BDSM Library - Story: The Knobscot Cannibals, Chapter: Excerpt 1

THE KNOBSCOT CANNIBALS

The following is a series of excerpts taken from a computer in the office of the Byron L. Thomas estate and introduced into evidence at the so-called "Knobscot Cannibals" trial. They are printed verbatim as submitted to the court. WARNING: this material includes graphic descriptions of cannibalism and other practices that are extremely offensive. Be advised that it is not suitable reading for children or those who find the nature of the events too disturbing.

Excerpt 1

God only knows why I'm writing this! I get off just thinking about it all, so why do I need to risk putting it down on paper? Well, the truth is, it's ten times more of a rush when I put it into words. Furthermore, some of my overnight guests will probably appreciate a little background info. It might also be amusing to let the cows read it as a stimulating glimpse of things to come! I've even been considering titles. My favorite so far is, "Dining on Crystal." Is that sick or what?

It all started out as a joke. A giggle. I never expected to receive a serious response to either of the ads. In the first place, they were so bizarre, who could take them at face value? In the second place, I placed them in the personals of a couple of those sleazy pulp zines that come wrapped in plastic so you can't peek before you buy, and are shoehorned in amongst the sex toys and videos in "adult" book stores. I ran them under "Men looking for Women."

As the Advertising Manager for a Boston area newspaper I happen to know a thing or two about advertising in general and the personals in particular, and I honestly believed no real live woman would respond to such an ad, or even read it in the first place. At best, I expected to hear from some perverted cranks, or maybe a couple of practical joker types pretending to be females. I figured I'd have a little sadistic fun with them.

When the next editions came out, it didn't take me long to find the ads. Even buried among the dozens of fulsome blurbs from wanna-be doms and subs looking for playmates, they leaped off the page as if printed in shocking pink:

Female sacrifice needed as a banquet offering to the goddess Isis. Must be young and attractive with a shapely body and well distributed meat.

I tagged it with an e-mail address, one of those freebies you can use for surfing the naughty net sites so you don't get your working address cluttered up with spam offering products that promise to add an extra three inches to your natural endowment.

As expected, it drew only a few replies. Two were from women (or so they claimed), but they assumed I wanted to set up a bdsm scene. One wanted to know if it was just bondage or if any pain was involved, and where she'd be displayed. The other wanted to know if there was a modeling fee and how much. They were worth a couple of zesty e-mail exchanges. The other response was from an irate "born again Christian" who used up several lines of misspelled and badly typed verbiage to castigate me for worshiping false gods (or in this case, goddesses). Apparently the other magazine ads — the ones seeking playmates to strip, torture and fuck — are okay with his Christian god, but hobnobbing with the competition deities is a major no-no — anathema! He didn't even mention the allusion to eating her. Probably never noticed.

I had so much fun with that first ad, I decided to try it again. I'd make it even more outrageous this time, and more specific. See who answers. What's the worst that can happen? More babble from the religiously anal? More bondage models looking for gigs? This time I put the ad in five magazines and even found a bdsm web site willing to run it (after I assured them it was for research purposes only). Maybe you remember seeing it:

Young, attractive female wanted to volunteer as the featured course at a discrete private banquet. Prefer someone who will enjoy participating in the planning, preparations and pre-banquet orgy. Please include height, weight, measurements and a recent photo. Must be slender and well proportioned, but with enough breast, leg and rump meat to serve a party of six or more. Confidentiality a must.

To be honest, the inspiration for all this was a story I'd run across on the internet. Some German guy named Armin Meiwes had been arrested and tried for cannibalism. A male acquaintance he contacted through the web had agreed to be cooked and eaten for the sheer sexual thrill of it. What a concept! To talk someone into dying for you so you can cook them up as meat! My sexual orientation is different from Armin's so my own fantasy involved a beautiful woman allowing herself to be slaughtered and eaten for the thrill of it. At the very thought, I nearly came in my pants. Well, all right; I did come, although not in my pants. At any rate, it spurred my impish side into action. What if there is a beautiful young woman out there who fancies herself being meat? What would happen if I advertised for a human dinner the way Armin did? Would she respond? That's what got me going with that first lame ad.

The replies to the second ad were only slightly more numerous and included the expected couple of humor-challenged nut cases who thought I should be hunted down and exterminated, plus several girls thinking it was either a modeling gig or a coded solicitation for prostitutes.

But one e-mail caught my fancy. It claimed to be from a woman who called herself Crystal. She had spotted the ad that ran on the internet site. The fact that she had visited such a site (it features stories of torture, rape and the occasional tale of cannibalism) was encouraging — assuming she was for real. I answered her inquiry cautiously and saved all subsequent correspondence to cover myself, just in case it was someone looking to set a trap.

This is what she wrote.

Hi. My name is Crystal. I am intrigued by your ad for a female to be meat for a banquet. Is this a real offer? I have been reading stories about girls being cooked and eaten for years and am fascinated by the concept. The idea is so exciting I cannot control my body's responses when I think about it. I am twenty-four years old, 5' 6', 125 lbs, 36C-24-36 and am attaching a photo that was taken of me by a boyfriend last summer at a private beach. I'm slim, but not thin, and have firm, nicely shaped boobs. If I am attractive enough for you and your offer is real, not just a joke, I will have a friend take some other pictures of me totally nude. But you must convince me that you are not just playing a game.

She gave me her E address. The photo was of a shapely, topless young woman posing with self-assured cockiness against a background of sand and ocean. She had long, blond hair hanging in a profusion of curls to just below her shoulders. Her head was tilted slightly. One hand was on her hip above a narrow waist, the other dangling the scrap of bikini top that should have been concealing the nipples of her sumptuous breasts. She was grinning — an easy come-and-get-it smile. Definitely appealing. I answered at once.

Crystal,

This is no game. I am entirely serious. Nude photos are not necessary. You are certainly young enough and I can see that you are very beautiful and well proportioned, if that is an actual and recent picture of you.

Here is what I envision: a barbecue in which you are presented to a select group of guests for intimate examination, then slaughtered and cooked in a manner reflecting the highest standards of the culinary arts. You will then be consumed — tender and steaming — by all present. Another scenario would be a private ceremony: just the two of us. I would cook you and eat you myself over a period of time. Either way, the greatest pleasure of it for you would be in the planning and anticipation of the great event! I would insist that you take an active part in all the preparations, including the details of your slaughter and cooking, making sure that everything meets your own erotic expectations, so that the last moments of your life will prove a tremendous rush for you as well as for me and any guests.

The real question at this point is not whether I am serious, but whether you are who you say you are and actually aspire to such an experience. I believe neither of us can be satisfied on these points until we have met in person. At that time, we can make a final decision. If it turns out that you are as represented and wish to go through with this adventure, we will then have to work out the details by which you sever all ties with your current life.

You understand, of course, that it will be necessary for you to come live with me from the time of your agreement until the time of the banquet so that we may establish a proper bond and plan an exciting scenario in which you will be the star. Living with me may or may not involve sex, as you prefer, but the banquet itself should include a spectacular orgy in which your body is made available for carnal pleasure to any and all guests prior to your slaughter.

If you really are earnest in your desire to become food in a manner you yourself help design, tell me when it will be convenient for you to meet me for our initial personal contact. I don't know where you live, or even if you're in the USA, but I live in the Boston, Massachusetts area. Since I don't know whether you're real or perpetrating a hoax, I must ask that you come to me. I propose that we meet at a busy restaurant somewhere near Boston where you will feel safe and comfortable. If that is feasible for you, just let me know what day works best for you and I will send directions to such a place.

Byron.

Her response was quick.

Dear Byron:

This is very exciting! I get an orgasm every time I read your last e-mail. I live in a little town in northern New Jersey on the Pennsylvania border. I can arrange to meet you next Sunday during the late afternoon. Doesn't have to be a fancy restaurant. A Burger King or MacDonald's off an interstate will do.

I confess I'm a little nervous about this. It seems silly, since I am agreeing to meet with a man who has announced in advance that he's planning to kill me, and I've already indicated that I'm willing for him to do so. What could you do that's worse than that? Okay: rape; torture. That would be worse. I really don't want to be raped and tortured. That's not part of my fantasy. But an orgy which I help to plan would be exciting. However, it's the idea of being eaten that really turns me on. And your description of us collaborating on the planning of my own slaughter and cooking is so erotic I can hardly stand it!

Please tell me that pain does not have to be a part of it. I'm not really into BDSM. I tried bondage and being whipped with a couple of my boyfriends and although I had outrageous orgasms, I really didn't like it. What you describe seems so pure, so considerate of both our needs that I'm willing to meet you and see if you're real and will really treat me as an equal in this project.

Just to let you know I am no gullible fool, I will leave a message with my friends telling them exactly where I am going and when to expect me back. If you are not sincere or plan to take advantage of me, it will not be difficult to track you down by backtracking our e-mail exchanges. But I truly hope you are as honest as you seem to be. If you are and if you're willing to let me set the timetable, I will be yours — in due course — to fuck, cook and eat with impunity.

Crystal.