to chew the morsel for 10 minutes, savoring the magic of it all. Then as he braced for the next bite, she lowered her head to take the next part of his shaft. Then the next, and kept taken successive, ravenous bites all the way down to his pelvis. Unable to contain themselves a moment longer, Marsha and Debbie each lowered their faces to his testicles and sucked them into their eager mouths. They took 15 minutes to gradually bite through his scrotum and begin the horrendous process of biting his testicles off. While their victim shrieked ever more loudly, they simultaneously severed their prizes and began the digestion process, taking a half hour to do so.
"My god, he's fantastic! Delicious!" exclaimed Marsha. "More delicious than any man we've ever eaten, in any way shape or form!! The flavor! The flavor! It's incredible!"
Debbie moved to his thrashing head, grasping it in her trembling hands. "Be brave my sweet. Please try to endure this.You are so incredibly delicious!! You are so good!!!!Mr. Yum-yum!!!! Stay with us. Share our joy. This is the moment I've been waiting for. I was going to try to save your face for later...but I can't. I just can't. It's just too sweet, too beautiful. Too enticing. I'm sorry, Jimmy. I've got to have it. I've got to eat your face off now. I promise I'll save your eyes and ears for later. We want most for you to see and hear when we finally eat your heart out. But your face is just too gorgeous to spare a moment longer. Get ready. Here goes..."
Debbie excitedly opened her mouth and drove her teeth into his cheek. "No Debbie..please!!! My god, not my face!!" sceamed Jimmy. "For the love of god, please don"t eat my face off!!!!"
But Debbie was crazed. She bit, tore, chewed. The little vixen ripped his cheeks apart with fury, then held his face firmly between her hands and slowly began to eat his lips off, starting with the upper lip, then the lower lip in two large bites.Many agonized minutes later, he felt her suck his tongue into her feverish mouth and knew in horror that her teeth were about to claim it. Sure enough, her felt the teeth clamping down on his trapped tongue, and she began to giggle fiendishly and relish the taste. Moments later it was off. At the same time, the gastronomic orgy continued at his lower body, with Julie savoring massive bites of his thigh while Marsha was savoring his muscular chest. Every few minutes they would pause to consume more wine and side dishes, and to carefully, expertly stanch his blood flow with ample surgical supplies. They began with an 82 Lafite, then moved on to a marvelous Haut Brion, and were now just opening their most prized Barbaresco. It was now 4 a.m. They were determined to keep him alive and conscious through the grisly evening, sharing the moment of each bite with them. At last, fearing he was sinking, Debbie knelt once again at his mangled head and whispered:"Oh Jimmy, you've been so incredibly brave. No man could have withstood what you've undergone. You've actually stayed with us and watched us eat you alive! You're amazing! Now it's time for the climactic part of the meal.Its time to say goodbye. Youve been fantastic!! Thank you my love.Weve almost finished you! Oh my god, youre almost gone! While Marsha and Julie go for your heart, I'm going to take what I've always wanted to take...you know what."
He blinked, almost paralyzed with agony, know what she meant. He tried to close his eyes but she took her fingers and gently peeled back one lid, gazing into that terrified eye, then slowly lowered her mouth to it and steadily sucked until the eyeball gradually yielded to her demanding lips. She chewed it in total delirium as her victim grew ever more hysterical. At the same time, Marsha and Julie expertly plunged carving knives into his chest, opened his rib cage and insanely plunged their faces into the cavity, eating his pulsating heart with a burst of final voracious appetite. It was the one merciful act the three ravenous females had performed the entire evening. As Jimmy expired, the crazed carnivoresses spontaneously raised up their blood-drenched faces with giddy,greedy, embarrassed grins, touched themselves in a peak of erotic splendor, and realized the ultimate climax of their respective lives.
"Did we really...?" Debbie murmured through her ecstasy.
"We did.." said Julie.
"Yes girls," shrieked Marsha, then whsipering so no one else in the world would ever hear: "Yes, girls...we actually ate a man...alive."
The end.
THE CARNIVORESSES by Harvey Thompson
It was truly a baronial estate, complete with Gothic ramparts and
slate eaves that drooped in the mystical fog of rural Devon, giving
the house a character of ethereal evil. Inside there was total
contrast. A symphony of warm chestnut and burled walnut paneling
in almost every room, reflecting the cheery glow of a multitude
of active fireplaces. Majestic high fidelity wafted throughout,
bringing lively Vivaldi and Elgar chords to the far reaches of
the elegantly furnished mansion. In this cozy environment lived an
extremely beautiful single mother, Marsha, age 42, and her twin
19-year-old daughters that were even more beautiful than she.
Together the threesome lived and thrived on the property, with
its woodlands, riding stables and pool, all financed amply by the
estate of Marsha's late husband Roger. He had died mysteriously
two years prior under circumstances never explained. He just
disappeared and was later declared legally deceased.
The fact is that the three women, in addition to their love of music,
art, riding to the hounds, and Devon society teas, had one other
intense common interest. They had an insane, insatiable appetite
for male human flesh. It had begun innocently enough, when the three,
sadistically driven, decided in collusion, that they had just
about enough of the arrogant and abusive behavior of the tyrannical
Roger. They had adroitly poisoned him one evening. Then they
discussed their plan of depositing his corpse in quicksand out on
the moors, several miles from their beloved country manor.
A sudden glint appeared in Marsha's eye. She told her girls,
surrounding her prostrate late husband: "Wait girls. I have
an absolutely fantastic idea. You know how fascinated all three
of us were to read that entire library of books about cannibalism
around the world, from New Guinea to ancient Mexico? Remember how
we literally licked our lips and reveled at the idea of someday
finding out what a man's flesh would taste like? Well, here's
our chance. Right now, tonight. Let's eat him."
The girls were shocked for a few moments. Then the thought of
not burying their despised father, but devouring him, lit up
their faces. For the next two hours, the three excitedly jabbered
about how they would prepare and season his large body, and roast
it in the immense over of the mansion's main kitchen, which had
originally been designed two centuries earlier for whole oxen.
The dinner was unforgettable. Moreover, it was overpowering.
The experience cast an indelible spell upon each of the three,
addicting them to the flavor of male flesh for life, only forcing
an ever greater hunger upon their craving palates. With only the
assistance of their incredibly enslaved houseboy Jimmy, a 20 year
old lad who was paralyzed with adoration and worship of the three,
they embarked upon a two year binge of cannibal lust. Like master
confidence-game experts, they would lure attractive, muscular
young men to make secret visits to the house, never to be seen
again. In each episode, the man would be drugged, bound and
taken to a secret subbasement where the three had created an
elaborate cannibal ritual chamber. It contained an immense altar
to which a man could be chained spread eagle and tormented by
the three as entertainment for days. They would describe
to him his fate, and exactly how he would be prepared and cooked
in increasingly imaginative ways. In front of the altar, on a
high platform, was an elegant throne, an authentic and majestic
affair that had once been owned by the Duchess of Devon herself.
It was glittering with gilt and velvet, truly resplendent, with
one modification. A large opening had been cut into the seat itself,
and a carpenter had further added a special framework beneath the
seat, permitting a human being to be placed painfully beneath the
seat, on his back, with his face protruding slightly through the
opening.
The throne became a primary means of entertainment for Marsha
and the girls. No sense of power quite matched the feeling of taking
turns sitting on the elegant throne and crushing the male face
trapped beneath, gasping for air. Sometimes the victim was kept in
that tortured, humiliating position for 6 to 10 hours at a time,
while the three women, dressed in jeans, or cotton shorts, or
or totally bare, would alternate in reclining upon the face. They
casually talked, drank, laughed and joked with each other,
reveling in the suffering of the hapless male down below.
One of the twins, Julie, loved the occasions where she would come
home from a tea or ball in her silks and taffeta and organdy, and
plop down on the waiting face of the victim, covering him entirely
with her dress and feeling his desperate breath as she would nestle
her butt down ever more tightly into his panicked face. Debbie,
meanwhile, adored the feeling of only sheer silk panties between her
anus and the mouth of the captive. And of course all three were wild
about the thrills to be gained by slowly doffing their trousers and
panties totally, and planting their bare buttocks firmly upon the
face of the victim. While holding animated conversations or playing
parlor games, they would regularly shift position so that their bare
vagina would engulf the victim's mouth and upon their command, he
would be forced to tongue their clit or anus until one, two three or
more orgasms were experienced. This entire scene would of course be
enacted with far greater fervor, and even wilder satisfaction of the
girls, once they had announced to the victim his cruel, bizarre fate.
They would always torture him with fabric, then strip naked and
inform him of their cannibal lust --to which he would always register
disbelief until they showed him evidence of prior feasts. Then he
would always plead in hysterical earnest.
While the girls were sadistically inventive in the ways they would
put the victim to sleep before cooking, They would invariably shave
his body completely and season it as he lay captive. Then they would
move his trembling form to its place again beneath the throne, for
the final execution. One favorite manner of all three soon became the
act of commanding the victim to kiss each of them goodbye, by taking
turns sitting on his upturned helpless face. One of the three would have the honor and fun of
whispering farewell and slowly descending her butt, sweetly informing
her captive that he was about to die by suffocation. Then all three
would watch in fascination as the man, crying for mercy, had his last
words smothered by the buttocks above him, his agonized muffled
grunts would be heard, his chest would convulse, his legs would
stiffen. While the girl above him would squeal in blissful delight,
feeling his final gasps against her rectum, he would finally expire,
with the full knowledge that he soon would be an elegant repast for
the three famished tigresses.
Throughout the two years, Jimmy the houseboy witnessed each
successive ritual and banquet with a quiet, desperate horror. At
first shocked by the spectacles, then fascinated and later simply
immunized to the traumatic events, he only grew more hypnotized and
enraptured by the three demonic females he idolized and served with
dedication. In between events, when there was no captive male in the
chamber down below, Jimmy would often be the sole source of
entertainment for the three. Early on he was taught oral servitude of
course, and would service any of the three at any time, any day, upon
command. As the three became even more sadistic, they would command
Jimmy, with no chains or bindings of any kind but simply voluntarily,
to go down under the throne and allow his face to be used for any
purpose that struck the whim of whatever female was in charge. As the
months went by, he at first abhorred the total degradation they
bestowed upon him but gradually came to love the taste of his three
mistresses' silks, jeans, shorts, anus's and vaginas.
Obviously, it crossed his mind, time and again, that someday his
luck might run out and they would elect to eat him. But as his love
for each of them grew, he simply banished any thought of escaping to
the outside world, with its sanity and security. His adoration
blossomed to the insane degree that, if he were someday asked to
become their dinner, he felt he might do so gladly, worshipfully,
thankfully. It was especially Julie, with her elegant,spoiled ways, that mesmerized him the most.
Meanwhile, as Jimmy matured over the months as a rugged and handsome
young man, his muscular features became more evident and glamorous.
A new hunger began to grow within the women. They didn't even admit
it to each other, or even to themselves. But the incredibly exciting
thought of eating Jimmy crossed each of their minds. At first it was
just a fleeting thought as they watched him strip to do household
chores like wood chopping, noting his biceps and rippling thighs and
back. Or sometimes it was when they glanced down at his prostrate
form as his face protruded beneath the throne seat and his tongue
adoringly performed its daily worship. But day by day, the girls
noticed that their instincts and tendencies became less and less
controlled. They became unbridled sadists. He was their toy.
Between captures and torments of regional male victims, their focus
was on Jimmy. They knew no limits. One day Julie compulsively arose
from her throne, kicked off her jeans and sneakers, stepped up
barefoot on the seat itself, daintily stepped on Jimmy's upturned
mouth and demanded that he suck her toes, while she fingered herself
to climax. On another day, Debbie became so carried away with his
frantic tongue ministrations upon her bare clit, that she suddenly
let go a golden torrent from her aching bladder, directly into his
obedient mouth and down his gagging throat, while she too brought
herself to a glorious climax. The scene so entranced Marsha that she
elected to begin using Jimmy's mouth as her primary toilet. While at
first he almost drowned at these incidents, he gradually came to
adore even these as moments of ultimate sacrifice.
Little did he realize what sacrifices were yet to come, what adoration
would be asked of him.
Then came a frigid February day, when the moors were forbidding and
icy. When the manor house grounds were encrusted with an imprisoning
manifestation of doom. The winter had been a lean one for the family.
Unfortunately, the few eligible males that the girls would meet at
society affairs were highly focused on business aspirations in London
and generally unavailable for wily enticements of the girls that
might entrap them into visits. A great many weeks had gone by without
a single feast in the subbasement. The ladies of course existed on
gourmet guinea fowl and fat turkeys brought to them regularly by
purveyors. But they quickly lost interest in these prosaic cuisines
and began an unintentional, inadvertent diet. They would joke about
the "forced fast" and laugh about how long they could last without
the addictive flavor of male flesh. As the days passed, it became
no longer a laughing matter. They truly were fasting, and unhappily
so. Finally one day at their breakfast of scones and Devonshire
cream, an evil leer crossed Julie's face as she noticed their
houseboy through the window, manfully hauling more wood for their
fireplaces.
"Let's eat Jimmy," she blurted out, almost surprising herself.
"What?" exclaimed Marsha and Debbie in unison.
"I guess I mean, well it's like we're starving. We haven't had a real
dinner in many weeks. None of us have failed to notice, and be
turned on by, Jimmy's amazing body and how it's matured. I mean he'd
be delicious. You both know it. I know it. He'd be fantastic! Now I
know that each of us has fought off the urge to eat him for at least
a year now. We've had all the specimens we could have wanted. And
Jimmy so adores us"
"Yes, Julie, that's exactly right! He's our lifetime slave. Sure,
I've had a growing, burning desire inside to eat Jimmy --for quite
some time. I want his flesh as much as you do. But that's crazy.
We'd be wasting an important possession. He's our toy," said Debbie.
"I know, I know. I love squishing his face and feeling his tongue
as much as you do, and I'd miss it. But I can't stand it. I truly
can't stand it any longer, watching him walk around here every day.
Deb. I've just got to have him. I've got to eat Jimmy."
"Well girls," grinned Marsha, "I must say that you hit my weak spot.
Despite all the fabulous, delicious young men we've had here for
dinner in the last two years, there's something about Jimmy that just
drives me wild with hunger. I've never known a hunger like this. I
confess that every day for months now I've thought what it would be
like to bite into him. Let's face it. He's special. He would make our
ultimate meal."
"Then...you'll do it? Mom? Debbie? You'll throw caution and reason
to the wind and we can plan to eat Jimmy? This week? We could
actually eat him this week?" Julie yelped.
"Yes, Julie, let's do it. I can't stand the urge either. Let's all
agree that we'll eat Jimmy for dinner this very week, this Saturday
night!!! Now let's see, "Marsha mused, " what special method can we
use to cook him. What do you think Deb? "
"Wait a minute Mom," said Julie quietly. "Sit back down in your chair
....both of you. I'm not done with my plan. I have more ideas to
propose. Exciting ideas. Things we've never even dreamed of before.
Ideas that could make this the most monumental banquet we or any
royal family has ever experienced. One that would symbolize the
absolute ultimate triumph of superior female human beings over the
male."
"What do you mean Julie? What on earth are you talking about?"
said Marsha.
"I don't want to cook him at all. "
"Not cooked? You don't want to cook Jimmy?"
"That's right. I want him raw."
"What?"
"Yes, I want him raw. I want to eat Jimmy raw. I want to plunge my
teeth into his warm raw flesh and taste the true flavor...of a living
man"
"Living? What on earth Julie! Are you serious?"
"Yes, Mom, I know it's spoiled and rotten...but I want to eat Jimmy
alive."
"Oh Julie, that's ridiculous. I mean, the poor thing would be laying
there helpless and screaming. It would be the most hideous death a
man could ever die. To just lay there and be eaten alive by three
hungry females? It's obscene! It's an unearthly execution!"
"I know, Mom, but please, it would be so exciting. Just think, he'd
be with us the whole time, or at least most of the dinner. I love
him. I love Jimmy. I'll feel terrible doing it to him, hearing his
screams for mercy as I tear his flesh from his body with my teeth!
But as much as my heart goes out to him, I'm absolutely lusting for
his flesh. I have to have it. And Mom...Deb...I have to have it warm
and raw and pulsating! It will be a fantastic moment!!!"
"You are seriously proposing that the three of us eat Jimmy alive as
he lays stretched out on our ceremonial altar? We'll be eating him
raw as he begs us to stop, you know that. It will be heart-rending.
We all love him so," said Marsha. "But...I must admit Julie it's an
ingenious idea. You know that we've read stories of ancient rites in
which royalty ate captive warriors alive...but we always were so aghast
at those incidents, weren't we? Or...maybe not. Maybe it kindled a
secret longing in each of us. And after months of cooking and dining
upon the best of England's gentlemen, maybe it truly is time to move
on, and experience the ultimate...to confront a living, breathing,
pleading victim who would be there with us, fully conscious, at the
dinner. Whose screams in our ears will only intensify the intimacy
of the moment, as diners and victim share the same banquet, one
taking bites and one giving them up. I guess Julie....it would be
incredible. It would be a feast never to be forgotten. Something
the three of us would not only share, but treasure together in our
memories. "
"Oh Mom, " exclaimed Debbie, "yes! yes! it has to be! Julie's
idea is brilliant!! I'm completely sold! I'm in shock, but I'm
thrilled!! Yes! Let's eat Jimmy alive!!!!!"
Meanwhile, the strapping young lad had delivered his wood load and was
walking back past the bay window again, waving at his mistresses,
smiling an adoring smile, and off to finish the rest of his chores.
"Oh God, look at him," whispered Julie. "Just look at him! He's
become the most fabulous specimen yet! I just can't wait until
Saturday night. "
"Should we tell him?" whispered Debbie excitedly.
"No," said Julie, "not yet. Tonight." she said as she peered hungrily
at the husky young man through the bay window, just finishing his
chores. That evening Jimmy served the family supper as usual, on his
knees, in the main dining hall of the great manor, but was uneasy
about one aspect. They requested that he prepare only a light salad
and some tea. After a meager breakfast of coffee and scones and a
lunch of only consume, he thought that this was remarkable. Are they
fasting? For what? Each of them had a figure that was so slim and
lithe that no conceivable diet would ever be necessary for weight
control, even considering their heavy intake of body fats and protein
of the past two years.
After supper, they informed him that his usual "couch services" would
not be necessary, a nightly practice in which the lad would lay face
up on their divan while they sat perched upon his face and body
watching the telly. Instead, he was asked to follow them to the
ritual chamber in the subbasement and take his contorted position
beneath the throne, bending his body backwards like a pretzel on the
special board beneath the seat, so that his face would appear in
reverse through the aperture and he could gaze up into the eyes of
his tormentress. He did so quite willingly, although dreading the
torture of the cramped position, because he knew he would be asked to
worship his goddesses in the customary manner. Each in turn mounted
the throne, demanded oral service, and then relieved her bladder down
his gasping throat. It was a moment of true devotion.
When Julie completed hers, the others gathered close and she
peered down at her loyal subject. "Jimmy, my poor, darling. This is a
very special night, and a very special weekend. We have news for you
of immense importance. Actually...it's a confession. For the past
two years each of us has had a secret longing that we never admitted
even to ourselves. It was a burning desire that has never been
satisfied. While you have been our devoted slave, performing
marvelous culinary feasts, cleaning like a demon, serving us with
expert massage, hair treatment, manicure and pedicures, and of course
assisting us in the preparation and cooking of England's fine young
gentlemen whom you've watched us consume, there had been one last way
that we've longed for you to serve us and have never asked."
"What's that?" asked the boy.
"Well Jimmy, I just don't know how to say this exactly, but we all
must admit that watching you and living with you all this time has
driven us crazy with desire. You are the finest specimen we've ever
seen. Would just hate to give you up...but we just can't fight our
desires any longer. Frankly Jimmy, we're starving for you."
"St--starving?"
"Yes Jimmy, starving for you. We just can't stand it any longer. We
tried to hold back. But, well...let's face it...we're dying to...eat
you."
The words rang in his ears and raced through his brain like a
lightning bolt. The words he secretly knew that someday he might
hear, and yet dreaded. The idea that the three goddesses whom he had
served for so long, who he had watched dine upon so many fine young
men, would finally turn their hunger toward him. He stiffened in
panic. gazing up at Julie through her creamy thighs, and realized
that at last, at last, his time had come. They wanted his life. They
wanted...not just his slavish devotion, his eager service, his
worship...but his life.
"Eat me? You're not going to eat me! Miss Julie, I beg you, tell me
it isn't true. You're going to have me like the others?"
"Yes, my darling Jimmy. Forgive us. We just can't stand it any
longer. All three of us need you, we need your flesh desperately.
You understand our addiction to male flesh, and yours will be the
most delectable of any. Our hunger is uncontrollable now. We simply
have got to eat you."
"When?" he said with a shudder.
"Tomorrow night. We're going to eat you for dinner tomorrow night.
You'll have all night tonight to remain here getting used to the
idea, and then many hours tomorrow morning to serve our bodily needs
one last time, before we ask you to make the final sacrifice."
"Are you planning to execute me in the traditional way? Yes, my
sweet thing. You're going to die right here, beneath me. You're going
to die by suffocation under my buttocks. I'll make it quick,
smothering you quickly while the others hold you fast. The last
breath of your life will be up my supreme anus. You'll die knowing
that you paid the ultimate tribute to your loving mistresses. Then,
we'll cook you in the house oven to perfection, and relish what has
to be the world's most spectacular flavor sensation, Jimmy. Your
magnificent flesh."
"Oh my god" he gasped. "This is it? This is the end of me. Tomorrow?
For dinner? You're actually going to eat me?"
"Yes my love. We're going to eat you, with crazed appetites and total
gratitude. We're going to ask you to go very bravely, gallantly,
knowing that we cannot stop ourselves. We simply must have you. Oh
wow...I've gotten myself so aroused that I need your tongue,
quickly!! Now!!!!! Yessssssssssss!!!"
Watching the scene, Marsha and Debbie were touching themselves
violently, experiencing a simultaneous peak as they too became lost
in the euphoria of expectations of the ultimate banquet to come.
Jimmy was left in his contorted position beneath the throne to have
a sleepless night, tormented by visions of his role in the ultimate
banquet.Yet his psyche compelled him to comply, to give himself, to die for them. The ladies meanwhile had equally fitful sleeps, rapt with
excitement over the ceremony of the coming day, and the wild surprise
they were about to reveal to their beloved captive.
They filed into the chamber, mounted the throne, demanded their usual
morning services, and then outlined Jimmy's day. They described a
full series of final body services he would perform on each, to be
followed by his positioning on the sacrificial altar itself at 3 PM,
when farewell kisses would take place, followed by his execution,
cooking and feast.
Knowing it was his last day on earth, he plunged into his obligations
with unprecedented fervor, providing oil massage, facials, coiffures,
bathing, manicures and pedicures with awed, silent respect to each.
The final event found him on his knees, naked, blowing on the blood
red pedicure polish of each toe, while each tormentress would stare
at him constantly, licking her lips and grinning with rows of
amazingly sharp white teeth.
They skipped lunch totally. And now it was almost time. They asked
Jimmy to voluntarily lay prone spread eagle on his back upon the elegant carved
stone altar, while they gently manacled his wrists and ankles to
heavy chains located in each corner. In moments he was stretched
across the giant stone spread-eagle, bewildered and terrified. He
knew what was coming. Or he thought he knew. He was left to his
imagination as the ladies left for upstairs, donning riding apparel,
mounting horses and galloping off for a ride across the moors "to
work up a total appetite."
Just before 3, they returned, and changed into lavish evening
dresses, splashes of pink organdy and green taffeta, and shod with
high heeled sandals. Into the torch lit chamber they came, almost
unable to contain their lust. They tuned in appropriate rock music,
approached their prostrate victim on the 12 inch high stone, and
smiled. Julie stepped smartly up upon the altar, and devilishly
kicked off her sandals. With an evil leer, she planted her feet on
either side of him, stood pertly with hands on hips, and spoke. "It's
time, Jimmy. This is our moment. Yours and ours. Are you ready to
give your life to us?"
Jimmy lay there in a stupor. Slowly he shook his head yes. Any moment
he expected her to kneel over him and begin the execution process by
suffocation. But he was wrong.
"Jimmy, we haven't been really fair with you. We've misled you. You
might say we've had a big change of plans."
"You're...not going to eat me?"
"Oh yes, Jimmy, we definitely going to eat you. It's how we're eating
you that is new. Very new. In fact, no living persons have
experienced it until now. You might say it's experimental. You see
Jimmy...we've decided not to cook you."
"What? Not cook me?"
"No Jimmy. We've decided to eat you...raw."
"Miss Julie, that's unbelievable. You're going to suffocate me and
then just devour my flesh raw?"
"Well, Jimmy, no. Not exactly. You see, we aren't going to execute
you, at least not in the usual manner. Please try to understand. It's
bizarre...but we want you with us. All three of us want you to be
there at dinner, to experience the thrill with us, bite by bite."
"I don't get it Miss Julie. How can I be there when I'll already be
dead?"
"Oh Jimmy, you still don't get it at all. Silly, you're not going to
be dead. You're going to be there with us the entire time, or at
least through most of the meal. We're dying to try it. To have you
that way. We know it's a hideous thought but we just can't control
our wild impulses..."
"You mean..."
"Yes Jimmy, that's exactly what I mean..."
"Oh my god no....No! Miss Julie...no you can't mean it! It would be
an unearthly way to go!!" His entire helpless body convulsed in terror. His eyes bulged and his grimace contorted as the full realization crashed down upon his brain.
Julie slowly raised one slim beautiful bare foot, like a ballerina,
and hovered it over the agonized upturned face of the paralyzed,
terrified young boy. Gradually, with pink toes wriggling, the foot
descended toward his trembling lips and finally squashed them
beneath. "Yes, Jimmy, it's true...the idea is incredible but true.
You know what I mean. You know how we plan to eat you..."
"Alive????" he murmured weakly.
"Yes," hissed Julie, grinning widely as she twisted her toes upon his
mouth,"Alive! Alive! Alive my poor sweet thing. In four hours it will
be dinner time and the three of us --in a never to be forgotten
ritual orgy of cannibal lust-- are going to eat you...alive. "
Jimmy became crazed. He strained mightily at his chains and tried in
vain to escape the relentless foot crushing his mouth. He started
begging and pleading for mercy to any of the three that would listen,
and they all listened intently, licking their lips.His body trembled as the cold stone under his back and the steel manacles made him feel more totally vulnerable than he had ever felt before. Arms and legs spread widely, he could barely move a muscle, but only wait for their pleasure.A living banquet.
Over the next three hours, the girls were busy. They applied shaving
cream to Jimmy's entire body and shaved off every hair. Then they
slowly, lovingly began massaging into every part of his skin a
mixture of olive oil infused with cumin, turmeric and sage. Debbie
was careful not to get the oil mixture in his eyes. She stooped over
his face and softly massaged the oil into his lips and cheeks.
"My face??" he whispered to her. "My face???"
"Yes Jimmy, that will be one of the best parts. I want it. I've got
dibs on it. Not too early. Later on in the meal. "
"You mean..."
"Yes Jimmy. I'm going to eat your face off."
To his ultimate horror, he saw Julie calmly massaging the oil into
his penis, then the entire scrotum. His tremors of unbridled fear
became overpowering. He looked at her.
"Yes Jimmy. It's going to be fantastic. And it's mine."
"Oh god no Miss Julie. No man could stand that. Please please...can
you at least give me some kind of pain killer??? Please, I beg you."
"Of course Jimmy. See that IV set up? We're planning to give you a
valium drip IV to dull everything during the meal. You'll watch us
eat you, bite by bite, but mercifully you'll feel little as we plunge
our teeth into your warm raw flesh and devour each morsel. Won't that
be lovely??"
Jimmy's entire torso was now shaking uncontrollably, with spasms that
wracked his entire frame. The thought of being eaten alive by these
three goddesses was, he realized, his ultimate lifetime erotic
experience, and yet one so horrendous that he could barely imagine
what the dinner would be like.
With 30 minutes to go, the ladies filed into the chamber with
platters of cooked vegetables, yams, condiments and a host of other
accompaniments. They carefully placed the platters around his entire
body on the altar. Then they slowly stripped down to total
nakedness, mounted the stone itself and playfully began to dance to
the blaring rock cadence. They danced around him, and upon him.
Building to a supreme orgy of eroticism, Marsha was touching herself
again violently as she danced on her victim's bare chest and face.
Finally, she could stand it no longer and flung herself
upon his helpless face for one last frenzy of oral services to her
inflamed clit, which Jimmy administered while begging and babbling
painfully for mercy as his tongue did its homage. However, Marsha
raised up just before climaxing, telling her daughters that she must
wait to reach her peak just as she takes the initial bite. They all
gleefully agreed.
Debbie next kneeled over him and demanded the identical service,
likewise restraining herself at the last moment. Then Julie did the
same. All three were now in a mad frenzy of passion.
Suddenly Julie grasped the IV drip and yanked the catheter tube out
and away.
"Julie!!! What on earth are you doing??" said Debbie.
"Julie, you're crazy!," said Marsha. "That's unfair! We promised
him valium while he endures this. No man could take the pain!!!
Think of the screaming!!!"
"I am," said Julie. "That's why I must do this Mom. This is our
ultimate experience, the ultimate triumph of the superior female over
earth's malehood. We must have total satisfaction! That means that he
must be with us all the way, fully conscious. Aware of every bite,
every nuance. Part of the thrill of this will be eating Jimmy as we
listed to his screams ringing in our ears!!!! Don't you understand??
It must be this way."
The others stood stupefied, but gradually saw the luster in Julie's
eyes and realized too that the ritual must be done this way -- with
nothing to dull the intensity of the moment for anyone, diners or
victim.
"Oh God, please no!! Miss Julie!" Jimmy screamed. "Don't take it
away! You promised!! Have mercy! Have mercy on me!! I'll feel every
bite!!!"
"Yes, Jimmy, you will. And part of the significance of this entire
ceremony is that we show you no mercy. None. We love you Jimmy. This
is difficult for us. But our impulses are just too strong. We have to
do it this way. We're going to eat you alive with nothing to buffer
the pain, as you give your flesh to us."
The chamber grew bright with the flickering of the torches. The three
women stood above him,statuesque and beautiful, lust in their eyes.
"It's eight o'clock Jimmy. It's dinner time. We're going to eat you
now."
"Oh my lord, I can't believe it's happening!! It's all too horrible," yelled Jimmy, tears streaming down his cheeks as he lay there helpless, legs and arms spread wide against the cold marble and the manacles cutting into his wrists and ankles.
"Julie stood on the altar astride his trembling body, perfectly nude and breathing hard. "This is our moment, Jimmy, yours and ours. We embark together on the final hours of your life, and the most exhilarating of ours. The ultimate sacrifice a man could offer, the ultimate symbol of our supremacy over malehood...consumption. You can't imagine my sweet how difficult this is for us to do, all the unspeakable things we're about to do. Please understand and forgive us. It's not done out of any malice. No matter what incredible agonies we subject you to, they're done out of love, sheer love for you as our most perfect loyal subject, love for you as England's most perfect spcimen of young malehood, love for you as the most enticing specimen of muscular,verile male flesh we've ever seen, and love and lust for you as our ultimate feast!!! Please understand my sweet that we just can't help ourselves. We know it's the most spoiled, selfish, greedy deed ever done by human beings to another. We've tried to control ourselves but we just can't. It's our hunger, Jimmy, our overpowering hunger for you. Over the months we've fought it, but we can't stand it. We're famished. We've simply got to know the flavor, the flavor of you, flavor of your flesh --not on our plate, cooked and sliced-- but warm,living,raw and pulsating. We just can no longer control the urge to plunge our teeth into you, plunge our faces into the gaping holes in your flesh...and chew..and chew...eating...eating."
Jimmy peered up into her loving eyes, she knelt and whispered: "We're embarrassed to say that we also lust to hear the screams, Jimmy, the screams that will ultimately escape your lips and lungs, and will drive us crazy with desire to consume you."
Julie kicked off her heeled sandals and stepped grandly up upon his chest. Daintily her delicate bare feet came together upon his heart. "Now is the moment when I have the privilege of officially condemning you to death, Jimmy, and describe to you the ritual feast upon which all four of us, you and us, are about to embark. As I do so, the occasion would not be complete without asking you to perform one last supreme act of humility, respect and worship. You're going to kiss my foot. Yes, Jimmy, my bare foot, and demonstrate one last time the depth of your adoration and devotion."
From her perch on his chest, she steps forward, inching one foot up his chest, across his neck, toes wriggling, up his chin. Then her slim foot, the bright toenails glistening red with the polish he had so lovingly applied hours before, slowly raised up in glorious choreography and dangled over his terrified, tear drenched ,trembling face. Perfectly balanced, hands on hips, she stoods as the world's most lethal ballerina, one foot firmly planted on his chest and the other swinging merrily above him. With grace and agility, she very slowly lowered it so he could view the soft pink sole descending, toes playfully wriggling and ankle wiggling. Finally, it reached his upturned mouth, which she crushed beneath her toes.
"This is it my love," Julie whispered. "I'm about to condemn you to death, the most spectacular death a man ever died at the hands of women. Now...kiss it...kiss my foot and give me worship with a degree of passion that could only be mustered by a man who realizes he is the one cannibal victim on the entire face of the earth to be actually eaten alive!! You've always worshipped the ground I walk on JImmy. Now, in your final moments, you ARE the ground I walk on! Here...feel my sole crushing your eager lips...feel it twist and turn, grinding you beneath..demanding devotion like a man has never given a woman."
"Make him beg, Julie," exclaimed Debbie. "Make him beg for his life one more time!! I love to hear it! Make him! Make him!" she screamed as she fingered herself to a peak. Marsha and Jule were now doing the same, building themselves to a frenzy as they all watched the hapless,strapping lad, his body shaking uncontrollably, grimacing as he struggled beneath Julie's arched, imperious foot.
""Yes, Jimmy, " Jule cooed. "Let us hear you beg us for your life. Beg, Jimmy. Beg!! Kiss my sole! Kiss it and beg! Now...lick it...go on...lick my sole and beg, plead for our mercy, the mercy you know we're incapable of giving. Oh, yes!! I love your blubbering saliva mixed with your streaming tears. Oh, god the excitement! Now...Jimmy, I want you to kiss my toes...kiss them as you beg. Yes, kissssssss! Fantastic! Now..I'm going to slowly insert by big toe in your mouth...and you're going to suck it...suck it for all that's holy!! Suck it like a madman. Here...open, open wide...yessss...Ooooooh, that's unbelievable! And , now, Jimmy....I'm going to insert each of my toes into your mouth, one by one, and you're going to such each one...while I describe to you how you're going to die. Are you ready, Jimmy? Ready for your death sentence? Here is it. Keep sucking.I pronounce you ready...ready to make your final sacrifice in devotion to us. You are about to become our ultimate banquet, the meal of our lives. We are about to eat you alive, Jimmy, as you scream, as you willingly give us your flesh to consume. We ask you to be stalwart and brave. As we take you, we want you to summon ever ounce of courage and endurance you have. We want you to try hard to stay with us, stay conscious as we take bite after bite, and we want you to live the entire experience with us. Keep sucking, Jimmy. As you can guess, we plan to eat you very slowly. The meal will last most of the night, many many hours. We want to savor each magical bite and have you there to watch us relish each morsel. Now switch! Switch, Jimmy. My baby toe!!"
Jimmy was convulsing in fear now. He sucked her final toe like a demon. Debbie and Marsha drew close.
"Now where should we begin?" asked Julie asked Julie with an impish grin as she switched feet and jammed the big toe of her left foot into his quivvering mouth. "Oh god Jimmy, I think you know in your heart where, don't you? We want to take the most important, symbolic parts of you while you're at your most lucid, most aware, so that you can fully appreciate the same moment of triumph we do! It's the sharing of that moment that counts the most, right? Thank you so much for your respect paid to my toes. Now as one last act of obesience, please insert your servile tongue in between each of my toes and lick your utmost, as I describe the beginning. You know very well the part that is my prize, my privilege to consume. I asked for it. I wanted it. And I'm going to have it. Yes, Jimmy. You know. You're eyes say it...and they're telling me no, no, please not that. Right? Keep licking my toes while I give you my answer, the news you don't want to hear, the most horrifying news a captive male could ever hear! Here it comes, this is how the banquet will begin..."
The ritual chamber was deadly silent. Jimmy gazed into her eyes and wildly shook his head from side to side.
"Yes, Jimmy. I'm going to bite your cock off."
Frantically, he turned away from her tormenting foot and yelled "No, Miss Julie!!! No!!!! Please...for the love of god!!! Please no!! Not there!!"
His cries were muffled as pert little princess stepped down once again upon his lips and ground them under the ball of her sole. "Yes, Jimmy, it's true. No escaping it. I've got to have it. In just a few moments I'm going to gently take the head of your beautiful cock in my mouth and relish it to the fullest, thickest it has ever been, engorged with blood.I may take 30 minutes. Then I'm going to very gradually plunge my teeth around the shaft just below the rim and sever the skin with tiny tiny incisions. I'll apply steady pressure around all sides of the shaft...so slowly you'll hardly notice, my sweet.Many many minutes more. Then I'm afraid to say that the pain will begin to build...you'll become aware that I'm actually taking it. Taking it off. With love, with extreme hunger. Oh god, how I want it! Then..my teeth will dig further into your shaft, more and more...many many minutes...and finally, finally Jimmy, it will be off!!! I will have bitten the head of your penis entirely off. It will be in my mouth. You'll watch in horror as I experience total bliss, chewing it, chewing it, delirious in the flavor...the sumptuousness of this prized morsel! My rapture shall last for many minutes more, before I swallow...then lean down and come back for the next delectible bite of you...the next bite of the shaft...and then the next...all the way down to the pelvis! Now keep licking while I tell you what happens next. Debbie and Marsha will no longer able to contain themselves. Each will kneel above you and take one of your testicles in their mouth. They both have asked for this, and decided it would be most spectacular to do it simultaneously!! Yes, Jimmy....that's right...you know what I mean. Both at the same time, slowly, very slowly, nibbling, gently biting through the scrotum. The pain won't be too severe yet, but you'll know what's coming..."
"No Miss Julie, oh god no!!!!" he blurted out before she muffled his mouth again.
"Yes, Jimmy. They're going to very gradually chew your balls off. "
By this time the prostrate young man was consumed with terror, as the lithe little sadistic conqueress stood sassily upon his heaving chest, relentllessly mashing his mouth beneath her majestic bare foot. "That's just the opening of our ritual,Jimmy. From that point each of us will select a favorite part and begin to dine leisurely, pausing regularly to stanch the blood flow, partake of the wine, vegetables and yams you so beautifully prepared for us, and then return to your flesh. Now, doesn't it sound almost indescribably exciting? Even though you're the victim and are understandably horrified by the prospect of being eaten alive by three ravenous women, can't you empathize with us a little? Can't you realize that we're about to launch the most erotic journey ever traveled by man and woman? That the three of us, as we devour you alive, are going to experience ecstasy never known by our fellow females worldwide? I mean, like, we'rre going all the way. No niceties, no cannibal cookpot. We're actually going to throw ourselves like animals on a helpless, living, screaming male and eat him alive, tearing him to pieces with nothing but our teeth!"
In a frenzy, Debbie and Marsha leaped upon the altar and stood over their captive. "This is goodbye time, Jimmy. At last. The moment you've dreaded is here. All that remains is for you to kiss us goodbye. Give us your most heartfel kiss of all, and let us know you forgive us for what we're about to do, that you'll love us and worship us til then very end!! Now!!!"
With that, the three raised a bare foot in unison and stepped grandly upon his mouth, smothering him in flurry of wriggling toes, demanding one last act of reverence. The women looked at each other, breathing heavily and fingering themselves to another virtual peak. Finally, in sheer reverie, they knelt around the altar and Jule grasped his immensely erect penis. "Oh mom. Wow! None of us have ever done this! I hope we can really do it! I don't really know if I can bite through his skin!"
"Don't worry my dear," said Marsha. "Take it slowly. We have all night, and it might take us all night to finish him. But remember what I used to tell you girls when you were little and I asked that you eat everything on your plate..and make ALL GONE! This is going to be a meal we'll all remember. And we're going to make Jimmy...ALL GONE!
"Oh we will mom..if we don't rush and eat him slowly. Well, here goes.." With that, Julie spread some olive oil over his penis, opened her lips wide, bared her catlike white teeth, and came down on the head. She sucked it to ever fuller height, fighting hard to restrain her hunger. Every one of the four human beings at the ceremony sucked in their breath in anticipation. Jimmy stared into her glowing eyes, violently shaking his head, unable to ever shriek for mercy. He knew his time had come.A half hour passed. Julie grinned, sucked harder, then gripped his shaft with her teeth just below the rim, exactly as she had predicted to him. Her teeth gave slow steady pressure. At last they pierced the skin..then deeper...deeper. Jimmy found his breath and screamed in agony, realizing that his penis was about to be bitten off.
"Oh no Miss Julie...wait! Please wait!! I can't stand it!! The pain! The pain is unbearable! NooooooAaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahh.
Julie released her grip for a moment and smiled at him. "Jimmy...I'm sorry...really sorry...but I've got to have it. I'm biting it off now..." Returning her mouth to his organ, she plunged her incisors back into the shaft with a vengeance and bit. Amid his agonized cries for mercy, she finally bit off the entire head of his penis, raised her head in glee, eyes closed tight, and revelled in the flavor. Her eyes opened to see the contorted face of the man she had just emasculated, and with an evil leer she proceeded to chew the morsel for 10 minutes, savoring the magic of it all. Then as he braced for the next bite, she lowered her head to take the next part of his shaft. Then the next, and kept taken successive, ravenous bites all the way down to his pelvis. Unable to contain themselves a moment longer, Marsha and Debbie each lowered their faces to his testicles and sucked them into their eager mouths. They took 15 minutes to gradually bite through his scrotum and begin the horrendous process of biting his testicles off. While their victim shrieked ever more loudly, they simultaneously severed their prizes and began the digestion process, taking a half hour to do so.
"My god, he's fantastic! Delicious!" exclaimed Marsha. "More delicious than any man we've ever eaten, in any way shape or form!! The flavor! The flavor! It's incredible!"
Debbie moved to his thrashing head, grasping it in her trembling hands. "Be brave my sweet. Please try to endure this.You are so incredibly delicious!! You are so good!!!!Mr. Yum-yum!!!! Stay with us. Share our joy. This is the moment I've been waiting for. I was going to try to save your face for later...but I can't. I just can't. It's just too sweet, too beautiful. Too enticing. I'm sorry, Jimmy. I've got to have it. I've got to eat your face off now. I promise I'll save your eyes and ears for later. We want most for you to see and hear when we finally eat your heart out. But your face is just too gorgeous to spare a moment longer. Get ready. Here goes..."
Debbie excitedly opened her mouth and drove her teeth into his cheek. "No Debbie..please!!! My god, not my face!!" sceamed Jimmy. "For the love of god, please don"t eat my face off!!!!"
But Debbie was crazed. She bit, tore, chewed. The little vixen ripped his cheeks apart with fury, then held his face firmly between her hands and slowly began to eat his lips off, starting with the upper lip, then the lower lip in two large bites.Many agonized minutes later, he felt her suck his tongue into her feverish mouth and knew in horror that her teeth were about to claim it. Sure enough, her felt the teeth clamping down on his trapped tongue, and she began to giggle fiendishly and relish the taste. Moments later it was off. At the same time, the gastronomic orgy continued at his lower body, with Julie savoring massive bites of his thigh while Marsha was savoring his muscular chest. Every few minutes they would pause to consume more wine and side dishes, and to carefully, expertly stanch his blood flow with ample surgical supplies. They began with an 82 Lafite, then moved on to a marvelous Haut Brion, and were now just opening their most prized Barbaresco. It was now 4 a.m. They were determined to keep him alive and conscious through the grisly evening, sharing the moment of each bite with them. At last, fearing he was sinking, Debbie knelt once again at his mangled head and whispered:"Oh Jimmy, you've been so incredibly brave. No man could have withstood what you've undergone. You've actually stayed with us and watched us eat you alive! You're amazing! Now it's time for the climactic part of the meal.Its time to say goodbye. Youve been fantastic!! Thank you my love.Weve almost finished you! Oh my god, youre almost gone! While Marsha and Julie go for your heart, I'm going to take what I've always wanted to take...you know what."
He blinked, almost paralyzed with agony, know what she meant. He tried to close his eyes but she took her fingers and gently peeled back one lid, gazing into that terrified eye, then slowly lowered her mouth to it and steadily sucked until the eyeball gradually yielded to her demanding lips. She chewed it in total delirium as her victim grew ever more hysterical. At the same time, Marsha and Julie expertly plunged carving knives into his chest, opened his rib cage and insanely plunged their faces into the cavity, eating his pulsating heart with a burst of final voracious appetite. It was the one merciful act the three ravenous females had performed the entire evening. As Jimmy expired, the crazed carnivoresses spontaneously raised up their blood-drenched faces with giddy,greedy, embarrassed grins, touched themselves in a peak of erotic splendor, and realized the ultimate climax of their respective lives.
"Did we really...?" Debbie murmured through her ecstasy.
"We did.." said Julie.
"Yes girls," shrieked Marsha, then whsipering so no one else in the world would ever hear: "Yes, girls...we actually ate a man...alive."
The end.
THE CARNIVORESSES by Harvey Thompson
It was truly a baronial estate, complete with Gothic ramparts and
slate eaves that drooped in the mystical fog of rural Devon, giving
the house a character of ethereal evil. Inside there was total
contrast. A symphony of warm chestnut and burled walnut paneling
in almost every room, reflecting the cheery glow of a multitude
of active fireplaces. Majestic high fidelity wafted throughout,
bringing lively Vivaldi and Elgar chords to the far reaches of
the elegantly furnished mansion. In this cozy environment lived an
extremely beautiful single mother, Marsha, age 42, and her twin
19-year-old daughters that were even more beautiful than she.
Together the threesome lived and thrived on the property, with
its woodlands, riding stables and pool, all financed amply by the
estate of Marsha's late husband Roger. He had died mysteriously
two years prior under circumstances never explained. He just
disappeared and was later declared legally deceased.
The fact is that the three women, in addition to their love of music,
art, riding to the hounds, and Devon society teas, had one other
intense common interest. They had an insane, insatiable appetite
for male human flesh. It had begun innocently enough, when the three,
sadistically driven, decided in collusion, that they had just
about enough of the arrogant and abusive behavior of the tyrannical
Roger. They had adroitly poisoned him one evening. Then they
discussed their plan of depositing his corpse in quicksand out on
the moors, several miles from their beloved country manor.
A sudden glint appeared in Marsha's eye. She told her girls,
surrounding her prostrate late husband: "Wait girls. I have
an absolutely fantastic idea. You know how fascinated all three
of us were to read that entire library of books about cannibalism
around the world, from New Guinea to ancient Mexico? Remember how
we literally licked our lips and reveled at the idea of someday
finding out what a man's flesh would taste like? Well, here's
our chance. Right now, tonight. Let's eat him."
The girls were shocked for a few moments. Then the thought of
not burying their despised father, but devouring him, lit up
their faces. For the next two hours, the three excitedly jabbered
about how they would prepare and season his large body, and roast
it in the immense over of the mansion's main kitchen, which had
originally been designed two centuries earlier for whole oxen.
The dinner was unforgettable. Moreover, it was overpowering.
The experience cast an indelible spell upon each of the three,
addicting them to the flavor of male flesh for life, only forcing
an ever greater hunger upon their craving palates. With only the
assistance of their incredibly enslaved houseboy Jimmy, a 20 year
old lad who was paralyzed with adoration and worship of the three,
they embarked upon a two year binge of cannibal lust. Like master
confidence-game experts, they would lure attractive, muscular
young men to make secret visits to the house, never to be seen
again. In each episode, the man would be drugged, bound and
taken to a secret subbasement where the three had created an
elaborate cannibal ritual chamber. It contained an immense altar
to which a man could be chained spread eagle and tormented by
the three as entertainment for days. They would describe
to him his fate, and exactly how he would be prepared and cooked
in increasingly imaginative ways. In front of the altar, on a
high platform, was an elegant throne, an authentic and majestic
affair that had once been owned by the Duchess of Devon herself.
It was glittering with gilt and velvet, truly resplendent, with
one modification. A large opening had been cut into the seat itself,
and a carpenter had further added a special framework beneath the
seat, permitting a human being to be placed painfully beneath the
seat, on his back, with his face protruding slightly through the
opening.
The throne became a primary means of entertainment for Marsha
and the girls. No sense of power quite matched the feeling of taking
turns sitting on the elegant throne and crushing the male face
trapped beneath, gasping for air. Sometimes the victim was kept in
that tortured, humiliating position for 6 to 10 hours at a time,
while the three women, dressed in jeans, or cotton shorts, or
or totally bare, would alternate in reclining upon the face. They
casually talked, drank, laughed and joked with each other,
reveling in the suffering of the hapless male down below.
One of the twins, Julie, loved the occasions where she would come
home from a tea or ball in her silks and taffeta and organdy, and
plop down on the waiting face of the victim, covering him entirely
with her dress and feeling his desperate breath as she would nestle
her butt down ever more tightly into his panicked face. Debbie,
meanwhile, adored the feeling of only sheer silk panties between her
anus and the mouth of the captive. And of course all three were wild
about the thrills to be gained by slowly doffing their trousers and
panties totally, and planting their bare buttocks firmly upon the
face of the victim. While holding animated conversations or playing
parlor games, they would regularly shift position so that their bare
vagina would engulf the victim's mouth and upon their command, he
would be forced to tongue their clit or anus until one, two three or
more orgasms were experienced. This entire scene would of course be
enacted with far greater fervor, and even wilder satisfaction of the
girls, once they had announced to the victim his cruel, bizarre fate.
They would always torture him with fabric, then strip naked and
inform him of their cannibal lust --to which he would always register
disbelief until they showed him evidence of prior feasts. Then he
would always plead in hysterical earnest.
While the girls were sadistically inventive in the ways they would
put the victim to sleep before cooking, They would invariably shave
his body completely and season it as he lay captive. Then they would
move his trembling form to its place again beneath the throne, for
the final execution. One favorite manner of all three soon became the
act of commanding the victim to kiss each of them goodbye, by taking
turns sitting on his upturned helpless face. One of the three would have the honor and fun of
whispering farewell and slowly descending her butt, sweetly informing
her captive that he was about to die by suffocation. Then all three
would watch in fascination as the man, crying for mercy, had his last
words smothered by the buttocks above him, his agonized muffled
grunts would be heard, his chest would convulse, his legs would
stiffen. While the girl above him would squeal in blissful delight,
feeling his final gasps against her rectum, he would finally expire,
with the full knowledge that he soon would be an elegant repast for
the three famished tigresses.
Throughout the two years, Jimmy the houseboy witnessed each
successive ritual and banquet with a quiet, desperate horror. At
first shocked by the spectacles, then fascinated and later simply
immunized to the traumatic events, he only grew more hypnotized and
enraptured by the three demonic females he idolized and served with
dedication. In between events, when there was no captive male in the
chamber down below, Jimmy would often be the sole source of
entertainment for the three. Early on he was taught oral servitude of
course, and would service any of the three at any time, any day, upon
command. As the three became even more sadistic, they would command
Jimmy, with no chains or bindings of any kind but simply voluntarily,
to go down under the throne and allow his face to be used for any
purpose that struck the whim of whatever female was in charge. As the
months went by, he at first abhorred the total degradation they
bestowed upon him but gradually came to love the taste of his three
mistresses' silks, jeans, shorts, anus's and vaginas.
Obviously, it crossed his mind, time and again, that someday his
luck might run out and they would elect to eat him. But as his love
for each of them grew, he simply banished any thought of escaping to
the outside world, with its sanity and security. His adoration
blossomed to the insane degree that, if he were someday asked to
become their dinner, he felt he might do so gladly, worshipfully,
thankfully. It was especially Julie, with her elegant,spoiled ways, that mesmerized him the most.
Meanwhile, as Jimmy matured over the months as a rugged and handsome
young man, his muscular features became more evident and glamorous.
A new hunger began to grow within the women. They didn't even admit
it to each other, or even to themselves. But the incredibly exciting
thought of eating Jimmy crossed each of their minds. At first it was
just a fleeting thought as they watched him strip to do household
chores like wood chopping, noting his biceps and rippling thighs and
back. Or sometimes it was when they glanced down at his prostrate
form as his face protruded beneath the throne seat and his tongue
adoringly performed its daily worship. But day by day, the girls
noticed that their instincts and tendencies became less and less
controlled. They became unbridled sadists. He was their toy.
Between captures and torments of regional male victims, their focus
was on Jimmy. They knew no limits. One day Julie compulsively arose
from her throne, kicked off her jeans and sneakers, stepped up
barefoot on the seat itself, daintily stepped on Jimmy's upturned
mouth and demanded that he suck her toes, while she fingered herself
to climax. On another day, Debbie became so carried away with his
frantic tongue ministrations upon her bare clit, that she suddenly
let go a golden torrent from her aching bladder, directly into his
obedient mouth and down his gagging throat, while she too brought
herself to a glorious climax. The scene so entranced Marsha that she
elected to begin using Jimmy's mouth as her primary toilet. While at
first he almost drowned at these incidents, he gradually came to
adore even these as moments of ultimate sacrifice.
Little did he realize what sacrifices were yet to come, what adoration
would be asked of him.
Then came a frigid February day, when the moors were forbidding and
icy. When the manor house grounds were encrusted with an imprisoning
manifestation of doom. The winter had been a lean one for the family.
Unfortunately, the few eligible males that the girls would meet at
society affairs were highly focused on business aspirations in London
and generally unavailable for wily enticements of the girls that
might entrap them into visits. A great many weeks had gone by without
a single feast in the subbasement. The ladies of course existed on
gourmet guinea fowl and fat turkeys brought to them regularly by
purveyors. But they quickly lost interest in these prosaic cuisines
and began an unintentional, inadvertent diet. They would joke about
the "forced fast" and laugh about how long they could last without
the addictive flavor of male flesh. As the days passed, it became
no longer a laughing matter. They truly were fasting, and unhappily
so. Finally one day at their breakfast of scones and Devonshire
cream, an evil leer crossed Julie's face as she noticed their
houseboy through the window, manfully hauling more wood for their
fireplaces.
"Let's eat Jimmy," she blurted out, almost surprising herself.
"What?" exclaimed Marsha and Debbie in unison.
"I guess I mean, well it's like we're starving. We haven't had a real
dinner in many weeks. None of us have failed to notice, and be
turned on by, Jimmy's amazing body and how it's matured. I mean he'd
be delicious. You both know it. I know it. He'd be fantastic! Now I
know that each of us has fought off the urge to eat him for at least
a year now. We've had all the specimens we could have wanted. And
Jimmy so adores us"
"Yes, Julie, that's exactly right! He's our lifetime slave. Sure,
I've had a growing, burning desire inside to eat Jimmy --for quite
some time. I want his flesh as much as you do. But that's crazy.
We'd be wasting an important possession. He's our toy," said Debbie.
"I know, I know. I love squishing his face and feeling his tongue
as much as you do, and I'd miss it. But I can't stand it. I truly
can't stand it any longer, watching him walk around here every day.
Deb. I've just got to have him. I've got to eat Jimmy."
"Well girls," grinned Marsha, "I must say that you hit my weak spot.
Despite all the fabulous, delicious young men we've had here for
dinner in the last two years, there's something about Jimmy that just
drives me wild with hunger. I've never known a hunger like this. I
confess that every day for months now I've thought what it would be
like to bite into him. Let's face it. He's special. He would make our
ultimate meal."
"Then...you'll do it? Mom? Debbie? You'll throw caution and reason
to the wind and we can plan to eat Jimmy? This week? We could
actually eat him this week?" Julie yelped.
"Yes, Julie, let's do it. I can't stand the urge either. Let's all
agree that we'll eat Jimmy for dinner this very week, this Saturday
night!!! Now let's see, "Marsha mused, " what special method can we
use to cook him. What do you think Deb? "
"Wait a minute Mom," said Julie quietly. "Sit back down in your chair
....both of you. I'm not done with my plan. I have more ideas to
propose. Exciting ideas. Things we've never even dreamed of before.
Ideas that could make this the most monumental banquet we or any
royal family has ever experienced. One that would symbolize the
absolute ultimate triumph of superior female human beings over the
male."
"What do you mean Julie? What on earth are you talking about?"
said Marsha.
"I don't want to cook him at all. "
"Not cooked? You don't want to cook Jimmy?"
"That's right. I want him raw."
"What?"
"Yes, I want him raw. I want to eat Jimmy raw. I want to plunge my
teeth into his warm raw flesh and taste the true flavor...of a living
man"
"Living? What on earth Julie! Are you serious?"
"Yes, Mom, I know it's spoiled and rotten...but I want to eat Jimmy
alive."
"Oh Julie, that's ridiculous. I mean, the poor thing would be laying
there helpless and screaming. It would be the most hideous death a
man could ever die. To just lay there and be eaten alive by three
hungry females? It's obscene! It's an unearthly execution!"
"I know, Mom, but please, it would be so exciting. Just think, he'd
be with us the whole time, or at least most of the dinner. I love
him. I love Jimmy. I'll feel terrible doing it to him, hearing his
screams for mercy as I tear his flesh from his body with my teeth!
But as much as my heart goes out to him, I'm absolutely lusting for
his flesh. I have to have it. And Mom...Deb...I have to have it warm
and raw and pulsating! It will be a fantastic moment!!!"
"You are seriously proposing that the three of us eat Jimmy alive as
he lays stretched out on our ceremonial altar? We'll be eating him
raw as he begs us to stop, you know that. It will be heart-rending.
We all love him so," said Marsha. "But...I must admit Julie it's an
ingenious idea. You know that we've read stories of ancient rites in
which royalty ate captive warriors alive...but we always were so aghast
at those incidents, weren't we? Or...maybe not. Maybe it kindled a
secret longing in each of us. And after months of cooking and dining
upon the best of England's gentlemen, maybe it truly is time to move
on, and experience the ultimate...to confront a living, breathing,
pleading victim who would be there with us, fully conscious, at the
dinner. Whose screams in our ears will only intensify the intimacy
of the moment, as diners and victim share the same banquet, one
taking bites and one giving them up. I guess Julie....it would be
incredible. It would be a feast never to be forgotten. Something
the three of us would not only share, but treasure together in our
memories. "
"Oh Mom, " exclaimed Debbie, "yes! yes! it has to be! Julie's
idea is brilliant!! I'm completely sold! I'm in shock, but I'm
thrilled!! Yes! Let's eat Jimmy alive!!!!!"
Meanwhile, the strapping young lad had delivered his wood load and was
walking back past the bay window again, waving at his mistresses,
smiling an adoring smile, and off to finish the rest of his chores.
"Oh God, look at him," whispered Julie. "Just look at him! He's
become the most fabulous specimen yet! I just can't wait until
Saturday night. "
"Should we tell him?" whispered Debbie excitedly.
"No," said Julie, "not yet. Tonight." she said as she peered hungrily
at the husky young man through the bay window, just finishing his
chores. That evening Jimmy served the family supper as usual, on his
knees, in the main dining hall of the great manor, but was uneasy
about one aspect. They requested that he prepare only a light salad
and some tea. After a meager breakfast of coffee and scones and a
lunch of only consume, he thought that this was remarkable. Are they
fasting? For what? Each of them had a figure that was so slim and
lithe that no conceivable diet would ever be necessary for weight
control, even considering their heavy intake of body fats and protein
of the past two years.
After supper, they informed him that his usual "couch services" would
not be necessary, a nightly practice in which the lad would lay face
up on their divan while they sat perched upon his face and body
watching the telly. Instead, he was asked to follow them to the
ritual chamber in the subbasement and take his contorted position
beneath the throne, bending his body backwards like a pretzel on the
special board beneath the seat, so that his face would appear in
reverse through the aperture and he could gaze up into the eyes of
his tormentress. He did so quite willingly, although dreading the
torture of the cramped position, because he knew he would be asked to
worship his goddesses in the customary manner. Each in turn mounted
the throne, demanded oral service, and then relieved her bladder down
his gasping throat. It was a moment of true devotion.
When Julie completed hers, the others gathered close and she
peered down at her loyal subject. "Jimmy, my poor, darling. This is a
very special night, and a very special weekend. We have news for you
of immense importance. Actually...it's a confession. For the past
two years each of us has had a secret longing that we never admitted
even to ourselves. It was a burning desire that has never been
satisfied. While you have been our devoted slave, performing
marvelous culinary feasts, cleaning like a demon, serving us with
expert massage, hair treatment, manicure and pedicures, and of course
assisting us in the preparation and cooking of England's fine young
gentlemen whom you've watched us consume, there had been one last way
that we've longed for you to serve us and have never asked."
"What's that?" asked the boy.
"Well Jimmy, I just don't know how to say this exactly, but we all
must admit that watching you and living with you all this time has
driven us crazy with desire. You are the finest specimen we've ever
seen. Would just hate to give you up...but we just can't fight our
desires any longer. Frankly Jimmy, we're starving for you."
"St--starving?"
"Yes Jimmy, starving for you. We just can't stand it any longer. We
tried to hold back. But, well...let's face it...we're dying to...eat
you."
The words rang in his ears and raced through his brain like a
lightning bolt. The words he secretly knew that someday he might
hear, and yet dreaded. The idea that the three goddesses whom he had
served for so long, who he had watched dine upon so many fine young
men, would finally turn their hunger toward him. He stiffened in
panic. gazing up at Julie through her creamy thighs, and realized
that at last, at last, his time had come. They wanted his life. They
wanted...not just his slavish devotion, his eager service, his
worship...but his life.
"Eat me? You're not going to eat me! Miss Julie, I beg you, tell me
it isn't true. You're going to have me like the others?"
"Yes, my darling Jimmy. Forgive us. We just can't stand it any
longer. All three of us need you, we need your flesh desperately.
You understand our addiction to male flesh, and yours will be the
most delectable of any. Our hunger is uncontrollable now. We simply
have got to eat you."
"When?" he said with a shudder.
"Tomorrow night. We're going to eat you for dinner tomorrow night.
You'll have all night tonight to remain here getting used to the
idea, and then many hours tomorrow morning to serve our bodily needs
one last time, before we ask you to make the final sacrifice."
"Are you planning to execute me in the traditional way? Yes, my
sweet thing. You're going to die right here, beneath me. You're going
to die by suffocation under my buttocks. I'll make it quick,
smothering you quickly while the others hold you fast. The last
breath of your life will be up my supreme anus. You'll die knowing
that you paid the ultimate tribute to your loving mistresses. Then,
we'll cook you in the house oven to perfection, and relish what has
to be the world's most spectacular flavor sensation, Jimmy. Your
magnificent flesh."
"Oh my god" he gasped. "This is it? This is the end of me. Tomorrow?
For dinner? You're actually going to eat me?"
"Yes my love. We're going to eat you, with crazed appetites and total
gratitude. We're going to ask you to go very bravely, gallantly,
knowing that we cannot stop ourselves. We simply must have you. Oh
wow...I've gotten myself so aroused that I need your tongue,
quickly!! Now!!!!! Yessssssssssss!!!"
Watching the scene, Marsha and Debbie were touching themselves
violently, experiencing a simultaneous peak as they too became lost
in the euphoria of expectations of the ultimate banquet to come.
Jimmy was left in his contorted position beneath the throne to have
a sleepless night, tormented by visions of his role in the ultimate
banquet.Yet his psyche compelled him to comply, to give himself, to die for them. The ladies meanwhile had equally fitful sleeps, rapt with
excitement over the ceremony of the coming day, and the wild surprise
they were about to reveal to their beloved captive.
They filed into the chamber, mounted the throne, demanded their usual
morning services, and then outlined Jimmy's day. They described a
full series of final body services he would perform on each, to be
followed by his positioning on the sacrificial altar itself at 3 PM,
when farewell kisses would take place, followed by his execution,
cooking and feast.
Knowing it was his last day on earth, he plunged into his obligations
with unprecedented fervor, providing oil massage, facials, coiffures,
bathing, manicures and pedicures with awed, silent respect to each.
The final event found him on his knees, naked, blowing on the blood
red pedicure polish of each toe, while each tormentress would stare
at him constantly, licking her lips and grinning with rows of
amazingly sharp white teeth.
They skipped lunch totally. And now it was almost time. They asked
Jimmy to voluntarily lay prone spread eagle on his back upon the elegant carved
stone altar, while they gently manacled his wrists and ankles to
heavy chains located in each corner. In moments he was stretched
across the giant stone spread-eagle, bewildered and terrified. He
knew what was coming. Or he thought he knew. He was left to his
imagination as the ladies left for upstairs, donning riding apparel,
mounting horses and galloping off for a ride across the moors "to
work up a total appetite."
Just before 3, they returned, and changed into lavish evening
dresses, splashes of pink organdy and green taffeta, and shod with
high heeled sandals. Into the torch lit chamber they came, almost
unable to contain their lust. They tuned in appropriate rock music,
approached their prostrate victim on the 12 inch high stone, and
smiled. Julie stepped smartly up upon the altar, and devilishly
kicked off her sandals. With an evil leer, she planted her feet on
either side of him, stood pertly with hands on hips, and spoke. "It's
time, Jimmy. This is our moment. Yours and ours. Are you ready to
give your life to us?"
Jimmy lay there in a stupor. Slowly he shook his head yes. Any moment
he expected her to kneel over him and begin the execution process by
suffocation. But he was wrong.
"Jimmy, we haven't been really fair with you. We've misled you. You
might say we've had a big change of plans."
"You're...not going to eat me?"
"Oh yes, Jimmy, we definitely going to eat you. It's how we're eating
you that is new. Very new. In fact, no living persons have
experienced it until now. You might say it's experimental. You see
Jimmy...we've decided not to cook you."
"What? Not cook me?"
"No Jimmy. We've decided to eat you...raw."
"Miss Julie, that's unbelievable. You're going to suffocate me and
then just devour my flesh raw?"
"Well, Jimmy, no. Not exactly. You see, we aren't going to execute
you, at least not in the usual manner. Please try to understand. It's
bizarre...but we want you with us. All three of us want you to be
there at dinner, to experience the thrill with us, bite by bite."
"I don't get it Miss Julie. How can I be there when I'll already be
dead?"
"Oh Jimmy, you still don't get it at all. Silly, you're not going to
be dead. You're going to be there with us the entire time, or at
least through most of the meal. We're dying to try it. To have you
that way. We know it's a hideous thought but we just can't control
our wild impulses..."
"You mean..."
"Yes Jimmy, that's exactly what I mean..."
"Oh my god no....No! Miss Julie...no you can't mean it! It would be
an unearthly way to go!!" His entire helpless body convulsed in terror. His eyes bulged and his grimace contorted as the full realization crashed down upon his brain.
Julie slowly raised one slim beautiful bare foot, like a ballerina,
and hovered it over the agonized upturned face of the paralyzed,
terrified young boy. Gradually, with pink toes wriggling, the foot
descended toward his trembling lips and finally squashed them
beneath. "Yes, Jimmy, it's true...the idea is incredible but true.
You know what I mean. You know how we plan to eat you..."
"Alive????" he murmured weakly.
"Yes," hissed Julie, grinning widely as she twisted her toes upon his
mouth,"Alive! Alive! Alive my poor sweet thing. In four hours it will
be dinner time and the three of us --in a never to be forgotten
ritual orgy of cannibal lust-- are going to eat you...alive. "
Jimmy became crazed. He strained mightily at his chains and tried in
vain to escape the relentless foot crushing his mouth. He started
begging and pleading for mercy to any of the three that would listen,
and they all listened intently, licking their lips.His body trembled as the cold stone under his back and the steel manacles made him feel more totally vulnerable than he had ever felt before. Arms and legs spread widely, he could barely move a muscle, but only wait for their pleasure.A living banquet.
Over the next three hours, the girls were busy. They applied shaving
cream to Jimmy's entire body and shaved off every hair. Then they
slowly, lovingly began massaging into every part of his skin a
mixture of olive oil infused with cumin, turmeric and sage. Debbie
was careful not to get the oil mixture in his eyes. She stooped over
his face and softly massaged the oil into his lips and cheeks.
"My face??" he whispered to her. "My face???"
"Yes Jimmy, that will be one of the best parts. I want it. I've got
dibs on it. Not too early. Later on in the meal. "
"You mean..."
"Yes Jimmy. I'm going to eat your face off."
To his ultimate horror, he saw Julie calmly massaging the oil into
his penis, then the entire scrotum. His tremors of unbridled fear
became overpowering. He looked at her.
"Yes Jimmy. It's going to be fantastic. And it's mine."
"Oh god no Miss Julie. No man could stand that. Please please...can
you at least give me some kind of pain killer??? Please, I beg you."
"Of course Jimmy. See that IV set up? We're planning to give you a
valium drip IV to dull everything during the meal. You'll watch us
eat you, bite by bite, but mercifully you'll feel little as we plunge
our teeth into your warm raw flesh and devour each morsel. Won't that
be lovely??"
Jimmy's entire torso was now shaking uncontrollably, with spasms that
wracked his entire frame. The thought of being eaten alive by these
three goddesses was, he realized, his ultimate lifetime erotic
experience, and yet one so horrendous that he could barely imagine
what the dinner would be like.
With 30 minutes to go, the ladies filed into the chamber with
platters of cooked vegetables, yams, condiments and a host of other
accompaniments. They carefully placed the platters around his entire
body on the altar. Then they slowly stripped down to total
nakedness, mounted the stone itself and playfully began to dance to
the blaring rock cadence. They danced around him, and upon him.
Building to a supreme orgy of eroticism, Marsha was touching herself
again violently as she danced on her victim's bare chest and face.
Finally, she could stand it no longer and flung herself
upon his helpless face for one last frenzy of oral services to her
inflamed clit, which Jimmy administered while begging and babbling
painfully for mercy as his tongue did its homage. However, Marsha
raised up just before climaxing, telling her daughters that she must
wait to reach her peak just as she takes the initial bite. They all
gleefully agreed.
Debbie next kneeled over him and demanded the identical service,
likewise restraining herself at the last moment. Then Julie did the
same. All three were now in a mad frenzy of passion.
Suddenly Julie grasped the IV drip and yanked the catheter tube out
and away.
"Julie!!! What on earth are you doing??" said Debbie.
"Julie, you're crazy!," said Marsha. "That's unfair! We promised
him valium while he endures this. No man could take the pain!!!
Think of the screaming!!!"
"I am," said Julie. "That's why I must do this Mom. This is our
ultimate experience, the ultimate triumph of the superior female over
earth's malehood. We must have total satisfaction! That means that he
must be with us all the way, fully conscious. Aware of every bite,
every nuance. Part of the thrill of this will be eating Jimmy as we
listed to his screams ringing in our ears!!!! Don't you understand??
It must be this way."
The others stood stupefied, but gradually saw the luster in Julie's
eyes and realized too that the ritual must be done this way -- with
nothing to dull the intensity of the moment for anyone, diners or
victim.
"Oh God, please no!! Miss Julie!" Jimmy screamed. "Don't take it
away! You promised!! Have mercy! Have mercy on me!! I'll feel every
bite!!!"
"Yes, Jimmy, you will. And part of the significance of this entire
ceremony is that we show you no mercy. None. We love you Jimmy. This
is difficult for us. But our impulses are just too strong. We have to
do it this way. We're going to eat you alive with nothing to buffer
the pain, as you give your flesh to us."
The chamber grew bright with the flickering of the torches. The three
women stood above him,statuesque and beautiful, lust in their eyes.
"It's eight o'clock Jimmy. It's dinner time. We're going to eat you
now."
"Oh my lord, I can't believe it's happening!! It's all too horrible," yelled Jimmy, tears streaming down his cheeks as he lay there helpless, legs and arms spread wide against the cold marble and the manacles cutting into his wrists and ankles.
"Julie stood on the altar astride his trembling body, perfectly nude and breathing hard. "This is our moment, Jimmy, yours and ours. We embark together on the final hours of your life, and the most exhilarating of ours. The ultimate sacrifice a man could offer, the ultimate symbol of our supremacy over malehood...consumption. You can't imagine my sweet how difficult this is for us to do, all the unspeakable things we're about to do. Please understand and forgive us. It's not done out of any malice. No matter what incredible agonies we subject you to, they're done out of love, sheer love for you as our most perfect loyal subject, love for you as England's most perfect spcimen of young malehood, love for you as the most enticing specimen of muscular,verile male flesh we've ever seen, and love and lust for you as our ultimate feast!!! Please understand my sweet that we just can't help ourselves. We know it's the most spoiled, selfish, greedy deed ever done by human beings to another. We've tried to control ourselves but we just can't. It's our hunger, Jimmy, our overpowering hunger for you. Over the months we've fought it, but we can't stand it. We're famished. We've simply got to know the flavor, the flavor of you, flavor of your flesh --not on our plate, cooked and sliced-- but warm,living,raw and pulsating. We just can no longer control the urge to plunge our teeth into you, plunge our faces into the gaping holes in your flesh...and chew..and chew...eating...eating."
Jimmy peered up into her loving eyes, she knelt and whispered: "We're embarrassed to say that we also lust to hear the screams, Jimmy, the screams that will ultimately escape your lips and lungs, and will drive us crazy with desire to consume you."
Julie kicked off her heeled sandals and stepped grandly up upon his chest. Daintily her delicate bare feet came together upon his heart. "Now is the moment when I have the privilege of officially condemning you to death, Jimmy, and describe to you the ritual feast upon which all four of us, you and us, are about to embark. As I do so, the occasion would not be complete without asking you to perform one last supreme act of humility, respect and worship. You're going to kiss my foot. Yes, Jimmy, my bare foot, and demonstrate one last time the depth of your adoration and devotion."
From her perch on his chest, she steps forward, inching one foot up his chest, across his neck, toes wriggling, up his chin. Then her slim foot, the bright toenails glistening red with the polish he had so lovingly applied hours before, slowly raised up in glorious choreography and dangled over his terrified, tear drenched ,trembling face. Perfectly balanced, hands on hips, she stoods as the world's most lethal ballerina, one foot firmly planted on his chest and the other swinging merrily above him. With grace and agility, she very slowly lowered it so he could view the soft pink sole descending, toes playfully wriggling and ankle wiggling. Finally, it reached his upturned mouth, which she crushed beneath her toes.
"This is it my love," Julie whispered. "I'm about to condemn you to death, the most spectacular death a man ever died at the hands of women. Now...kiss it...kiss my foot and give me worship with a degree of passion that could only be mustered by a man who realizes he is the one cannibal victim on the entire face of the earth to be actually eaten alive!! You've always worshipped the ground I walk on JImmy. Now, in your final moments, you ARE the ground I walk on! Here...feel my sole crushing your eager lips...feel it twist and turn, grinding you beneath..demanding devotion like a man has never given a woman."
"Make him beg, Julie," exclaimed Debbie. "Make him beg for his life one more time!! I love to hear it! Make him! Make him!" she screamed as she fingered herself to a peak. Marsha and Jule were now doing the same, building themselves to a frenzy as they all watched the hapless,strapping lad, his body shaking uncontrollably, grimacing as he struggled beneath Julie's arched, imperious foot.
""Yes, Jimmy, " Jule cooed. "Let us hear you beg us for your life. Beg, Jimmy. Beg!! Kiss my sole! Kiss it and beg! Now...lick it...go on...lick my sole and beg, plead for our mercy, the mercy you know we're incapable of giving. Oh, yes!! I love your blubbering saliva mixed with your streaming tears. Oh, god the excitement! Now...Jimmy, I want you to kiss my toes...kiss them as you beg. Yes, kissssssss! Fantastic! Now..I'm going to slowly insert by big toe in your mouth...and you're going to suck it...suck it for all that's holy!! Suck it like a madman. Here...open, open wide...yessss...Ooooooh, that's unbelievable! And , now, Jimmy....I'm going to insert each of my toes into your mouth, one by one, and you're going to such each one...while I describe to you how you're going to die. Are you ready, Jimmy? Ready for your death sentence? Here is it. Keep sucking.I pronounce you ready...ready to make your final sacrifice in devotion to us. You are about to become our ultimate banquet, the meal of our lives. We are about to eat you alive, Jimmy, as you scream, as you willingly give us your flesh to consume. We ask you to be stalwart and brave. As we take you, we want you to summon ever ounce of courage and endurance you have. We want you to try hard to stay with us, stay conscious as we take bite after bite, and we want you to live the entire experience with us. Keep sucking, Jimmy. As you can guess, we plan to eat you very slowly. The meal will last most of the night, many many hours. We want to savor each magical bite and have you there to watch us relish each morsel. Now switch! Switch, Jimmy. My baby toe!!"
Jimmy was convulsing in fear now. He sucked her final toe like a demon. Debbie and Marsha drew close.
"Now where should we begin?" asked Julie asked Julie with an impish grin as she switched feet and jammed the big toe of her left foot into his quivvering mouth. "Oh god Jimmy, I think you know in your heart where, don't you? We want to take the most important, symbolic parts of you while you're at your most lucid, most aware, so that you can fully appreciate the same moment of triumph we do! It's the sharing of that moment that counts the most, right? Thank you so much for your respect paid to my toes. Now as one last act of obesience, please insert your servile tongue in between each of my toes and lick your utmost, as I describe the beginning. You know very well the part that is my prize, my privilege to consume. I asked for it. I wanted it. And I'm going to have it. Yes, Jimmy. You know. You're eyes say it...and they're telling me no, no, please not that. Right? Keep licking my toes while I give you my answer, the news you don't want to hear, the most horrifying news a captive male could ever hear! Here it comes, this is how the banquet will begin..."
The ritual chamber was deadly silent. Jimmy gazed into her eyes and wildly shook his head from side to side.
"Yes, Jimmy. I'm going to bite your cock off."
Frantically, he turned away from her tormenting foot and yelled "No, Miss Julie!!! No!!!! Please...for the love of god!!! Please no!! Not there!!"
His cries were muffled as pert little princess stepped down once again upon his lips and ground them under the ball of her sole. "Yes, Jimmy, it's true. No escaping it. I've got to have it. In just a few moments I'm going to gently take the head of your beautiful cock in my mouth and relish it to the fullest, thickest it has ever been, engorged with blood.I may take 30 minutes. Then I'm going to very gradually plunge my teeth around the shaft just below the rim and sever the skin with tiny tiny incisions. I'll apply steady pressure around all sides of the shaft...so slowly you'll hardly notice, my sweet.Many many minutes more. Then I'm afraid to say that the pain will begin to build...you'll become aware that I'm actually taking it. Taking it off. With love, with extreme hunger. Oh god, how I want it! Then..my teeth will dig further into your shaft, more and more...many many minutes...and finally, finally Jimmy, it will be off!!! I will have bitten the head of your penis entirely off. It will be in my mouth. You'll watch in horror as I experience total bliss, chewing it, chewing it, delirious in the flavor...the sumptuousness of this prized morsel! My rapture shall last for many minutes more, before I swallow...then lean down and come back for the next delectible bite of you...the next bite of the shaft...and then the next...all the way down to the pelvis! Now keep licking while I tell you what happens next. Debbie and Marsha will no longer able to contain themselves. Each will kneel above you and take one of your testicles in their mouth. They both have asked for this, and decided it would be most spectacular to do it simultaneously!! Yes, Jimmy....that's right...you know what I mean. Both at the same time, slowly, very slowly, nibbling, gently biting through the scrotum. The pain won't be too severe yet, but you'll know what's coming..."
"No Miss Julie, oh god no!!!!" he blurted out before she muffled his mouth again.
"Yes, Jimmy. They're going to very gradually chew your balls off. "
By this time the prostrate young man was consumed with terror, as the lithe little sadistic conqueress stood sassily upon his heaving chest, relentllessly mashing his mouth beneath her majestic bare foot. "That's just the opening of our ritual,Jimmy. From that point each of us will select a favorite part and begin to dine leisurely, pausing regularly to stanch the blood flow, partake of the wine, vegetables and yams you so beautifully prepared for us, and then return to your flesh. Now, doesn't it sound almost indescribably exciting? Even though you're the victim and are understandably horrified by the prospect of being eaten alive by three ravenous women, can't you empathize with us a little? Can't you realize that we're about to launch the most erotic journey ever traveled by man and woman? That the three of us, as we devour you alive, are going to experience ecstasy never known by our fellow females worldwide? I mean, like, we'rre going all the way. No niceties, no cannibal cookpot. We're actually going to throw ourselves like animals on a helpless, living, screaming male and eat him alive, tearing him to pieces with nothing but our teeth!"
In a frenzy, Debbie and Marsha leaped upon the altar and stood over their captive. "This is goodbye time, Jimmy. At last. The moment you've dreaded is here. All that remains is for you to kiss us goodbye. Give us your most heartfel kiss of all, and let us know you forgive us for what we're about to do, that you'll love us and worship us til then very end!! Now!!!"
With that, the three raised a bare foot in unison and stepped grandly upon his mouth, smothering him in flurry of wriggling toes, demanding one last act of reverence. The women looked at each other, breathing heavily and fingering themselves to another virtual peak. Finally, in sheer reverie, they knelt around the altar and Jule grasped his immensely erect penis. "Oh mom. Wow! None of us have ever done this! I hope we can really do it! I don't really know if I can bite through his skin!"
"Don't worry my dear," said Marsha. "Take it slowly. We have all night, and it might take us all night to finish him. But remember what I used to tell you girls when you were little and I asked that you eat everything on your plate..and make ALL GONE! This is going to be a meal we'll all remember. And we're going to make Jimmy...ALL GONE!
"Oh we will mom..if we don't rush and eat him slowly. Well, here goes.." With that, Julie spread some olive oil over his penis, opened her lips wide, bared her catlike white teeth, and came down on the head. She sucked it to ever fuller height, fighting hard to restrain her hunger. Every one of the four human beings at the ceremony sucked in their breath in anticipation. Jimmy stared into her glowing eyes, violently shaking his head, unable to ever shriek for mercy. He knew his time had come.A half hour passed. Julie grinned, sucked harder, then gripped his shaft with her teeth just below the rim, exactly as she had predicted to him. Her teeth gave slow steady pressure. At last they pierced the skin..then deeper...deeper. Jimmy found his breath and screamed in agony, realizing that his penis was about to be bitten off.
"Oh no Miss Julie...wait! Please wait!! I can't stand it!! The pain! The pain is unbearable! NooooooAaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahh.
Julie released her grip for a moment and smiled at him. "Jimmy...I'm sorry...really sorry...but I've got to have it. I'm biting it off now..." Returning her mouth to his organ, she plunged her incisors back into the shaft with a vengeance and bit. Amid his agonized cries for mercy, she finally bit off the entire head of his penis, raised her head in glee, eyes closed tight, and revelled in the flavor. Her eyes opened to see the contorted face of the man she had just emasculated, and with an evil leer she proceeded to chew the morsel for 10 minutes, savoring the magic of it all. Then as he braced for the next bite, she lowered her head to take the next part of his shaft. Then the next, and kept taken successive, ravenous bites all the way down to his pelvis. Unable to contain themselves a moment longer, Marsha and Debbie each lowered their faces to his testicles and sucked them into their eager mouths. They took 15 minutes to gradually bite through his scrotum and begin the horrendous process of biting his testicles off. While their victim shrieked ever more loudly, they simultaneously severed their prizes and began the digestion process, taking a half hour to do so.
"My god, he's fantastic! Delicious!" exclaimed Marsha. "More delicious than any man we've ever eaten, in any way shape or form!! The flavor! The flavor! It's incredible!"
Debbie moved to his thrashing head, grasping it in her trembling hands. "Be brave my sweet. Please try to endure this.You are so incredibly delicious!! You are so good!!!!Mr. Yum-yum!!!! Stay with us. Share our joy. This is the moment I've been waiting for. I was going to try to save your face for later...but I can't. I just can't. It's just too sweet, too beautiful. Too enticing. I'm sorry, Jimmy. I've got to have it. I've got to eat your face off now. I promise I'll save your eyes and ears for later. We want most for you to see and hear when we finally eat your heart out. But your face is just too gorgeous to spare a moment longer. Get ready. Here goes..."
Debbie excitedly opened her mouth and drove her teeth into his cheek. "No Debbie..please!!! My god, not my face!!" sceamed Jimmy. "For the love of god, please don"t eat my face off!!!!"
But Debbie was crazed. She bit, tore, chewed. The little vixen ripped his cheeks apart with fury, then held his face firmly between her hands and slowly began to eat his lips off, starting with the upper lip, then the lower lip in two large bites.Many agonized minutes later, he felt her suck his tongue into her feverish mouth and knew in horror that her teeth were about to claim it. Sure enough, her felt the teeth clamping down on his trapped tongue, and she began to giggle fiendishly and relish the taste. Moments later it was off. At the same time, the gastronomic orgy continued at his lower body, with Julie savoring massive bites of his thigh while Marsha was savoring his muscular chest. Every few minutes they would pause to consume more wine and side dishes, and to carefully, expertly stanch his blood flow with ample surgical supplies. They began with an 82 Lafite, then moved on to a marvelous Haut Brion, and were now just opening their most prized Barbaresco. It was now 4 a.m. They were determined to keep him alive and conscious through the grisly evening, sharing the moment of each bite with them. At last, fearing he was sinking, Debbie knelt once again at his mangled head and whispered:"Oh Jimmy, you've been so incredibly brave. No man could have withstood what you've undergone. You've actually stayed with us and watched us eat you alive! You're amazing! Now it's time for the climactic part of the meal.Its time to say goodbye. Youve been fantastic!! Thank you my love.Weve almost finished you! Oh my god, youre almost gone! While Marsha and Julie go for your heart, I'm going to take what I've always wanted to take...you know what."
He blinked, almost paralyzed with agony, know what she meant. He tried to close his eyes but she took her fingers and gently peeled back one lid, gazing into that terrified eye, then slowly lowered her mouth to it and steadily sucked until the eyeball gradually yielded to her demanding lips. She chewed it in total delirium as her victim grew ever more hysterical. At the same time, Marsha and Julie expertly plunged carving knives into his chest, opened his rib cage and insanely plunged their faces into the cavity, eating his pulsating heart with a burst of final voracious appetite. It was the one merciful act the three ravenous females had performed the entire evening. As Jimmy expired, the crazed carnivoresses spontaneously raised up their blood-drenched faces with giddy,greedy, embarrassed grins, touched themselves in a peak of erotic splendor, and realized the ultimate climax of their respective lives.
"Did we really...?" Debbie murmured through her ecstasy.
"We did.." said Julie.
"Yes girls," shrieked Marsha, then whsipering so no one else in the world would ever hear: "Yes, girls...we actually ate a man...alive."
The end.
Giantess World
