When you have certain tastes, having an accomplice is key. Luckily, Rick and I both share a love for fine dining. I decided that he should accompany me on a little hunting expedition. I have discovered a new hunting ground: the nude beach. All these lovely girls frolicking about in their natural state allows us to pick out the perfect meal together. No guessing if her breasts are natural or if she dies her hair. No wondering about tattoos and piercings. Plus, you can see the rump, the thighs and the breasts so well. It is nice to see how succulent the meat is before your bring it home. So many coeds these days are just too sinewy. We found the perfect girl. Young twenty something with meat on her bones. Not fat, but healthy. All natural and in good physical shape. Grade A choice girl meat. Our favorite.
We already had a plan to grab her. Another girl never thinks of another girl as a predator. At least not until she feels the chloroform cloth around her mouth from her accomplice. Of course she woke up in a cage with a lot of questions. Why do young girls always assume we want to sexually assault them or torture them? Rick assured her we were much more sophisticated than that. “You have a much higher purpose sweetie,” he informed her as he pinched her flesh in various places checking out her ample breasts, thighs and rump. You need to be able to pinch skin on the perfect meal. We measured her ass and thighs, even her belly. Makes Rick’s mind spin when he sees how many inches of girl meat he gets to tenderize and marinate.
I could already picture her a nice golden brown. I could already smell the seasonings blending with her natural aroma. Intoxicating. Made me moist in the panties. A yummy meal is almost as good, if not better, than a hot sexual encounter. This was the finest specimen in a long time. Didn’t need to plump her up. No silicone to remove. Beautiful round juicy ass. I am a breast girl myself, but Rick loves firm thighs with some jiggle to them. When properly tenderized and seasoned, makes for a most scrumptious meal. As we checked out our meal and discussed the different ways we could cook her, she became rather hysterical. I patted her head through the cage to calm her. “Don’t you work yourself up dear. It is not healthy for your body.” Silly girls don’t understand how increased adrenaline and blood pressure spoils meat.
I gave her a natural sedative to calm her, then pulled her out of her cage to prep her while Rick did his magic in the kitchen. He blends the right amount of seasonings and sauce to make girl meat taste out of this world. I washed her body and hair of all toxins. You can’t have any chemicals on a body before cooking for the best flavor. I even shaved her. She didn’t have much body hair, but a nice smooth firm body absorbs the sauce so much better. I returned her to her cage nice and clean and ready for basting. There are lots of way to prepare girl meat. Oven baked with some potatoes and veggies and an olive oil basting; takes awhile, but the meat is so tender and golden brown afterwards. Spit roasted with an apple in her mouth over an open flame permeates the yard with yummy smells. The meat is a bit tougher on the outside, but so tender on the inside. Girl stew. Big cast iron pot filled with water, seasonings and some veggies and your meat over an open flame. Really, with the right chef, the possibilities are endless.
Tonight, however, we opted for girl roast. Rick coat every inch of her succulent body with his special herbs and butter sauce. I used my knife to make a nice incision in her chest cavity so I could insert some veggies and potatoes. Stitched her right back up like a turkey. They taste so much better when they absorb some of the meat’s natural flavor. The poor thing was subdued but still criticizing our meat choices. It really is rude to make others feel bad for their tastes. I will not eat boxed and processed foods, but you don’t hear me being critical of what others eat. As I stitched her back up and told her how delectable she was going to be, and how she would feed us for weeks, I saw the look in her eyes. She was coming to terms with her fate. Rick finished basting her, while I poured us two big glasses of white wine. We put her in the oven with the light on so we could see her cook, sat back and reminisced about the other fine meals we have shared over the years.
The house smelled wonderful. When she was ready to be severed, I cut him some thigh meat first. “Enjoy. I know it is your favorite,” I told him. I love a quiet fine dining experience with friends. It is the simple pleasures in life that are the most memorable.
I have a man in my life who loves snuff movies. Instead of watching Titanic or The Notebook together, we do the snuff porn movie download thing from the Internet to my HDTV. It’s like Netflix but with the kind of movies you can’t admit you watch, let alone download. We were watching this blonde whore, who resembled me, get fucked and choked at same time. When her body went lifeless, and the guy in the film kept fucking her, my sick fuck buddy suddenly stood up and yanked me off the couch by my bleach blonde locks.
He dragged me down to the basement and kept mumbling about how hot sex with dead bodies would be. He was going to use me for his own private film. He strapped me down to his torture table and told me we were going to make our own home movie. He cut off my oxygen with a board tight against my throat. As I was struggling to breathe, I heard him sharpening his blades. I pissed myself in fear.
He came back with an evil glean in his eyes and informed me I needed a boob job before I could be a snuff star. I was weak from the lack of oxygen. There was no warning. He just raised his knife and started stabbing my breasts. “Silicon is for toys,” he informed me as he cut out my silicon bags. Blood was cascading down my sides. I was bleeding everywhere, but he informed me he would not let me die, yet. He just wanted to make me a natural woman before we made our own snuff porn. I passed out from the board on my trachea. Woke up covered in blood with barely B cups, a bad stitch job and puncture wounds. I was in a lot of pain. I begged for some drugs or something. He squirted a tube of Ben Gay into the holes in my chest, giggled and said “no pain no gain bitch.”
Later that night, as I sat on the couch trying to recover, he downloaded a film of what he did to me while he mutilating my breasts. I’m sickened to think what he stitched back inside of me.
