Mabel's Meat by euel1, via ALT.SEX.SNUFF.CANNIBALISM

Mabel woke naked, smiling, in the feedlot that had been converted from a bathroom. As she lay on the thin foam mattress, she reached down and stroked her moist pussy. This was the best day of her life, because it was the last. In only a few hours, she would be meat roasting slowly over hot coals.

The door swung open and a tall man with brown hair, beard and glittering green eyes strode into the room.

"Morning, my sweet long piglet! Looks like today s the day."

Mabel grinned at him.

"How soon?"

" People are still coming in. I figure we ve got at least an hour or two until we take you out to the barn. " A concerned look crossed his face.

Still want to go through with this?

And disappoint our friends? We invited them to a barbecue, and the only thing we have to serve them is me! She rubbed her nipples.

I ve wanted to be cooked and eaten before a bunch of friends ever since I saw my first Dolcett. The fantasy turned me on like nothing else, except now we re making it real, and that makes me hornier than ever. You promised to cook me the way I wanted to be cooked, so you got me. I want to be cooked and eaten, and that s that. She held out her arms.

So fuck me a few more times before you roast me.

He flipped her on her belly.

Open your legs.

She spread her thighs wide. His fingers dug into her hips as he lifted her ass so her sopping pussy was level with his hard cock. Arms at your sides, I want your face against the mattress. He said and entered her with a single hard thrust. Damn, wet and tight! Never thought I d like fucking livestock so much!

Mabel moaned. She loved it when he talked as if she were an animal. She noticed she could see herself in a mirror. Every time he thrust into her, there was a ripple in her flesh, like a wavelet from a stone tossed into a pond, that traveled from her ass, down her back and belly, to end at her shoulders. She felt an orgasm building in her loins, and knew it would be a big one.

I m going to enjoy eating your flesh. His voice was harsh. You re meat, sweet, tender and tasty.

His words were enough to set her off. She cried out as her orgasm washed over her. Mabel could feel hot jets of semen as he pumped her pussy.

That was good! Mabel said as they lay together panting and sweating. She d been used as a fuck-toy by the men and women who were setting up this party, but -this- man fucked her with attention and intensity. She smiled at his groin. Again?

He sighed sadly. Give me a few minutes, O.K.?

While we wait, tell me how you re going to do me, when I stop breathing.

O.K., your heart should still be beating, but you should be unconscious by then. I ll take your head off with a meat cleaver and hang you up by the ankles to drain the blood out. Then I ll clean the organs out of your body cavity, stuff you with the cornbread stuffing and tie you back onto the spit to finish cooking you. Human flesh, even from a vegetarian, should always be served well done. We ll grill your organs for appetizers, they ll cook faster than your body. I ll put your headon a pole, so we can see it while we eat. Later I ll skin your head, tan the skin and mount it on a base I made from the plaster cast I made of your head.

Mabel sighed. There was something about being slaughtered, being butchered to be eaten, that made her pussy hot and wet. Being roasted alive would let her witness her own cooking, at least the first part of it. She would be dead at the end of the day, but wasn t having her fantasy made real worth the price? She noticed he d recovered, and was ready for the next round.

He noticed at the same time.

On your belly, piglet. This time I m going to fuck that pretty ass of yours.

She cooed as he entered her anus. There is something to be said, she thought, for the preliminaries.

He toweled the last of the water off her bare skin. Mabel s last bath had been nice, he d trimmed her pubic hair, then had her shave, until her pussy was clean and smooth. As a reward, he d masturbated her to orgasm twice with the massager-shower head. He wrapped a blanket around her. No sense the neighbors getting an eyefull. Mabel s heart fluttered. She was calm and relaxed, but she felt a flutter in her belly, the way she felt when she was a little girl on Christmas Eve.

He led her out to the red metal building he called the barn . It really had been a horse barn, until he d converted to...other uses. The door opened for the two of them, he swept her off her feet and carried her over the threshold. Like a bride into her new home! He said witha smile. She smiled back. More like a sack of groceries from the car. There were lots of chairs and tables, and she was surprised that there were so many people here. Not just the ones who had prepared the place and gang-banged her, but at least two dozen more.

He grinned. I didn t want any leftovers, so I invited a few more people. Off to the side, there was a long table with plates, silverware and napkins and a large basket of French bread. Her nipples came erect with the knowledge that the plates were for her flesh, and the bread was to sop up her juices.

In the center of the building was a pit filled with hot coals. On either side of the pit were two forked metal stands to hold the roasting spit more than a meter over the coals. She hoped that was high enough, she didn t want to cook too quickly. She wanted to last a good long time, long enough to savor her death.

Near the pit was a table, with an 8 foot wooden pole leaning against it. It was the spit she was to be roasted on. It was made of maple wood and soaked in water to prevent it from burning.

He led her to the table, then lifted her on it. Brother and sister cannibals! He proclaimed in a loud voice. We have gathered together to celebrate the sacrifice of this young lady. She is here to satisfy both her desires and our s. Her s, to be eaten, our s, to eat her! Before I introduce her to you one at a time, allow me to introduce her to the whole group. Presenting the main course, Mabel! He whipped the blanket off her.

The people began to clap. For the first few seconds she just stood there, not knowing what to do. Then she started to pose, turning slowly as she did to let them see all of her body. She was the center of attention, and she was going to put on a good show. The crowd applauded louder, and slowly rose to their feet. A standing ovation, she thought, wish I could do this more often. He helped her off the table, quieted the cheering crowd and led her out to introduce her to each person there. To misquote the Red Queen, he said with a smile, one should only eat people to whom you ve been introduced.

The people there seemed...ordinary. No surprise, she thought, the only thing different is they want to eat me. He led her from table to table, introducing her to everyone there, talking and joking. It was mostly a blur of faces and names to her, she was so eager to get on the spit, except when he had a blind man feel of her flesh and two others got into a mock argument over whether her knees or feet would taste best. Mabel s heart was fluttering as he led her back to the table. He massaged olive oil into every inch of her nude flesh, this was to prevent her skin from scorching. He brought her to an orgasm as the crowd watched. He then poured her a huge glass of wine, the same one that would be served with dinner.

The wine and hemp will help you to relax, as well as adding to your flavor. He said as he lit her a large joint. Just sit here and let them look at you. It should take 20 minutes to a half hour, I ll go mingle, give me a wave when you re ready. He walked away and she marveled at the fact that he was more nervous than she was.

She leaned back on the table, smoking her joint and drinking her wine. He d left the rest of the bottle with her, the texts recommended at least a quart of wine in her stomach before she was put on to roast. She could feel the crowd's gaze as she refilled her glass, took a thoughtful drag from her joint, and considered her situation.

She -wanted- to be cooked and eaten, these people wanted to cook and eat her. Mabel looked at the group around her. Do these people deserve the risk, just so I get to fulfill a fantasy? In a few hours, she would be cooked meat while everyone else would have to live with the risk of someone confessing and betraying them all. She felt a momentary flash of guilt, then shrugged it off. Everybody here accepted the price, because the prize was worth it. She remembered something she heard, Damned if you do, damned in you don t. So let s do it, damn it!

She inhaled the last of her joint, tossed the butt into the firepit, emptied her glass and waved it in the air to attract his attention.

He walked over to the table. Ready?

Let s do it.

He placed the roasting spit lengthwise on the table. There was a large, silicone rubber buttplug attached to the spit to help hold her in place, it glistened with a thin coating of bacon grease. On you go. Mabel lowered herself onto the plug. It was hard to get into her anus, the plug was bigger than any cock that had gone up her ass. She glanced at him. A little help here?

What do you need?

A push to get this inside me.

He put his hands on her shoulders. Like this?

Yes.

Say when.

Now.

He forced her downward, the plug wedging firmly in her colon. She whimpered softly.

You O.K.?

She smiled at him. I m fine, and I still want to do this.

His hands were still on her shoulders. You sure?

I m more sure now than I was before.

I, I ll miss you.

I ll miss you to, so we re even. Now tie me to this spit and roast

me.

He lowered her down. Yes. He placed her arms straight out from her shoulders.

He d measured her and made crosswise grooves on the spit at the proper places, so it was a simple matter to tie her down with butcher s twine. He started with securing her head to the spit, then worked his way down, being careful to tie firmly, but not tight enough to impede either circulation or respiration. He continued to her neck, under her arms, under her breasts, her waist, then each thigh was tied very high and separately to the spit. He placed her arms at her sides and rolled her over onto her belly, tied elbows and wrists together then both to the spit. Opening her legs slightly, he tied her knees and ankles to either side of the spit.

Two volunteers held her off the ground as he put a wide aluminum foil collar around her neck and the spit. This, along with a sheet metal deflector above the coals, a mist of water and a small fan were in place to make certain her head stayed cool so she would last as long as possible. Now she was ready to be cooked alive. He stroked her cheek. Any last words?

Just two. Eat me.

The applause rattled the roof as Mabel was placed over the fire. The heat was painful, then her body adapted to it. It was like being in a nice, hot sauna, except she was slowly turning. She hoped that the fire was hot enough to cook her. She could smell the wet maple wood chips that were tossed onto the coals to give her flesh a smoky taste. This is it, she thought, this is really happening, I m being roasted alive in front of my friends, who are going to eat me. This is the best day ofmy life!

She wasn t bored on the spit, she was having her fantasy fulfilled. Time flew past. She began to smell something like roast pork. That can t be me, she thought, there hasn t been enough time. The cement-mixer that was turning the spit stopped, and she was lifted off the fire. He was there, talking to the crowd.

Sorry to interrupt, but there are a few things we have to do, now that Mabel s starting to cook. Her hands and feet were wrapped in aluminum foil, to keep them from overcooking. He took a carving knife and fork from a table. Sorry to keep these tidbits for myself, but there are certain privileges to hosting a party.

She gasped, this was wonderful, he was really going to do it! He speared her right nipple with the fork and sliced it away from her breast. She could see that the nipple was almost fully cooked. He blew on it to cool it, then ate it. There were cheers from the crowd.

She couldn t have been happier. He had eaten an intimate part of her body. When he cut away her left nipple and ate that with barbecue sauce, that was just icing on the cake. Mabel was placed over the fire again. Soon she lost track of time, it was getting harder to think.

As she slipped into the darkness, her last thought was the hope that her meat would be tasty.

It was.