Caitlin

Caitlin
Two Years Later

I’m just finishing my afternoon walk.  Being winter it’s boring as hell with nothing much to stare at.  No bronzed bodies.  No nipples pushing through tight tops.  No exposed asses.  No camel toes.  Just snow and ice. 

As I approach Oak Glenn, my mind drifts over to our after hours business.  I never thought that selling various forms of human meat would be so fucking successful. My expectations?  It would die out in about two years.  We’re now starting our 5th.  And that has become a problem. The missing persons reports have been on the rise as of late.  Some say it’s because of regional sex trafficing while others say it’s all about the drug problem.  My bet is on the drugs.

Customers have, on a whole, have been quite happy with the service we offer.  Our delivery record has been almost spotless with the order arriving on time and the product alive and kicking.   We did have some minor issues with one customer.  Let’s call them Mary and Bob Smith.  Instead of tending to their package, Mary and Bob went to an all night party.  And when they did get around to unpacking their piece of meat, they weren’t very happy with what they found.  One very dead raven haired beauty.  It had been 18 hours since delivery was made.  Thirteen hours since she succumbed to a horrible, painful death.  Forgetting all about the fine print on the bottom of the contract, Mary demanded an immediate refund.  And when we said no, they both made the standard threat – we’ll go to the authorities. 

Coincidentally, two days after that threat was made both their daughter and their neighbor’s daughter mysteriously disappeared.  After a gut wrenching three days, their daughter mysteriously reappears at their front door.  But the neighbor’s daughter was still missing.  Their daughter had come through the ordeal unscratched with the exception of a small tattoo on her ass – 100% prime.  She also had a small package for her mom, Mary.  Inside the box Mary made a gruesome discovery.  It contained the nipples of their missing neighbor’s girl, Janet.

They have Sarah to thank.  She did the deed and packed the box.  We haven’t heard from the Smiths since. Nor has anyone else.

The neighbors daughter?  She died a very painful death.  Sarah and Cindy practiced their skinning technique.  Gutted her.  During all of this, she was also the guinnie pig for a new batch of drugs, both paralytics and stimulants.  Her life ending two weeks later in a sulfuric acid bath.

We’re now starting a new service, thanks to Sarah.  She said that a lot of young people have this unbelievable urge to experience being cooked alive.  Or, being butchered.  If they could, they would just walk into a butcher’s shop.  Sign any legal documents.  Smile when they were told that they would die.  And then happily walk to the back room and face their death.  Only regret appears to be that they could only die once.

Over the weeks, Sarah’s premice has appeared to be correct.  We helped forty plus bitches commit what can be considered the ultimate suicide.

At the beginning the process was quite simple.  The customer and Sarah would mysteriously make contact.  Sarah would text them for the next seven days to make sure they understood the implications.  That they would die.  Sarah and Cindy would meet them at a randomly picked location with Sarah taking the customer to the house and Cindy disposing of the car (Sarah forgot to pick up Cindy once for five hours). 

The customer’s out of pocket expense was a mere $150 in cash; most of the expenses were covered when the meat was sold.  And that’s where the process failed.

We humans are extremely hard on our bodies.  We eat all of the shit we shouldn’t.  As a result, the liver and kidneys not only taste rank, they can be extremely poisonous.  Want good tasting meat?  Don’t eat anything you wouldn’t feed your dog. 

Anyways. We now have a web-form that has to be filled out.  Were you or are you now a smoker?  Do you use drugs?  And are you an alcoholic?  This can actually enhance the taste of the meat.  How do you want to be cooked?  Should the meat be sent to friends or family?  And do you want to eat a piece of yourself before dying? 

The form can be found on our web site on the dark web. You wouldn’t believe how many times the feds have tried to track us since that form was added.

I shake my head and focus on the patch of ice ahead.  No babes and a lot of ice.  Winter is becoming my least favorite season. 

Caitlin
Play Time

I slide in the north east door of Calhoun to find Sarah waiting on the other side.  I give her a smile.  “I hope you bring good tidings.” 

She shrugs her shoulders.  “Our end of the web site is now more secure.  I just had the number of bounces increased to a little over 100.  So, unless they have an inside person on the payroll, the feds should never find us.  I can’t even find us.  Does that count?” 

It’s hard to believe this blonde is now considered an internet guro.  With an aversion to pain. 

I smile.  “So, we can unpack our to go bags?” 

She laughs.  “I never packed one!”

After a brief pause she continues “We have another batch of walk-ins. Thirty one to be exact…. This is becoming too much like a business, definitely not like old times.  The fun’s starting to disappear.”

There’s the cunt I grew to love.  If she had to pick between extreme wealth or pain, pain would always win out.

“Sarah.  What has been added can always be removed.  I mean, who in the hell’s going to complain?  Our customer knows what we’re, what they’re doing is extremely illegal.  And it’s not like they can register a complaint to the FTC.”. I shrug my shoulders.  “Do what you think is right.”

She smiles.  “I’ll let you know later this week.  But first things first.  Do you still brew coffee in your office?”

“I do.  And I still have that bottle of whiskey stowed away.  Needing something to chase away the winter blues?”. I unlock the office door and motion to Sarah to enter first. She smiles and heads towards the coat stand while I make a beeline for the coffee.  My first mistake. 

I pick up the Jack Daniel’s and turn towards Sarah.  The only stich of clothing she has on are two black thigh high boots.  “Do you want a little coffee with your Jack?  It’s hard to believe your titties aren’t frozen.” 

She smiles.  “Do you mean these titties?  Walking towards me I see something hidden in her right hand.  But it’s not unt she’s right beside me that I realize tbat something is a small syringe. Mistake two.

Moments later I feel my legs give away.  As Sarah slowly lowers me to the floor, she whispers in my ear. “Sarah needs some play time”

It seems like hours before Sarah produces a second syringe.  The antidote.  Within minutes I was able to start moving my toes.

“So James, how do you like our new drug.  It also can be given orally.  The hard on you’re experiencing is a desirable side affect.  At least it’s desirable to me.” 

While walking towards her coat, she adds “l met Cindy earlier today.  We were attempting to perfect my dessert.  And I think we got it this time.  Hope you like it! But you might want to go home and see if she needs a hand with finishing touches.  Oh, and before I forget.  I’m going to Baltimore tomorrow to pick up a customer.  I think her name is Caitlin.  But I can’t swear to it. I do know one thing – you’ll love playing with her meat.  Anyways, I could use the campany.  Please!”

She buttons up her coat and turns to leave. “I’m going to assume the answer’s yes.  And don’t forget your cunt.”

Caitlin
Chocolate

There are times when I forget how evil Sarah can be.  To her credit she always provides a reminder, today being one of many.  It’s been about ten minutes since she’s left and I can only move a few toes and fingers.  Barely move. 

Fuck!  Well, it does give me some time to think.  She mentioned that they finally perfected her dessert.  That bitch doesn’t cook – she hates spending any time in the kitchen.  But she does have this thing with chocolate…   Damn! She encased Cindy in chocolate! Again!  The positives – it could be good Kodak moment. And I do love chocolate.  There’s nothing I can do about it right now.

So.  Looks like I’m going to Baltimore.  If I’m right Cindy’s going to be in the tub for a while – at least a day. But why Baltimore?  That’s a fuckin’ six hour drive.  I have to assume Sarah has a damn good reason.  Like covering our tracks.   Something she’s extremely good at.

About three hours have passed an I’m finally able to get up.  I race to get dressed run to the car just to take a leisurely drive home.  Maybe Cindy’s not meant to survive this time.  This would finally end the wars between the two of them.  Cindy wanting me to sell Sarah.  Sarah wanting me to cook Cindy.  Cindy wanting to skin Sarah.  The list of wants just goes on and on and on… 

What the hell am I thinking of?  While there are times I even find it hard to believe, I still do love my wife.  Sarah – I just love her body.  And in reality, so does Cindy.  We’ve had many threesomes.  If Cindy dies, Sarah wins…  I hit the gas.

I walk into the house from the garage entry.  Everything seems normal.  Cindy’s has tuned to music for the holidays – White Christmas is now playing.  The smell of steak is coming from the kitchen along with the sound of a wooden spoon hitting the side of glass bowl.  Wifey is making dinner.  I start taking of my coat as I round the corner into the kitchen.  Standing in front of me is Sarah wearing nothing more than a smile. 

“Hi James.  I expected you home a bit sooner.  Problems with the traffic?”  She continues to toss the salad. 

“You’re an unexpected treat.”  I point to her left breast  “Looks like you got some salad dressing on your tit.”

She gives me a wicked smile “Could you do me a favor and lick it off?”

I pick up a nearby hand towel and throw it her way.  “Where’s Cindy?” 

Sarah points to the dining room doors.  “She’s working on a exquisite center piece.” 

Cold air hits me in the face as I opened the dining room doors.  On the table in front of me is Sarah.  Hog tied.  And covered with what looks like a hard dark chocolate shell.  She’s been perfectly centered on the table, placed on a large snow white doily.  At each end is a full place setting; Sarah used our good china, crystal and gold flatware for the occasion.  Guess I’ll be staring at Cindy’s ass tonight.

“James.  Could you do me a favor and close the dining room windows.  The chocolate should have set by now.”

I shake my head yes.  While walking to the windows I find myself staring at that chocolate statue.  My wife. 

Caitlin
Dinner

Both Cindy and the ropes binding her are totally covered in a dark chocolate.  Noted for her detail Sarah remembered to cover her eyelids along with the inner ears and nostrils.  Looking real close I detected a slight grimace on Cindy’s face. She’s definitely not a happy piece of candy.  I’d hate to be Sarah in a few hours. 

Showing a bit of her artistic side, Sarah highlighted parts of the body with deep reds.  Cindy’s ‘o’ shaped lips are holding a large strawberry.  A strawberry capped each nipple with  a line of cherries protruding from her cunt.  Not to be outdone her asshole was partially stuffed with a bright red cherry tomato.

My cunts legs are spread nice and wide using a bar spreader attached at the knees.  Her head is being pulled back by ropes tied to her hair.  That raised her nips from the table. 

I’m still circling the table in disbelief when Sarah brings in the food. “Sarah.  I think Cindy would agree – you definitely have perfected your chocolate dessert.  So how did you do it?” 

Sarah smiles “I used a spray gun and a lot of drop cloths.” 

“Spray gun?” 

“Yep, a spray gun.”  Sarah’s smile grows.  She loves explaining her works.  “The type of spray gun used by bakers to decorate cakes.  Cindy is covered by about eleven layers of a specially formulated chocolate.  It won’t melt and also resists cracking.”

“She is still alive, isn’t she?”  I’m staring at Cindy’s tits trying to discern any sign of her taking a breath. 

“She is.  But that may change in twelve hours.”  Her smile now has a devilish quality. “Whether she becomes our dessert, or a really pissed off Cindy is up to me. And to a lesser extent, you.” 

I give Sarah a quick look. “And what prevents me from giving my wife the antidote?” 

“Nothing, James.  But, the standard antidote just might kill her.  Do you want to flip that coin?  I whipped up a special batch of paralytic  just for tonight.  The base drug of course paralyzes her.  But I added a stimulant to increase all of  her senses while keeping her respiration in check.  Poor bitch.  Her only connection to our world is smell and sound.”

” So James, it’s now time to take off those clothes.”  Before I can say anything she adds “You do want me to revive your wife, don’t you”.

I start to strip.

Caitlin
Questions

I’m surprised how good the dinner is.  From the salad to the steak to the dessert.  Even though I was facing Cindy’s ass, I actually think I got the better end.  I’m still amazed how thoroughly covered in chocolate my cunt is.  So far I can’t find one square inch of bare skin.  Damn.

As to change the subject, Sarah brings up tomorrow’s trip.  “Will you be ready to go early tomorrow morning? We need to be there by noon.”

“Why Baltimore?”  I find myself staring at Cindy’s ass.

“When our pickup disappears from the face of the earth, the last place we need them to be looking is here.  I figure the distance will help keep us safe.”  I look around Cindy’s ass to find Sarah fingering her clit as she talks.

“You do know it will take more than distance.”   I push away from the table and walk towards Sarah.

She gives me this provocative look as I approach.  “This isn’t my first dance, James.  She arrived in DC yesterday and is staying at the Hilton Garden.  Tomorrow she will drive to the Smithsonian , take a bus to the Baltimore Museum of Art.  After purchasing a pass she’ll walk a few blocks to the South Gate at Wyman Park Drive…   Fuck, that feels so good!  Hey!!  Cindy!!  Your James is give my tits one hell of a message!”

I smile. “We’re at the South Gate…” 

After a brief moan, Sarah continues.  “She hops in the back seat and we drive west to just outside of Ellicott City.  There’s a lot of desolate country out there.  That’s where we have her strip and then toss her into the trunk.  I give her a shot and we head north and home.” 

“And how about her phone?”  I give both nips a twist.

She answers after grabbing my hands. “She drops it in the entry hall of the Smithsonian.” 

“Which Smithsonian?”  I break free and give her tits a hard squeeze. 

“Does it really matter?” 

It really doesn’t.  “So, when do we release my wife, you cunt.”

“Oh.  I thought after I had three orgasms.  And we get back from our trip from Baltimore.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!”  I grab Sarah’s hair and pull her head back.  I stare into her eyes. “What the hell happened to twelve hours?”

She laughs.  “I never planned to release her in twelve hours.  Part of me wants to see that bitch gone.  And this would be my chance to make that happen.”

As I’m about to choke her when she adds “Don’t worry James.  My plans have changed, your Cindy will be just fine.  I want someone else to see my work of art.  Thought I would introduce her to Caitlin. … oh.  By the way.  I downloaded the pictures.”

As she grabs my neat she asks “Cindy is off tomorrow, isn’t she?”