Dinner by Design
by Fire-Bird (Inspired by Dolcett)
Chapter 01 "Final Review."
Warning -
Dolcett is one of the most extreme artists around the world. He draws
people (mostly women) in positions of asphyxiation, cannibalism, impalement,
snuff, etc. This story follows his work very closely and I don't hold back
from telling it like it is. If you are not comfortable with descriptions of
this extreme erotica, then I highly recommend you don't proceed any further.
The story codes that are required by the BDSMLibrary.com website are there
for a reason. You have been warned.
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Kay Milton was sitting at her desk reading her report, when her room-mate
burst into the room. Kay looked up frowning from the abrupt intrusion only
to find her room-mate completely naked and wet. The towel she hung around
her neck barely covered anything.
"Kel? What are you doing?" asked Kay who was still getting use to her
room-mates funny ways.
Kay waited for Kelly to stop laughing. With tears in her eyes Kelly told
Kay they had caught a nerd and dragged him up to the girls showers. They
tied him down and gave him multiple lap dances. When the nerd's cock was
as hard as stone, they send him running without any clothes on.
"Won't you get into trouble?" asked Kay who was obviously the good one
out of the two.
Kelly barked another laugh. "Whose he going to tell? and they wouldn't
believe him anyway."
Kay returned to proofreading her report while Kelly dressed. Finally Kay
dropped her pen onto her desk. It rolled under a book titled Cannibalism.
"Phew! Finally done. I'm now ready for my reviews." said Kay stretching
her sore neck muscles.
Kelly looked up from tying her shoes. "God Kay, you're amazing ... I can
barely get through one major and you're doing two."
A smiling Kay turned in her seat to look at her room-mate. "Thanks Kelly.
I know I'll ace the Electrical Engineering. The spit I designed works
great ... but I'm a little worried about my Social Sciences Thesis.
Professor Johns is such a pain in the ass about proof, and I can't really
provide any."
A shiver tingled Kelly's spine. They had been over this aspect of Kay's
thesis a number of times already. She walked over to Kay and put her arms
around her room-mates shoulders. Her naked breasts pushed against Kay's
upper back and neck.
"Well jeeezee Kay! Its a cool thesis but you can't expect any girls on
this campus to volunteer to be roasted."
Kay loved it when Kelly pressed her boobs into her back. She wriggled a
little and Kelly tightened her grip. Kay had never known anyone to have
fantastic skin like Kelly. Her boobs were just so smooth and silky. Kay
often wondered what it would be like to eat them.
"I know." said Kay sighing. "Oh well, I better get a shower or I'll be
late."
Kelly lightly bit Kay's ear before letting go. She threw on a shirt,
picked up her bag and opened the door to leave. "Talk later."
"Later." responded Kay, already missing the feeling of Kelly's boobs.
Kay stretched her arms up above her head and let them fall onto the desk
in front of her. Her breasts bounced from her movements and she scratched
at her cleavage.
A few minutes later she was being soothed by a nice warm shower. Thoughts
flitted through her mind about her thesis. She really wanted to get a top
mark but she knew Professor Johns was the toughest marker on the campus.
Again she wondered about how she could find someone to test her spitting
machine on, but as quickly as she came up with ideas she had to discard
them.
She then realised she was rubbing her pussy lips. The idea of being
spited had occurred to her before but only in theory. She wondered how
it would actually feel if a large metal spit was inserted into her vagina.
How would she react to the cold metal knowing she would only be seconds
away from permanent injury leading to certain death.
A warm surge flowed up through her body. The warm water and her impending
orgasm pulled her mind away from the thesis. She continued to rub her
cunt lips. After a few minutes she shook from her orgasm and breathed
deeply from her exertions.
Kay dried her body off and quickly got dressed. She had no idea what the
time was and her ass would be grass if she was late for her verbal review.
Kay returned to her room and saw the clock. She didn't need to rush after
all. She had at least half an hour to panic before her review.
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"Why include only women in your theory Ms. Milton?"
Kay swallowed. Not only was she nervous as hell, but Professor Johns was
really asking some tough questions. Kay looked into the Professor's eyes.
They were sharp and seemed to be reading her like a book. His peppered
beard had a small tinge of grey in it but Kay wondered if the Professor
actually dyed it that way. For someone who was in his late 40s, the
Professor was in great shape.
Kay realised she hadn't given the Professor an answer. His female
assistant, Karyn, stood beside him beckoning Kay to give an answer.
"Well Professor, the population explosion is due to women giving birth
... plus a woman's body is naturally more tender, and meatier in certain
areas."
Kay knew she fumbled that answer. However the Professor didn't seem to
notice, he was reading her machine diagrams with a keen interest.
"Very well thought out Ms. Milton, and your electric spit design certainly
meets our criteria for the electrical engineering exam ... but the social
science application of cannibalism is still only a theory."
Kay felt defeated. She knew the Professor wanted proof. Anything written
on paper was simply theory to him. Kay knew she could pass the exam, but
she wanted more. She wanted to get top marks. Kay sat down in her seat
beside her electric spit. She spend months getting the right materials to
create her design. The cool metal stood placidly beside her like a pet dog.
"Ms. Milton, your thesis is fascinating." said the Karyn. "The design and
engineering of the electric spit is excellent."
Kay smiled at the assistant.
"But we can't give you the grade this work deserves without proof."
Kay stopped smiling. In fact, she felt her stomach drop. She figured it
was time to face facts.
"I know but I don't know of anyone who would volunteer to be roasted.
Isn't there anything I can do to improve my grade? Please?" begged Kay.
The Professor raised an eyebrow to his assistant, then nodded his
approval.
"Well, we do have a suggestion." said the assistant looking back at
Professor Johns. "But it will involve some risk on your part ... the
faculty is prepared to award you a Masters degree, with honours and pay
for your PhD studies if you're willing to take part in a small game of
chance."
"Umm ... Okay, I'm listening." said Kay.
Professor Johns pulled out a small bag from his back pocket. He opened
it and emptied the contents into his hand. There were four white balls
and one black one. Kay looked up at the Professor.
"A simple game Kay ... pull any of the white balls from this bag and you're
on your way to your doctorate."
"... and the black ball?"
"You attend the faculty dinner at 7pm tonight ... as the main course."
Kay wasn't really as shocked as she thought she would be. The rewards in
the game were what she wanted for the last five years.
"After all, according to your paper, Cannibalism is something we should
accept even if we're the ones being eaten." continued the Professor.
Kay couldn't argue that point, and she couldn't bear to let a years worth
of work go down the drain because she pulled back now. Besides, the odds
were pretty good she'd pull a white ball out.
"I do believe that Professor. Alright, I'll do it. If I lose I'll be
proud to be served at the faculty dinner.
"Okay Ms. Milton, take a ball."
Professor Johns offered her the bag. Kay reached in and fumbled with the
balls. Dismissing some, feeling others.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." said Kay. "But four to one odds are
hard to pass up ... here goes." and Kay withdrew her hand with the ball
in between her fingers.
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