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This is a fantasy! Women are lovable persons and I would do anything to make them happy. I am a vegetarian myself.
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Cannibal Cruise. Chapter 4.
A cruel, merciless, rigid rod invades Samantha's tight anal sphincter. Pain should be unendurable but somehow it is turned into sexual passion. Her pussy floods.
Samantha's pert breasts tingle all over, her nipples are burning, they hurt most deliciously. Face red and flushed, heat burns her back and neck. She can't help moaning lustfully.
If this is dying she is more than ready!
Samantha opens slowly her eyes. Her pussy is really creaming. Excitement wakes her up. She is at home in the country villa she shares with darling Pierre.
The naughty boy is putting his early morning erection to good use. His warm body covers her back, hot breath on her neck sends shivers down her spine. His thick penis ploughs delightfully her sensitive anus. Pierre nibbles her neck, mumbling incoherently. Suddenly he moans his release, flooding her rectum with hot semen.
His breath gradually becomes more regular and Samantha knows he is asleep, his softening penis still inside her. She idly rubs her juicy cunt, too lazy to bring herself to orgasm.
It is so good to be alive! It all seems a fairy tale. The exciting adventures aboard the dream cruiser 'Merideth'. Visiting so many exotic places and meeting such wonderful, interesting people.
Surviving the 'Crew meat World Tour'. Collecting her bonus and moving in with dear John and Sally in their luxurious, South England mansion. Their hectic social life, attending many private feasts and entertaining friends.
Outrageous cannibal orgies at Sally's favourite 'Dolcett clubs'... Meeting Pierre, a shocked, occasional guest at one of them, and introducing the shy Frenchman to some deliciously wicked vices... Becoming a couple and moving to their Villa in the French Riviera,...
And now we are all going to meet again. How wonderful! Captain Jessica and dear Betty will arrive today to spend their holidays here at 'Villa Pucelle savoureuse'. Sally and John will join us tomorrow. I have missed them terribly. We have had so many exciting experiences together...
Betty, is so imaginative... She organized everything when a secret cannibal society came aboard the 'Merideth' in Marquesas. What a good time we all had!
A jolly group the Inannas -or whatever their name-, roaming the ship pointing, laughing, kissing and fucking passengers and crew with gay abandon. There were a few men too, I gave one the blow job of his life!
Two extra girls were cooked that day. Ship Chefs had devised a fancy lunch menu but the Inannas insisted they wanted to see 'girl kebabs' in action. Also the 'boiler babe'.
Betty arranged some hilarious food-play games and, for a final entertainment, we had the soup and lunch girls try to suffocate each other on clever see-saw gallows. Chefs finally started cooking them.
Inannas loved 'girl kebabs'! They became incredibly excited with the proceedings, several taking turns basting the roasting girls. Two bright, clever girls observed the kebab frames closely, planning, no doubt, on building one for their society.
Cooking a girl for soup was not such a success though. They said it was fun but you could tell they were not very impressed.
For the evening Betty suggested a hunt of dinner girls in the 'Execution and cooking hall'. Hunters were to use detachable tip -needles with coloured ribbons- spears. How the Inannas laughed and whooped chasing and poking the poor girls! Good to start an appetite!
Chefs surpassed themselves at dinner. Preparation and girl cooking was wickedly entertaining, their tender flesh delicious, the rest of the food exquisite.
That night a very pretty Inanna girl, Maeve, shared bed with Sally, John and me. Thinking of her brings back to me her strong, exciting musk...
Early next morning the Inannas celebrated a lottery. They had to leave some of their sisters aboard, taking the same number of pre-lottery girls with them. It was a very emotive parting with much kissing and embracing of the doomed society members.
Euphoria and relief at surviving their lottery brought the Inannas to a pitch of sexual excitement that needed release... We, of the 'Merideth', were eager to help...
About to disembark, they were a happy lot again, fondling appreciatively their new sisters' breasts and buttocks while talking endlessly of 'garden barbecues', 'wild surprise parties' and 'no-limits program of activities'.
The remaining Inannas assumed their new situation with very good grace. Captain Jessica offered them an easy execution by guillotine but all except one refused. They wanted to repay our hospitality with a good show. Four of them asked to be done in 'girl kebabs' -a very uncomfortable death if you ask me.
We guillotined one, a well padded girl, and decided to smoke her body for later use. Chefs cooked the others with a minimum of sauces or condiments so we could appreciate the delicate flavour of their flesh.
The brave girls were game until the very end, giving excellent entertainment. I can almost taste their subtly flavoured meat again...
Something stirs inside Samantha's rectum. A strong hand covers hers over her pussy, another sneaks under the pillow to cup her right breast. Teeth and tongue tickle and nibble her ear.
Samantha's anal sphincter is stretched to bursting point. She gasps as Pierre's thick penis withdraws almost completely to plunge deeply inside her rectum immediately again...
Loud gasps and moans intermingle while the lusty couple writhes on the big bed. Their frantic movements synchronize. Pierre gasps, giving one last strong push, and Samantha cries her orgasm.
"Are you awake Chérie?"
"Of course not. You'll have to try harder, dear Pierre!"
Groaning "I can't right now." In mock desperation "You are insatiable, ma petite Louve!"
"Howl, Hoooooowl!"
"Come on, let's share a shower and then have those lazy maids of ours prepare breakfast."
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"Juliette"
"Justine"
"Justine, Juliette, where are you?"
"I'll check in their room."
Samantha returns, followed by two sleepy eyed, tousled, young girls.
"So you had a late night again. Naughty, naughty!"
"I am famished! Could we have some of that girl-ham we brought from the club?"
All four sit down to coffee, orange juice, warm croissants and girl-ham. Strong, life giving, coffee soon wakes the yawning girls completely up.
"Another lottery?"
"Yes!" answers Juliette enthusiastically.
"I bet you forced poor Justine to go."
"Shy, virtuous Justine had the time of her life! Didn't you Sis?"
Justine blushes, looking down at her plate and munching ham self-consciously.
"I had to drag her home from the final orgy or we would still be there. I don't know how can she sit on her VERY sore pussy today!"
"Was it good?"
"Well... It is a new, low class club. Only two lotteries per year. Nothing fancy or imaginative, but they are very enthusiastic..."
Eagerly "And there are several male members!"
Giggling "Some of an amazing caliber! My sister, Justine, has measured them all -in all her orifices!
Yesterday there was a full house, more than twenty club members -five men!- and ten lottery girls. All of us stark naked.
Club members admire us, clean shaved girls, with ill concealed cravings. They fancy an impalement and we, lottery girls, eagerly agree to spit our future dinner ourselves.
It is a quick, basic lottery: A cloth covered glass on a table. Each of us picks a coloured, plastic ball from a bag. The club president, a merry lady, uncovers the glass: There is a white ball inside. Marie, a lusty, big breasted girl we had met at some other lotteries, holds a white ball.
She screams and tries to escape. There is an exhilarating, cheerful chase and she is triumphantly brought back to us.
Impatient girls hold her down, over the table, while I pick up the steel spit. I ask Marie where she wants it. She just screams on. I push it hard, up her cunt. She squeals like a... well a long-pig.
We, girls, struggling with the weight, lift her and fix the spit vertically. Marie really howls now, arms and legs flailing desperately, big boobs jumping up and down most enticingly.
We join the blazing orgy. We grope, suck, fuck,... until we can't go on any more. We rest and watch Marie fuck the spit -she moans very sexily, I wonder if she is orgasming.
Still alive, she is taken down and set on a table. The club Chef, -Justine's darling- a strong man, cuts her head off and pushes the spit fully through. We set her to roast over the firepit, taking turns to turn and baste her.
Marie's head looks at us with a silly grin while we enjoy her sweet meat and many other delicious side dishes, all washed down with a heady red wine. I get a roasted foot and ma soeur enjoys tender buttock -with the Chef's compliments."
"Jacques let me taste her roasted pussy too. Délicieux!"
"After dinner the general mood becomes more and more randy. A final, all night orgy ignites. Shy Justine licks every pussy and rides every cock..."
"Really girls, I thought you had more class. What a boorish way to go about it! No cleverly designed lottery ceremony. No refinement, no style. And that poor girl dying before being put to cook..."
"Why do you do it? You can have all the girl-meat you want here with us. And we pay you well..."
"You would not understand Pierre. That's the way we girls are. We love the excitement!"
"And sex after lottery is... Wow! You do understand Samantha. Don't you?"
"Well,... yes. I remember when crew lotteries started aboard 'Merideth'...
I and my friend Lola were on guard duty when the meat-securing detail came to us. We were absolutely terrified... But also incredibly excited -I could not help rubbing my dripping pussy. The detail sailor girls were armed with stun guns but Lola did not offer resistance. They tied her hands and attached a cable to her white collar.
One of the sailors, knowing how I felt, took over my guard duty so I could find relief. I flew to Sally and John's cabin and drove them both to exhaustion -from then on they would always be waiting for me after lottery results.
I loved Lola but I somehow associate her demise to incredible pleasure. It was her gift to me and everybody aboard. She was kebab-ed and I came again and again just biting on delicious flesh, sliced from her still living body"
Juliette and Justine chorus "Wow! I want to enrol!"
"Don't be silly. I was incredibly lucky. You, my little angels, would not stand a chance."
"We are expecting very special guests, girls. None other than Jessica, the famed captain of the 'Merideth', and her sweetheart Betty -in charge of 'Recreation and Games' aboard. Also a nice couple Sally and John -veteran passengers in that ship and intimate friends of your mistress, Samantha."
"We can't have any of you eaten by that barbaric cannibal club while we have special guests, can we? Come, promise not to attend lotteries again -at least not until our guests leave."
The girls remain stubbornly silent, pouting.
Samantha and Pierre look at each other "Look my pets. We can't take you with us to our 'Dolcett clubs' -they are awfully expensive-, but you'll have a good time with us from now on. And knowing our guests I can promise you a lot of 'fun and games' while they are here. Will you promise?"
Two excited voices "Yes Mistress!"
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Samantha and Pierre pick up Jessica and Betty at the airport. After a light, delicious lunch in a classy restaurant, 'Le Chatte flambée', they all drive back to 'Villa Pucelle savoureuse'.
"Juliette, Justine. We are home!"
Both girls come chasing each other, giggling uncontrollably. They stop, silent and shy, when they see Betty and Jessica.
"Meet our very good friends, captain Jessica and Betty of the 'Dolcett World Cruise Lines' ship 'Merideth'.
Betty, Jessy, these are Justine and Juliette, our maids. We love the little dears as if they were our own daughters."
"Come on girls, don't be shy. We won't eat you." winking "Not yet!"
"Jessy is joking. Come my angels, give us a big hug!"
Justine embraces Betty. Juliette, more daring, kisses Jessica's mouth.
"Right! Everybody undress! At home it will be as if we were aboard the 'Merideth' -as Sammy has told us so many times."
Excited "Yes Master!"
"Being naked feels wonderful!" seeing Pierre's wide open mouth and the maids' awed looks "Here we go again. Good, let's find somewhere comfortable and you all can feel my beauties -but my bum MUST be fondled too!"
They gather in the big, thick carpeted dining room and tumble together, laughing and giggling childishly. Betty's enormous boobs are licked, fondled and weighed to everybody satisfaction, her bum royally praised, tickled, kissed and caressed. Naughty Juliette licks Jessica's pussy, inhaling deeply its heady aroma.
"Wow! You sexy girl!"
"Isn't she? But you'll find our quiet, shy Justine even more of a nymphomaniac than her sister. We just found out both have been attending cannibal lotteries regularly!"
"Only five times." pipes Justine, pouting "Always for cheap 'Dolcett clubs'. They say top class clubs will fight each other to have us in lotteries -in a few years!"
"If we last that long! What is the best way to cook a girl, Betty?" interrupts Juliette.
"Oh, there are many wicked, exciting ways. But cooking girls is the job of the ship Chefs, I take care of 'Recreation and Games'.
Both maids "Tell us!"
"Well, I prepare sight-seeing tours at different ports of call. Sometimes I take half the crew and passengers to famous picnic grounds...
There is a wonderful park near Sydney in Australia. It is incredibly beautiful with many charming places where groups of friends, big families and cannibal clubs gather on weekends to enjoy a good meal."
Everybody "Tell us!"
"It is in a big area, west of Sydney, called 'Blue Mountains'. The park has lush vegetation and many eucalypt trees. I always connect to Internet to check schedules of cooking and executions before reserving a place for our group. That way we can wander leisurely round the park, enjoying other people's activities, on the way to our assigned place. Anything can happen there: From plain hanging contests to complicated lotteries where several girls sit on rocket-driven spits playing a collective computer game.
Once I saw a big family cooking a woman in a most unusual way -Chef took a lot of notes: Wrap a young, plump girl in banana leaves steeped in secret sauce -secret to poor Chef. Tie her firmly, insert hollow straws in her nostrils so she can breathe, cover her body with wet clay and put her inside a hot oven to cook. After a few hours, break the formed clay pot and enjoy a meal fit for Gods."
"What about your lunch?"
"Oh, I radio the 'Merideth', find out which crew girls to cook, and string the poor dears up -we only do fancy executions aboard. A classic, but always good fun! There are ovens and firepits in the park, our groups usually want their girls spit-roasted."
Awed "You must be always very busy, Betty."
"Yes dears. Your poor Betty is always thinking of new activities, costume parties, ball contests, food-play games, theatre plays,..."
Kissing Betty passionately "My Betty is a sexy, lovely genius!! Her last play was a great, great success!"
"I also love you Jessy!"
"What was the play about?"
"I got the idea from the Nuku Hiva secret cannibal society. Goddess Inanna goes down to Hell and the Queen of the underworld hangs her beautiful, naked body on a hook to eat of her flesh. When Inanna returns, willing priestesses have to be periodically executed to take her place in Hell.
I was lucky to find imaginative ways to execute five -lottery chosen- 'priestesses' and the audience liked it."
"You are too modest. They ADORED 'Inanna'!"
"We DO LOVE the 'Christian maidens in the Roman arena' play. We have seen the stereoscopic recording many times, and Mistress has told us all the juicy bits."
"My Betty did a re-play in last tour. The scene 'Pasiphae and the white bull' was such a success, that we had to repeat it next day: Four 'Bulls of Zeus' mounting four 'Pasiphaes'. What an energetic skewering of royal anuses!"
"Knowing my Pierre's preferences, I am sure he would like to play 'Zeus' Bull' at least once!"
Poor Pierre stammers incoherently, blushing a deep red.
"He may have occasion one of these days."
"How can it be?"
"We have a surprise for you!"
"Do tell, Jessy!"
Coyly "Better to wait until Sally and John are here. That way we won't have to explain twice."
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"Uhmmm, Ahhhh, c'est bon, c'est bon... comme tu le fais bien... Tiens, je jouis... tiens... prends tout! Ahhh, Oh ouiiii, encule moi bien a fond!"
A car horn wakes everybody in 'Villa Pucelle savoureuse'.
"Mine, mine! Give it to me Chérie! --Oh Merde! Who is it now?-- Your bum is mine Samantha. Um, Ummm, Give it to meeeee! Je jouis aussi!!"
Samantha remains in bed while Pierre, penis dripping, hurries to open the villa's electric gate.
"They are here! They are here!" Juliette and Justine wait for Betty and Jessica before opening the door to meet the newcomers.
Pierre hurries back mumbling something about helping Samantha clean herself.
Initial shyness lost, the maids help Betty and Jessica to undress the new guests with youthful enthusiasm. Samantha throws herself at John and Sally, embracing and kissing them excitedly.
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"Glad to meet you again old chap!"
"Welcome mon ami. How was your trip?"
"Excelent, thank you. Sorry if we woke you up. Took the overnight EuroTunnel train, car and all."
"Not really sleeping, actually. How is the old tunnel doing?"
"You should tell me, you cunning investor!"
"Poor shareholders still waiting for profits, I am afraid."
"Juliette, Justine! Come, help me bring in some parcels from the car!"
"Yes Mistress Sally!"
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"Just the thing for your splendid dining room!"
Unwrapping three big boxes feverishly "You should not have bothered dear Sally. What is it? Justine, Juliette, help me! I can not wait! Oh! oh! Hurry up girls!"
Everybody stares in marvelled appreciation. Three glass encased, exquisitely beautiful, smiling girl-heads stand revealed in all their glory: Blonde, brunette and a charmingly freckled red-head.
Embracing Sally "I ADORE them! So cute! They are perfect. Perfect! Where did you find them?"
"Portobello flea market, in London. A quaint old shop, full of what our cousins from the colonies would call 'junk'. Tasteless things: A girl's hind quarters with a beer-pissing cunt, ..."
Pierre, whispers to Samantha "Le cul?"
"Yes, dear Pierre. 'Hind quarters' include 'le cul'."
"Tasteless my Sally said... I suggested filling her up -beer barrel inside, you know- with a stout Guinness..."
"Wrong colour mon ami. Champagne... Mon Dieu, Champagne would be perfect!"
"Extraordinary rear view, old chap. Absolutely fantastic! A charmingly pink anus and a positively blooming pussy. Deliciously life-like. Glistening with fragrant juices, inviting... I thought some parts might..., that is... It crossed my mind they could be, er... well, you know, 'Functional'!"
"John! This is too much! You already have the real thing!!"
"Attached to us!"
Dreamily "A charmingly pink..."
Incensed "I love anal too, Pierre, but you, you... You are an addict!!!"
Proudly "It is a hobby of mine, Chérie. I am a 'female bum connaisseur'."
Posing and then twisting her body to check "How do you like mine? Should it really be pink?"
"Betty!"
"But I would like to know, dear Jessy... He is, after all, a bum cunny-seer!"
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Cannibal Cruise. Chapter 4. End.
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