Cannibal Cruise

Notes:

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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 6.

'Le Chatte flambée' is deservedly famous all over France for its imaginative lotteries and sensual, refined cooking methods. Armand, the owner, leads Samantha, Pierre and their friends to one of the commodious, private chambers facing the tastefully decorated stage where the main events will take place.

"Madame, Monsieur, we are very happy to have you and your friends among us today!"

"Merci Armand. It is always a pleasure to visit this temple of your art. We all look forward to meet your special guests."

"We are fortunate today. Ten exquisite, charming ladies will grace our house. Two will offer their delicious flesh to your discerning palates. They are all eager to make your acquaintance. Oh here come some of them, allow me..."

After introducing three lovely Ladies, the owner of the 'Chatte flambée' discreetly withdraws.

Chloe, Virginie and Chantal discard gracefully their deceptively simple, chic clothes. Inborn elegance even more apparent in the nude, they recline on plush couches, smiling while everybody hastily follows their example.

Soon there are two groups engaged in pleasant conversation, sipping excellent, chilled champagne. Chantal and Virginie have joined Jessica, Juliette, Betty and Justine. They all giggle with contained laughter as Virginie tells yet another of her funny, risqué stories.

Lovely Chloe holds the attention of Samantha, Pierre, Sally and John.

"Armand suggested we meet you -I guess because we three can speak English. I am delighted we followed his advice!"

"It is our great pleasure Chérie! Do you know Armand well?"

"O yes, this is my third 'Chatte flambée' lottery. Armand is a man completely devoted to turning lovely Ladies into ambrosial culinary pieces of art. Unfortunately the poor soul is a sentimental and suffers awfully. I had to comfort him, after my last lottery, when Chef Nicole stuffed poor Cécile's belly. Armand's eyes were full of tears!"

"Chef Nicole?"

"Armand's wife -and a great artiste! Mmmm, 'Cécile rôtie à la sauge et à l'orange' was simply divine. A continuous, gastronomic orgasm! Best delicacy I have ever eaten!"

"Are you not afraid?"

"Of finding myself in Nicole's, not so tender, hands? Terrified! On the other hand I love the thrill of the lottery, living intensely each moment as if it was my last... Such an indescribably high when I am not selected! So sexually aroused..."

"Chloe, Virginie, Chantal. Sorry to interrupt..."

"Coming dear Armand!"

"A kiss, dear friends. Wish me luck!"

"Come back to us!"

"Lottery survivors always remain as Armand's guests. You'll have me for lunch -one way or another!"

...

Ten beautiful, naked, elegant ladies walk gracefully to centre stage. Their ankles are automatically shackled in place as each mounts one of a line of raised platforms.

A pretty maid, naked except for high heeled shoes and a cute white coif, holding a silver tray offers one fashionable handbag to each lottery participant.

Armand's cultivated, caressing voice explains lottery rules. Samantha whispers a translation to her friends.

"Dear ladies, please accept these Louise Vuittoun handbags. The famous Designer Handbag brand has been kind enough to sponsor our little divertissement."

"Inside the bag you'll find hand mirror, a pair of bracelets and two anklets. Ladies, please put on bracelets and anklets and hold the mirror in your hand."

Springs hold bracelets and anklets open. Each assumes its round shape when locked over a beautiful feminine limb.

"If you look into the long mirror above and in front of you, dear ladies, you'll share a magnificent sight with us: Yourselves! Ten young, exquisitely beautiful women wearing only sparkling jewels. A sight to gladden the heart of even the most jaded of connoisseurs!"

A spotlight goes on over each of the young ladies, illuminating a round patch of floor in front.

"Our guests wish to enjoy the pleasant company of eight of you, lovely ladies. To grant their wish you'll only have to use your hand mirrors to direct the special light shining over you to the big mirror in front so that it reflects and falls over your bracelets and anklets.

A clever device inside will spring the jewels open when light shines over them. As soon as all four jewels are open, the shackles holding you to the stage will release your lovely ankles.

Regrettably this will only happen to the first eight of you who succeed in this exercise. After submitting to the tender ministrations of our talented Chef, the remaining two ladies will be essential in making today's lunch a memorable event in the lives of all present!"

Young women's faces reflect conflicting emotions: pride, lust, eagerness, anxiety, fear, ... Inner poise finally prevails. Conscious of their loveliness and appeal, a beguiling smile on their lips, they proudly display themselves to the entranced audience.

"You may practise for a while before we start, my dear girls. Your jewels are not active yet and will only beep when shined on.

While you get acquainted with the game, complimentary, cold hors d'oeuvres will be served to our dear guests."

Several naked, smiling waitresses come in from the kitchens. Pushing trolleys loaded with exquisite wines and delicacies they start serving tables.

Appreciative murmurs greet the last trolley contents. A roasted woman's torso, cleanly cut at the waist, stands upright on a silver tray.

Her beautifully preserved, pretty head, facial muscles skillfully set into an impish grin, has been joined to her roasted neck once again. Her arms, keeping the posture they had when she was spit-roasted, are raised above her head, hands held together, as if trying to show to advantage her impossibly big breasts.

A skillful waitress, biting her lower lip in concentration, proceeds to carve the glorious, roasted globes into fine slices. Her electric knife touches a breast and thick gravy squirts from the roasted nipple filling the restaurant with a heady, mouthwatering aroma.

Samantha and her friends salivate unashamedly when a spirited, pretty girl brings them a tray with a roasted forearm -hand still attached, Armand knows of Samantha partiality to 'lady fingers'- and several breast slices. They are not very hungry but the delicious fragrance emanating from the tray is not to be resisted.

"What are these deliciously tasting, coloured patches in the breast slices?"

"Oh, it is one of Mistress Nicole's ideas, Madam." proudly "I know because she is teaching me. I'll be kitchen assistant soon!

She had a clever device made to her specifications. It is like an enormous syringe with a thick needle. You puncture a nipple -can be used on buttocks too- and a thin, flexible, metal probe goes in through the needle. The probe unwinds and expands inside, making room for the charge of filling which is injected next. The probe then collapses and is withdrawn." sighing ruefully "Filling recipes are Chef Nicole's secret, and she is not telling!"

"Sounds very painful!"

Giggling happily "Sure is! Didn't poor Annette cry and howl! It is her juicy breasts you are eating. Using 'the Nicolette' is tricky, breasts should fill nice and evenly, enormous but still naturally shaped. It took Mistress Nicole -what an artist!- more than half an hour of careful work to fill each of Annette's breasts yesterday's evening. It was quite entertaining. I can't wait until I am allowed to prepare a girl all on my own!"

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Delicious appetisers and plenty of chilled wine make for a very relaxed and receptive audience. Lottery participants, apparently unconcerned, await Armand permission to start their deadly mirror game.

"You may start now my dear ladies."

Sally and Samantha are incredibly excited. For them lotteries are inextricably linked to orgiastic days aboard the 'Merideth'. They sit on each other men's laps, Pierre's long penis exploring Sally's bowels while John's thick cock fills Samantha's gushing pussy most deliciously.

Jessica, Betty and the merry maids share another couch, loud moans and sighs an indication of their mounting enthusiasm.

"Look at Chloe. She is so cool!"

Relaxed and enjoying the game, Chloe methodically points the beam of reflected light onto one after another of her jewels. She is rewarded with a most satisfying click each time she succeeds.

She is not the only one. Most of the other girls have already opened some of their anklets and bracelets.

There is one however, Cèline, who has fallen prey to panic. Fear fills her brain and there is no room for anything else. She can't even manage to shine the light over any part of her body much less over an anklet or bracelet.

Joyfully "That girl is as good as cooked!"

"Hope she is well impaled first!"

Giggling "Sally, you are incorrigible!"

Chloe has only one bracelet on. She is already thinking of the coming, wonderful lunch with her new friends when the mirror slips from her hand and falls clattering on the floor. She drops down fast, leaning on her hands, trying to recover the life saving tool but her shackled ankles do not allow it.

Samantha slowly opens her eyes after an earth shattering orgasm. A moment later Chloe desperate situation makes her cry in despair. Disengaging herself from John's still rigid penis Samantha rushes to help. Sally is not far behind.

Preternaturally loud clicks all around tell Chloe her time is running frightfully short. Samantha comes then unexpectedly to her aid. Lost mirror recovered, Chloe stands up and tries frantically to get her bearings. A last click and a communal sigh make her drop the mirror in surrender.

Mistress Nicole, renowned Chef of 'Le Chatte flambée', an attractive, mature woman, naked but for her immaculately white, cook hat, is on stage.

Her slender, sensual body draws many excited stares: Full, slightly sagging, breasts crowned by big, dark areolas and elegantly pierced, erect nipples; Narrow waist highlighting a full, tight, succulent bottom, followed by long, well turned legs; A sweetly convex, muscular belly displaying pubic hair trimmed to resemble an arrow... Cupid's arrow points the way to her dainty pussy from which a classy, decorative, silver and gold tampon cord hangs...

But it is her beautiful, sensual face, framed in raven black hair, which awakes passions. Her grey, beguiling eyes, bright with lust and mischief, inspire wild, erotic fantasies full of depraved, exquisite pleasures.

Armand looks at his wife with adoration, dreaming of the night to come: A shared, arousing recollection of today's executions and wicked cooking procedures. Replaying stereoscopic videos of the most stimulating scenes... "My angel will coax and plead again for a woman to execute leisurely in our bedroom. She is so eager to try her new toys!

We could do it tonight... There should be a girl available, ready to stock the smoking chamber tomorrow. Wicked, intimate executions make my darling Nicole so wild and hot... What a deliciously exhausting experience last time!"

"I'll pull slowly, shining, silver and gold cord between my teeth... Lovely Nicole will want to be impaled deeply and repeatedly. Rigid, impaling penis red with menstrual flow, I'll bite her tender buttocks and breasts, nibble her bloody vagina... My Nicole, all mine! What bliss!"

Armand is on the brink of orgasm. He contains himself with great effort. "If young ladies must suffer and die to keep my dearest Nicole radiant and full of life... So be it!

Back to work... What is my better half saying?"

"... delectable Chloe and delicious Cèline. Cooking these splendid specimens is a great privilege. I have chosen a deceptively simple recipe to preserve the exquisite taste of their tender flesh: Both will be oven roasted... but with different seasonings to underline each woman's own, distinctive flavour. Chloe's theme will be 'Mint', Cèline's 'Honey'. Mint and Honey, main chords of two symphonies of flavours chosen to enhance a roasted woman's natural richness!"

Chloe and Cèline sit, hands tied at their backs, on high stools set at both ends of the stage. Kitchen assistants feed them food pellets, offering wine now and then to wash it down.

Chloe, pale but apparently in control of herself, seems to eat with an appetite -no breakfast and a thorough flush for lottery girls!

Cèline, however, is a nervous wreck. Crying disconsolately, she refuses to eat. Cruel twisting of her tender nipples helps her along.

"Dear Chloe and Cèline are helping us with the stuffing."

"Don't be such a spoilsport Cèline, dear!"

"Each girl is being fed a different mixture of ingredients, carefully chosen to complement their personal 'theme'. Each will also receive her own special kind of anal stuffing just before being put in to cook. Oh, and I have chosen pineapple to fill Chloe's pussy and mango for Cèline's."

Nicole bows to polite applause. "A surprise dear friends: You are going to feast on Goddess' flesh today!"

"Yes, Chloe and Cèline will become Goddesses before being roasted! My assistants and I have perfected a procedure I call 'flesh sculpting'. Our young women's breasts, buttocks and pussy will be enhanced to divine proportions by the injection of carefully prepared extra tissue, donated by a third woman, shortly to join us."

Excited comments precede enthusiastic clapping.

"Monique, in charge of supplies, attends all the Restaurants guild's daily lotteries. She should be here soon, bringing us two meat girls. Guild's lotteries are quite businesslike and selected girls often too young and plain, but we only need the poor girl's ass cheeks, breasts and pussy. As there is plenty of time today I would suggest we have some fun with her first."

Cat calls and wild applause greet Nicole proposal. 'Le Chatte flambée's clientele is losing its exquisite manners appallingly fast!

"Please let us know your choice by clapping louder when I introduce the girl you want. The other will stock our smoking chamber tomorrow.

Ah, here is Monique!"

Monique a buxom, efficient looking woman climbs the stage pushing two Asian, teen-age girls in front. The frightened girls try to hide behind her.

"Hello girls."

In chorus "Selamat Pagi!"

"Can you speak English?"

"Sedikit... a little, Madam."

"Where are you from? What are your names?"

"Indonesia, kota Solo. Saya nama Leoni. She Lina."

"Welcome Leoni and Lina! I want to introduce you to some very good friends. But, please, first undress like all of us."

The girls start to remove their clothes, obviously awed by the small, select audience and elegant surroundings.

"Pray, tell us. Why did you attend the Restaurants guild's lottery?"

"We all female group, university end of career trip Europe. Saidatul -best girlfriend- dare us all lottery go. Get money for extra week Spain."

Lina embraces Leoni crying disconsolately.

"Did you know about lotteries?"

"Yes,... No. Lotteries only kota Yogyakarta. Solo, we buy perempuam makam... woman to eat." incensed "Lottery ini not fun, over in ten minutes!"

Lina, still crying, starts to pull down her satin knickers. A dribble of cum links her smooth, pink, hairless pussy to the soaked crotch of her panties.

"Must have been a very exciting ten minutes!"

"Lottery no fun! Wicked games cooking girl, fun! Home, family buy new girl, always several days much, much fun. Girl hurt, twist, moan moan, everybody plenty excited, I be licked deep. I lick, suck mum, dad, auntie,... everyone. Dad, brother, uncles skewer my pantat er... bum, I like lovely itch!"

"Only your bum?"

Shocked "I virgin!"

"Me, Lina, virgin too. Only bum!"

Chef Nicole moves behind both girls, hands weighing their breasts -Leoni's quite firm and prominent, with big, dark areolas. Nicole's hands wander down to cup the girls' warm, dripping wet pussies. "Yes, wicked games are fun! Which are your favourites Lina?"

Humping Nicole's hand and moaning lustily "Elder sister's hot tongue my pussy, nibbles tickly button." Nicole's fingers rub her gently "Ahhhhh, I plenty juices, uhhhh... she licks licks, I much wild hot. I push sharp, thin, bamboo sticks inside lunch girl's breasts. Mmmmmm... she cries nice, I heaven Ohhh, aaahhh... One last, long, thick stick, I push hard, she girl howl howl..." Nicole's fingers move faster "Stick one breast, two breasts mmm...mmm. Girl much hurt, plenty good shriek, family crazy happy. I come mmm...ahhh, I come uhhh... I commmeeeee!"

What a gifted girl! Pussy juices escape through Nicole's fingers to drip on the floor, forming an aromatic, big puddle. Chatte flambée's guests, eyes riveted to the stage, grope and fondle each other moaning and talking incoherently.

Lina is in a faint. Chef Nicole holds the young girl up, kissing and caressing her until she comes to.

"And you Leoni, which wicked games do you like best?"

Suddenly wary "I good girl, do same same family."

Gently nibbling Leoni's neck and fondling the girl's flooding pussy "We know you are a good, virgin girl, but it is very rude to cook a girl without a little fun first." One finger insinuates itself inside the girl's steaming vagina and wriggles.

Sucking the finger in with her pussy muscles "Mmmm, yesss, yesss. We play, three, four days before cook girl. Ahhhh nice! Girl plenty loud scream, sexy wriggle. Family much fuck, suck. Daddy loves Leoni creamy cunty, he greedy lick lick, all time! First cousin besar... enormous big. I like suck ahhhh, mmm grow more big!"

"First cousin's long penis. How tasty!"

"He plenty thick too! Always try skewer bum mine. No can! Hurts, ahhh, ohhh, mmm hurts good! One day, roast day, whole girl satay, auntie pushes long, enormous thick, bamboo pole up girl's bum hole. Girl shrieks shrieks loud good, crazy hurt!"

"I, first cousin much excited. Opens bum hole my! Uhhhhh hurts plenty good! Now he almost out... Push back, no no, I no want empty bum!"

"Auntie big push, girl sexy cries, kick legs wild. First cousin full in fast! I breathless, I satay girl too! First cousin tickles pussy, squeezes breasts... ahhhohhh, mmm I heaven, I heaven! Whoooaaaa! nice slide pain, almost out!"

"Mummy hold girl's head. Auntie one last, hard push. Howl sudden stop, pole out girl's mouth. Everyone cheers! Auntie proud."

"First cousin in out, in out, plenty fast! Itch itch, plenty hurt crazy good! I open mouth for fantasy pole, cousin trembles, twists breast, he come, I come, I come plenty muuuuch!"

It is quite a few minutes before Leoni recovers somewhat. Both girls lean on Nicole, idly rubbing their pussies, a dazed look on their faces.

"Mes petite filles... I am sure everybody here already likes you very much. We also love wicked games! We celebrated a lottery early this morning. This one was quite fun!" pointing to Chloe and Cèline "These two pretty ladies were selected and we are going to cook and eat them. But first we'll play some naughty, wicked games, will you help?"

"Naughty games? Cantik nyonya nyonya, er... cute ladies for eat? Cook hari ini... today?"

"Yes my dears, want to play?"

"Yes, yes! We hungry! Pretty ladies enak... delicious!"

"Wonderful my pets! Why don't you introduce yourselves? Come, don't be shy!"

"I Marlina Tasik, Lina. I love play with you. I know plenty wicked games!"

Loud clapping greets Lina's impulsive introduction.

"Hi, I Leoni Andriyati. I want be friends!"

An even louder applause receives Leoni's words.

"I am so happy my dears. We'll have a great time playing wicked games together! But I am a little worried about you, Lina. You must be starving, you fainted a while ago! How would you like a nice girl-ham sandwich?"

"Terima kasih banyak... thank you very much Madam."

"Call me Nicole." winking "I really look forward to play with you soon!"

Monique asks a waitress for two light lunches, served in her office, and takes Lina with her.

Caressing her breasts "Dear Leoni, I think you are a very pretty young girl, I like your titties very much." leading her to a raised platform in stage centre "Come show yourself to us!"

Clamps clasp Leoni's ankles as soon as she steps on the platform. Nicole holds playfully both girl's hands while fondling her breasts. A kitchen assistant slips a pair of handcuffs smoothly over the girl's wrists.

Cannibal Cruise. Chapter 6. End.