‘Shit! I’ve never known someone so impatient to die.’ Sarah gives Cindy’s body a once over. ‘I’m going to remove your skin in one piece just in case James wants to have it stuffed and mounted. Thought I would start here… ‘ Sarah places a finger on top of Cindy’s clit. ‘Work my way up this way.’ Her finger slowly goes up Cindy’s body, over her bellybutton, between her breast and up her neck. ‘Stopping here.’ Her finger stops at the bottom of Cindy’s chin.
The Order
Just Another Day.
This is the part of my afternoon walk I enjoy the most – the park bordering the southern side of the college. It has everything you would expect from a large park. Two nice sized lakes. Tennis courts. A baseball and soccer field. Picnic areas. All surrounded by fields of green, beautiful flowers and enormous trees.
On my favorite walking path, I’m approaching Oak Glenn, a nice green field snuggled between several large stands of towering oaks. Because of its remote location, over the years it’s become the favorite place for coeds to sunbath. Today is no exception. There are at least fifteen beauties spread across their brightly colored beach towels enjoying the unusually warm September day. The sweat on their golden skin glistens like tiny diamonds in the bright afternoon sun. And their tiny bikinis leave truly little to the imagination.
As I slowly walk down the path, I mentally rate each body I pass. Would she make a good sex slave? Or would she be better as a toy in a gothic bondage setting, screaming as her body is brutally tortured? Or would she be a nice slab of meat for some cannibalistic feast? Cooked live over an open fire. Being basted as she turns. Whatever, it feels like it’s past time to pick out my next victim to add to our catalog.
Making some mental notes, I finish today’s walk at my second-floor office in the old Calhoun history building. One of the larger offices on the second floor, it has a beautiful view of the Graduate’s Courtyard, a two-acre plot of lush green grasses with a few trees added to offer some needed shade. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have the coeds from Oak Glenn. I barely get to sit down when a student sticks her head through the open doorway.
The Order
A New Customer
‘Doctor Savage, am I too early?’ Sarah’s beautiful smile is only surpassed by her fantastic tits framed by waist long golden blonde hair. She always dresses to please, today wearing a tight white top and tiny white shorts. They show off her golden tan and other assets leaving just enough for one’s imagination.
‘You’re never too early! Come on in!’
She steps in, quietly pulling the office door closed behind her and then locking it. She slowly walks towards me, being the tease she is. Finally, after what seems an eternity, she sits on the corner of my desk looking down at me with that sexy smile.
‘Jack, I have some good news.’
Placing my hand on her thigh, I ask. ‘You’re going to fuck me?’
With a laugh she answers ‘That goes without saying you pervert. But only after we figure out how we’re going to fill the next order. And before you ask, the customer is new and from out of state. Vermont to be exact. And yes, he passes all of our checks.’
‘So, what is he looking for?’ I give Sarah’s thigh a good squeeze.
‘Two slim companions with nice round tits and very tight asses. He prefers redheads but will take blondes or brunettes. And while he didn’t say, he kind of implied that their use would probably be short term. My guess, they will first help satisfy his sexual needs, and then his sadistic ones.’ While moving my hand up her thigh she adds, ‘Your wife would be perfect for one of them!’ She gives me a big sadistic look.
‘I’ve thought of selling her off…” I put my hand down Sarah’s shorts. ‘But I just enjoy that sexy body way too much!’
Sarah grabs my wrist and suddenly stops my hands downward progress. Pointing at her tits she asks ‘This body doesn’t compare to Cindy’s? It doesn’t make you happy? It really isn’t good enough?’ A frown spreads across her face. ‘Maybe we’ll need to forget about that fuck…’
‘Sarah, my Sarah. If you only had red hair…’
She laughs. ‘You and that fetish of yours.’ After a brief pause, she smiles. ‘Remember the time I dyed mine red and you said you missed the blonde me?’
I shrug my shoulders. ‘What the fuck do you want me to say? It’s not my fault you make a better blonde…’ I pull my hand out of her shorts and stare into her deep blue eyes. ‘How much?’
‘What do you mean how much? Sarah asks.
‘How much will our Vermont guy pay for his new toys?’
‘A nice two hundred fifty k if we deliver in three days. Only seventy-five if it takes longer.’
‘Hmmm. Maybe I do need to sell my wife.’
Sarah laughs while stripping off her clothes.
The Order
The Wife
Cindy is waiting at the front door with martini in hand. ‘I hear you might be considering shipping me off to Vermont in exchange for two jugs of maple syrup. So, tell me dear. Are you getting tired of this pair of jugs?’ She bends down exposing her tits as they spill out of her low-cut top.
Cupping her tits with my hands before answering, I give her an inquisitive look. ‘Well my dear, I’m not sure where you’re getting your info, but you’re going in exchange for only one pint of maple syrup. Not two jugs. But it is Vermont. Nice place this time of year, so I hear. Oh. I left the shipping crate in the garage when you’re ready.’
Cindy slowly straightens up. She has a very seductive grin on her face as she turns around and walks towards the dining room, removing clothes as she goes. I enter as she is spreading herself across the top of the dining room table, completely nude. There is a large bottle of maple syrup by her left hip, along with a knife and fork. She turns her head to face me and then proclaims, ‘Dinner has been served!’
Never had a maple syrup coated Cindy before. Damn, she was good! Four hours later, after the meal and cleanup we were sitting at the kitchen table finishing off yet another round of martinis.
Cindy gives my foot a gentle kick when she asks ‘James. When are you going to get rid of Sarah?’
‘Getting jealous?’ I kick back.
‘Well, you must admit. Very few wives wouldn’t be pissed knowing that their husband’s screwing someone 12 years younger.’ Cindy downs the rest of her martini.
‘I thought you loved the threesomes? And don’t you and Sarah get together Tuesday and Thursday afternoons for some playtime?’ I’m beginning to wonder if sending Cindy to Vermont wouldn’t be a bad idea after all! I start making her another martini.
‘Don,’t get me wrong. I die for those threesomes! And those afternoons get togethers. But I’ll admit. I am getting a little jealous of your one on ones. If she wasn’t so Sarah. So beautiful! She fucked you today, didn’t she!’ She gently starts swirling her new martini.
‘You know she did, or you wouldn’t be asking.’ I stand up and put my hand on her shoulder. ‘Cindy, I need to show you something.’ We both walk down the hallway towards the garage. I unlock and open the door, motioning to her to go in first.
The garage light snaps on revealing our two cars. On the other side near the workbench there is a large wooden box. Or crate. It’s about six feet long. Two feet deep. And two plus feet tall. Cindy spills some her martini when she spots it in the bright light. She turns around, a tear running down her cheek. ‘So. You are tired of me. This body…’
As I pull her towards the crate, she starts crying and begging to be given a second chance. I just shake my head and pull her closer. When we’re finally beside the wooden crate, I push off the lid and ask her to look inside.
A smile comes across her face as she wipes the tears away.
‘It came today while you were away. I was just wondering where you wanted to put your new grandfather clock. I can’t believe you didn’t see it earlier!’ I give my wife a hug.
The Order
Who
My first class deals with sexuality in ancient Rome. Surprisingly, females make up most of the class. Not surprising, Sarah is one of those females. Today she places a letter on the speaker’s podium before going to her front row seat. This should be her list of girls she would use to fill our new order.
Having a few minutes, I open the envelope and quickly scan the enclosed list. At the top is my wife Cindy. In bold type and underlined. I look her way and shake my head. Her response? She opens her legs wide exposing her clit. In the past I’ve wondered if she could survive a day without sex. My answer – I hope not! I give her a quick grin.
She did good this time. There were times in the past where the list consisted only of coeds from this college. Coeds that she despised. While we have used them on occasion my preference is to fill our needs from nearby towns.
And there have been several times when we grabbed someone from out of state who just happened to be passing through town. Can never waste an opportunity when it presents itself. Not in this business. We add them to our herd in hopes that a future order would need their skills. Or their body type. There were times we ran an auction in hopes of finding a buyer. Worst case, we would use them for our own pleasure and then dispose of the bodies when were tired of them. Or dead.
And then there is my wife, Cindy. She works in the ER at a local hospital. It’s amazing how much fresh meat she finds that is extremely usable. Either at her hospital or those hospitals in the surrounding counties. And quite frequently, we do. She’ll have her list ready mid-day.
Because this is a rush order, the pickings are going to be slim. Sarah’s list consists of five names, one, as I mentioned, being my wife. The first is a college coed, a freshman. She is in this class, also sitting in the first row. I just happened to see her sunbathing yesterday during my walk. She would fulfil any need. Being a nice piece of meat, she would please any male or female. The second name is the daughter of a friend. Now a senior in high school, she fucked me when she was a sophomore. Based on that experience, she would definitely do. The only problem – I know them both. The other two were from nearby towns. It would be nice to get the 250k. Unfortunately, it was looking like we would have to settle for 75. Unless I use Cindy.
The Order
Cindy’s List
It has been a busy morning. Two classes, one at 8 and one at 9. Office hours between 10 and noon. And now I’m staring at a pile of forty essays that need grading. They’re from my class on Sexuality in Ancient Rome, so if nothing else they should be interesting.
I’m engrossed in the first essay when the cell phone rings. ‘Fuck!’ First inclination is to ignore the call. I’m reading Sarah’s essay, approaching page twenty-one of ninety-three. Her topic? She decided to make comparisons between Rome’s sex slaves and the prostitutes found at today’s brothels. Or the coeds found at most universities. It was, to say the least, interesting. But I really could use prop, a Roman sex slave about now. To go over some of the things she was inferring. Where in fuck is that bitch when I could really use her, her body…
I take a quick look at my cell, a force of habit. Damn! It’s the other bitch. Wonder what in hell she wants. ‘Hey beautiful! This is a pleasant surprise!’
Cindy’s sexy voice flows over the phone. ‘Hope I didn’t interrupt anything between you and Sarah…’
‘We were about to try chocolate syrup. I wasn’t sure how to dip her though. We finally decided that the resulting sticky mess would be a little hard to explain to the cleaning staff…’
She giggles on the other end. ‘Still thinking about the maple syrup? There are some embarrassing parts of me that are still sticking to my scrubs! And after three showers! Tell Sara I said hi!’
‘I know you might find this hard to believe dear, but I haven’t seen that slut since class earlier this morning. She’s probably raping some poor old professor in her quest for that perfect 4.0.’ In reality, she’s more than capable of doing that without the sexual overtones. It’s just her way to spice up everyone’s life.
You could hear the smile in Cindy’s voice. ‘I’m sure she’ll be by to give you a hand. Or a mouth… Damn! Chocolate syrup. That sounds so yummy. With some ice cream, cherries topped off with whipped cream! Fuck!’
‘You would make a fantastic dessert. As long as I don’t spoon you to death!’
Cindy laughs. Then her voice gets a bit more serious. ‘I found us a redhead. She visited a northeast emergency clinic about three weeks ago. Except for a minor cut, she’s in perfect health. She lives alone and her nearest family is somewhere on the west coast.’
‘Hmm. So, what’s this cow’s size?’
Cindy rattles off the gal’s vitals… ‘A healthy 134 pounds at five foot eight inches. Nice pair of round melons. 36Ds. And an ass that isn’t too big or too small…’ After a pause she asks – ‘Do you think she meets the customer’s needs?’
Cindy always comes through. ‘Sounds like a nice fuckin’ piece of meat.’ After a pause. ‘She actually sounds kind of like you. Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself? I have no problems sending you on a permanent vacation if that’s what you want. So, tell me, where does this cow live?’
‘Woodsville. About forty minutes away. Address points to a small apartment complex. Her medical insurance has her working at a Walmart nearby.’
‘She sounds great! We would need just about an hour before the freight company arrived to box her up. Unfortunately, we only have 36 hours to figure out her work schedule, where to grab her, and locate a pickup point.’ I really want that 250k.
‘James… Why don’t we grab her at Wal-Mart and maybe have her picked up there? She could be a purchase which requires special handling. Or maybe a crate which was accidentally sent to the wrong Wal-Mart. Just think about it…’ Cindy loves anything that has a level of risk.
‘I will my love…’
The Order
Heads or Tails
Cindy and I are on the road to Walmart to do some shopping for a nice prime cut. About 138 pounds worth. And while she looked great in her medical records pic, I’m not willing to risk $250k on a poorly lit photo. It needs that personal touch. A face to face. That’s the only way to see how the parts stack up. How she exudes her sex.
We arrive shortly before 11:30 and park in the far side parking lot. Based on the walking traffic we’re seeing that’s where the employees appear to park. Even so, we’re still looking at over one hundred parking spots. Makes me want to pull the binoculars. But that would be too strange.
We. Well, it was Cindy who found out that Red works both today and tomorrow between noon and 9PM. In the store’s pharmacy. I really don’t know how Cindy does it. And really don’t care. Okay, I am a bit curious.
So, while Cindy looks out for our future cow, I quickly scan the parking lot for security cameras. I find at least three with one about ten feet away. Not a good thing. After waiting a few minutes, a small red GM pulls onto the lot and parks beside a huge tree about twenty yards away. After taking a few minutes unrolling the sun screen the occupant finally opens the driver’s door. As she slowly slides out it appears that our redhead has arrived. I nudge Cindy and we exit our SUV and start walking slowly towards the front door. Our hope – Red passes us by giving us our first critical look.
We don’t have to wait long when she does just that in an apparent hurry. She’s wearing a tight pair of jeans along with a white V-neck top. And to finish the ensemble she’s sporting a real nice pair of dark brown boots. ‘Damn, that bitch really has some ass action. Cindy, you can really pick ’em. That’s assuming she ends up in our catalog.’ I squeeze Cindy’s hand and give her a huge smile.
As we pick up the pace, I find myself rating what I’m seeing. And so far, it’s good. Sex slave? No problem there. I might have to give her a try before we ship her out. Torture? She seems to be in shape. But how much pain can she take? Crushing those boobs and pulling on those nips should be fun. Piece of meat? Definitely a plus. She has a fantastic rump. I can see her slowly turning over a pit of red-hot coals. Her juices slowly dripping feeding a fire below. Human furniture? She has the height. And the looks. Personal slave? Nah. That would be a waste of good meat.
Once we get inside, we shop for about twenty minutes picking up absolutely nothing. Just wasting a little time. I’m making some mental notes on a sexy Walmart shopper when my wife squeezes my ass and points towards the pharmacy. It’s apparently time to validate our pickup order. Cindy walks up to the window and talks to the clerk about antihistamines. ‘I hope you can help me. My doctor told me to get an over the counter antihistamine and I have no fuckin’ idea what he’s talking about.’ Damn! It’s hard to believe Cindy herself is a doctor. The clerk smiles and walks to Red.
After pointing to something behind us, Red walks out the pharmacy door and heads our way. ‘Hi. My name’s Cindy. Margaret said you needed help picking out an antihistamine. They’re right over here.’ She motions to some shelves behind us. As we follow Red, I squeeze my wife’s ass and whisper in her ear. ‘Cindy? I already have another Cindy in mind.’ I give her an evil grin.
The two Cindy’s talk for five minutes about pills versus liquids. My wife finally decides on purchasing what Red initially recommended. In a few minutes we’re heading back to the SUV.
‘Okay dear. Just a quick question. Are all beautiful redheads named Cindy? Or is this just a coincidence.’ I give her ass another squeeze.
‘Just a coincidence. Now I have a question for you, you stud. Who is the other Cindy? Sarah’s list didn’t have a Cindy on it, other than me.’
‘Congrats! You answered your own question! You know why you’re in the running? Your body would more than please our customer. It has pleased me for many years and it probably could for many more. More important, you’re a redhead. Like me our customer apparently has this thing for red.’ I pause as I give the security cameras one more look.
‘You must be fuckin’ kidding. Why would you do that?’ She’s beginning to have a look of uncertainty.
‘Well my cunt. You’re worth about $125k to our customer. And to me. As of late you and me just do the same old thing day in and day out. Fuck and have fun. And fuck some more. Men, and yes, even women aren’t meant to be monogamous. It just might be time for a change. In that vein I have my bitch, Sarah.’ I give her a smile.
‘That fuckin’ bitch? You would trade me in for her?’ There is some anger in her voice.
I add. ‘Don’t forget the $125k!’
‘Shit!’
‘Tell you what dear. I’ll give you a 50-50 chance.’ I drag a quarter out of my hip pocket. ‘Heads – your ass goes to Vermont. Tails – Sarah’s ass goes instead. Agreed?’
Cindy shakes her head yes. ‘Do I have a choice?’
I just smile as I flip the coin in the air and let it fall to the pavement below. After it rolls to a stop Cindy bends over and takes a long look. ‘I guess I’m going to Vermont… SHIT!’
I give her ass a hard squeeze. ‘I guess you are…’
The Order
Order to Go
After our brief fight about Vermont and during our inevitable session of makeup sex, Cindy and I start working on a plan. While it is risky we both agree that we need to pick up Red tonight. This makes Cindy even hornier. Like I said, she just loves doing risky things.
‘So my bitch. Do you think you look like the other Cindy? Enough to fool someone, oh, about twenty yards away?’
Cindy gives me a strange look… ‘We are about the same height and build. My tits are a bit bigger, but not by much. Hair color is damn close, but mine is probably a few inches longer.’ After a brief hesitation she says ‘Sure, but what are you thinking James?’
After a few minutes of further discussion, Cindy starts pulling some clothes together while I head to the garage to change the plates on the SUV.
We arrive at Walmart about 8:30. The sun is disappearing over the horizon guaranteeing a dark parking lot when we pick up our to go order. Driving towards the tree Red parked by this morning we find another car parked beside hers. Damn. This will make things a bit more difficult. And maybe impossible. I squeeze my wife’s thigh. ‘Are you sure you wouldn’t like spending some time in Vermont?’
She smiles back while pulling my hand off her thigh. ‘As long as Sarah goes with, I’ll be more than happy to go, you bastard!’
A few minutes later, my wife’s trip to Vermont’s is suddenly cancelled. An employee hops into the car in question and slowly pulls away. As it’s lights slowly disappear, I decide not to tempt fate and quickly pull beside Red’s car. I leave barely enough room for her to open her car door. The trap’s set. Now we wait.
About forty minutes later it’s Cindy who spots her first. Red’s slowly walking towards us carrying both her uniform and what appears to be a full plastic shopping bag. Again, luck is on our side.
Still in the SUV, I move to the back seat while Cindy hops out and opens the passenger side back door. This all but blocks Red’s path to her car.
It takes what seems forever before we hear Red approaching… ‘Fuckin’ customers! Don’t they know how to park…’
Cindy starts putting some shopping bags into the SUV when Red appears between our SUV and her car. Looking at the open-door Cindy blurts out ‘Sorry!’ and starts to take a step towards Red as if to close the open door.
Recognizing my wife, Red smiles ‘Back for some more antihistamines?’ A look of fear suddenly appears on Red’s face as she realizes that she is looking at what could be her twin. But before she could scream Cindy slams the needle into Red’s neck injecting the paralytic. I now have about two seconds to grab Red by her arms and pull her into the SUV before she becomes totally limp. With Cindy’s help, she was on the floorboard and door closed in four.
While Cindy picks up Red’s uniform and shopping bag from the blacktop, I give Red a feel for her key fob. Looking at her face as I check her jean pockets, I see the tears streaming from her eyes along with fear as she looks into mine. ‘There it is!’ I say to myself. The bulge of the key fob in her right hip pocket.
‘Damn it James. I need the fuckin’ car key!’ Cindy is leaning through the open SUV window. ‘You’ll have time later to play with our new toy!
I carefully pull the key fob out – don’t want to sound the car alarm, and hand it to my redhead. ‘See you in a few babe!’
She just smiles. I hop in the driver seat, start the engine, and slowly pull away. Looking in the rear-view mirror I see Cindy flipping me the bird. Probably something Red would have done. Meanwhile Red is now on the floorboard staring at the SUV’s dark ceiling.
The Order
Years in the Past
When we decided to go into the meat business, there were a lot of things we had to decide. How do we choose our victims? And how do we get them to the buyer? Is our business local or is it international? Where to keep our stock? And how to handle the returns along with the rejects? Equally important, how do we advertise, accept our customers’ orders, and then accept their payments? But there was one area where we probably spent the most time on. How do we subdue our victim?
We started out simple, A rag and a bottle of chloroform. While simple, it is also the most dangerous. Unlike what you see on TV and in the movies, you just don’t pour chloroform over a rag and then shove it in the victim’s face. You can easily overdose them with death being the most common result. It also takes about five minutes for the victim to pass out; it’s far from being instantaneous. And you wake up with one hell of a headache! I personally know that from experience!
We decided at the start that we would try each method on ourselves just to see firsthand what the pros and cons are. That’s doctor Cindy flexing her medical knowledge. And when it came to doing tests with things like chloroform, I was more times than not the designated victim. It took two days before that fuckin’ headache even began to dull.
We tried several other methods; strangulation was one. To say that Cindy was far from being a willing victim would be an understatement. It took a lot of struggling over several minutes before I got her to pass out. And it did not last. She came at me in less than a minute later, smacking the back of my head with a broom handle. Headache number two.
Then there were the drugs. Most of the fast-acting sedatives have one big issue, they suppress breathing to the point where death is probable. Date rape drugs while affective took way too long.
Cindy then started looking at some curare derivatives found across the pond and south of the border. One paralyzes the victim until an antidote is injected. While it does lower the respiration rate, it doesn’t stop it. And while the victim cannot move or talk, they can hear, see, and feel. If injected in the neck, it takes effect within seconds, paralyzing the vocal cords almost immediately. The issues? It’s damn expensive and so very illegal.
Who tested this one? We decided a victim was needed. It couldn’t be Cindy. Being an ER doctor, her skill set might be needed if a problem does occur. I had to agree. At first, I refused to volunteer for this one. There were just too many variables that could result in a failure. Which was death. But that didn’t last.
The first test lasted two minutes. Cindy pricked my neck with a needle dipped in the drug. Counting down from ten to zero, I wasn’t able to make it even to nine. Fortunately, I was already lying on the floor. While I couldn’t move, I was able to see, feel and hear. The drug was living up to all the hype. So far. She injected me with the antidote about a minute later. It took about a minute for me to gain full muscle control. What really made me happy – no headache!
The question now was – how long will the effect last? That’s when we met Sarah. She was a freshman then, and so very, very wild. She loved trying new things. Loved both the giving and receiving of pain. Even extreme pain. And could never ever get enough sex. Most important, she had no limits. No bounds.
We invited her over one Saturday morning for a threesome. What we forgot to tell her was that her role would be rather passive. She took about four steps when Cindy pricked her neck with a needle; I caught her as she fell backwards and gently lowered to the floor. The following two days we played with her now naked body providing both pleasure and pain. Sunday night came too fast. That’s when Cindy gave Sarah the antidote while I was giving the cunt a good screw. Within five minutes Sarah was her bitchy self. After giving me a hard slap, she asked why we stopped. That she was having so much fun. I shrugged my shoulders and screwed her one more time as she played with Cindy’s clit. Both Sarah and the drug passed their respective tests.
The Order
Checking the Quality
About five minutes later I pull to the side of the road. It’s time to wait for Cindy. The road is one that Red might use going home. This stretch is dark with absolutely no signs of life. To pass the time, I started playing with our new piece of meat. Damn she looks good. I pull out my switchblade and hold it close to Red’s eyes. No blinking. Or turning of the head… She’s now experiencing the hell we have created.
Suddenly the evening silence is broken. Cindy slams on the breaks as she speeds past the SVU. Damn! That should leave a good pair of skid marks! She slides into a large tree beside the road damaging the rear quarter panel of Red’s car. Opening the driver’s door Cindy jumps out with a big smile on her face. As she walks towards the SUV, she throws Red’s shopping back and uniform on the ground.
With my knife I slice off Red’s top and sports bra, followed by a small slice across her left palm. I need some red blood for her white top. As Cindy jumps in the passenger side, I throw Red’s top and bra out the window and drive off. Cindy still has that big smile across her face. As she pulls off her surgical gloves she looks towards the back and asks ‘How’s our slab prime cut? Did you give her a taste dear?’
‘Didn’t have time… But she does bleed really well. You might want to wrap something around her left palm.’
Cindy grabs a roll of gauze from the console. ‘Hope you didn’t slice it in half.’ As she moves back to the middle row seats she adds ‘Poor Pam. She never did recover.’
‘It really didn’t matter dear. Remember? She was the main course for some cannibalistic cult in Florida?’. I make a right turn driving away from our house.
‘Oh yah. I do remember! Wonder how she tasted? ‘ She finishes the bandage on Red’s left palm. ‘Pam’s skin was a bit on the salty side.’ After a brief pause she adds ‘I wonder what Red’s thinking right now?’
‘She’s probably pissed. And scared. But she should really be excited. Sarah mentioned that her future looks interesting. Something about a lot of sex. And a lot of pain.’
Cindy smiles. ‘Isn’t that what our Floridian cannibals said? And when are you going to head for home?’
‘Man, we’re inpatient tonight!’. I make another turn. ‘Those guys asked for a female who loves going round and round. And something about open flames. Maybe I’m more sadistic than you, but the first thing I thought of was being on a spit going round and round over an open flame.’ I then grab Cindy’s upper thigh. ‘We’ll be heading home soon my cunt. Just making sure we weren’t seen. Or followed. Why don’t you cut the rest of Red’s clothes off.’ Cindy smiles and moves back to the center seats.
An hour later we’re pulling into our garage. After the door closes, we get a back board and strap Red to it. ‘Damn! She’s flopping around like a dead fish!’. I stare into Cindy’s eyes ‘Did you give Red an overdose? I really don’t think the customer will be too happy if they receive a corpse next week!’
‘She’s fine James. You’ll thank me when it comes time to pack her up for shipping.’
We carry her to the wet room and slide the backboard onto the corner table. Time for some quality control. Cindy gets her stethoscope and checks her lungs and heart. ‘Sounds like she’s getting over a slight cold. But her heart sounds strong. Extreme sex and pain shouldn’t be a problem.’
Next on the list, draining the bladder. Cindy slowly inserts the catheter up Red’s uretha until the urine starts filling an attached bag. After about two minutes the yellow stream finally stops.
I look at the full bag… ‘Damn! Red really has a drinking problem!’ Cindy just smiles back.
Next is the blood sample. It just requires one tube full. But finding a vein is usually a problem with the blood pressure as low as it is… So, Cindy decides to use the cut across Red’s palm as the source. She slowly undoes the gauze, wetting it with alcohol so it wouldn’t pull on the skin. After a few minutes she gets the last of the gauze off and starts cleaning the wound. ‘Sorry Red. This is going to hurt…’ she whispers. Tears slowly stream from the corners of Red’s eyes as Cindy finishes cleaning the gash.
‘James, do you always have to cut ’em so deep?’. Cindy just shakes her head in disgust. ‘You know this just might cost us money one of these times.’. Cindy takes the syringe and carefully collects a small sample as the blood oozes up from the deep cut. Then using tape strips, she pulls the wound closed and repacks it with fresh dressing.
‘Now to your favorite part my dear’ After taking a quick look at Red’s clit, Cindy picks up a medium sized speculum and removes it from its blue plastic wrap. After spreading some cold gel across its blades, she slowly inserts it into Red’s cunt, gives it a turn and then opens it wide. After staring into Red’s hole for about fifteen seconds she suddenly smiles. ‘She’s been sexually active. Regularly active! No sign of damage though. And no sign of infection. You want to try it out?’
‘Nah. It’s time to pack her up.’ I give Red a smile. ‘She does have nice nips. Should we tag her clit or a nip?’
‘Why not both?’ Cindy pulls out the speculum.
The Order
Packed to Go
When we first started the business one of our biggest headaches wasn’t finding the product but coming up with a way to get our product to the buyer once found. We couldn’t buy a ticket and send the product by bus, train, or plane. Nor could we hop into the van and personally deliver the meat ourselves. It had to be a way in which we could keep our identity secret while ensuring our customer received what they ordered. Undamaged. It was a shame we couldn’t send them as freight. But then again, why couldn’t we? That’s when we came up with a wicked method, something which Red was to experience firsthand.
As Cindy went to run the blood, I started doing the final prep before the packing. And that includes giving Red the final feel along with a farewell fuck. Let’s call it quality control. Inspected by 688.
It isn’t that much fun when the person you’re raping doesn’t fight back. Red just lays there like a dead fish. But if you like total dominance, there’s nothing like fucking a gal who can’t even begin to move while knowing, feeling everything you’re doing to her.
After having my fun with the goods, I started doing the mandatory cleanup. First, I washed out her cunt with an abundance of warm, soapy water. Don’t need to leave any traces of my semen.
Then comes the enemas. Four to be exact. Red is moved towards the center of the table where there is a round hold with rounded edges. It takes about two minutes before her ass sinks into that hole. I throw on a pair of elbow length, disposable gloves and from below the table gently push stainless steel funnel apparatus into her a-hole. Once the lubricated stem of the funnel has been consumed, I turn a small lever that makes that stem expand inside her, inside her rectum. This helps keep the funnel from shooting out and the shit from dripping on the floor.
Going into the funnel are two hoses. One is used to push hot water mixed with secret ingredients into her intestines. The other, connected to the sewer line is used to suck the fecal shit out. The secret? It’s not the amount of fluid pushed in, but the speed the water enters along with the resulting pressure. Having Red’s intestine burst would not be a pretty sight. It’s also the last thing Cindy and I want to see happen.
It has happened before. A blonde several years back suffered from a perforated intestine. It was caused by my stupidity during the cleansing. And an abnormality found in part of her intestine wall. Cindy did a pre-mortem autopsy. I let the pressure go above the safe zone and didn’t realize it before it was way too late. I had to quickly pull out the funnel as Cindy and Sarah rolled her on her stomach. Then I jammed a butt plug covered liberally with super glue deep inside her rectum. Unfortunately, at that point she dropped from the ranks of being a piece of merchandise. The body didn’t go to waste though. Cindy used her to help home in on her surgical skills. Sarah got rid of her morning hostilities by slowly slicing off the blonde’s nipples and then stripping the skin off her voluptuous breast. And we all had fun watching her slowly burn alive in the house’s sub-basement crematorium. After Cindy gave her the antidote that is. Yep, we’re your everyday, church going neighbors.
After the fourth enema was done, I rolled her on her stomach, gave her ass a nice hard slap and inserted an inflatable butt plug in her rear. After making sure it was far enough in, I inflated it and then gave her body a final rinsing. We do everything possible to limit the initial house cleaning chores required by the buyer. If you don’t believe me, look at our website on the dark web. It’s there in black and white.
Before the rinse, we use to burn off the pubic hair – faster than shaving. But many of our customers complained that they prefer a hairy bitch. No accounting for tastes.
Now it’s time to pack this beauty. I move the bottom of a wood crate to the end of the table, on top of a skid. Then I place a four-inch Styrofoam pad on top of the crate bottom to make up the base of our package. Next is Frank, the horse. Similar to a wooden carpenter’s horse with one exception – the six inches of soft padding placed on top. Don’t need Red’s stomach to get bruised.
I fondle, squeeze and gently bite Red’s nipples as I wait for my wife to make her way back. Getting bored, I decide to give her a heads up on what to expect in the near future. I whisper in Red’s right ear while playing with the left… ‘I would love to be there when they throw you on that barbeque spit and slowly roast your juicy meat for that night’s feast. Listen to you scream as the heat becomes unbearable…’ Like clockwork, my Cindy magically appears.
‘Are you telling lies to that poor girl? Let me guess. She’s being roasted alive for the night’s feast. Why don’t you start telling them the truth, you bastard? Is it so hard to tell her that she’ll probably die while being tortured? Being drawn and quartered is my favorite.’ Cindy gives my ass a squeeze as she walks past.
‘In case you’re interested, she passed her blood test. No infections. No known issues.’ Cindy straps a small oxygen tank to Red’s right thigh. She then places the oxygen mask over her nose and mouth and connects its tubing to the tank. Giving me a glance she asks ‘Is she ready?’
I smile and shake my head yes.
I pull her by her ankles towards the end of the table, stopping before her ass rolls off the edge. Next, I place a large, clear plastic bag over her ankles and then strap the ankles to opposite corners of the crate bottom. Pulling her up by her arms, I drape Red over the horse while Cindy pulls up the plastic bag. The tricky part now is getting the bag between Red and the horse. Pulling her back towards the table Cindy quickly pulls the back up to her tits and then I let her slump over Frank once again. I stare into Red’s eyes one last time as Cindy begins to wrap her head using saran wrap. It helps keep the oxygen mask in place and to offer her eyes a little more protection. A plastic tube allowing carbon dioxide to escape outside the crate protrudes from the one side of her face.
Suddenly Red frantically tries to gasp for air. Cindy gives Red a devilish grin and whispers ‘Oh. My fault. I forgot to crack open the oxygen.’ Cindy gives the valve a quarter turn. ‘There, is that better? There is enough oxygen to last four, maybe five days. After that, you won’t have to worry. The paralytic will provide you a slow and extremely painful death.’
That’s our safeguard. If the shipment is intercepted and the antidote not found in time, our package would just simply die keeping us in the clear. If they did find the hidden package, knew that it contained the antidote, successfully opened the box without destroying its contents, and had the knowledge on how to administer it… Well, that would mean we were betrayed. By Sarah.
Cindy pulls the plastic bag over Red’s arms and seals the bag after fishing out the exhaust tubing. I hook up the pump to the bag and suck out all of the air making Red one very large piece of vacuum-packed meat. Cindy then attaches the top of the bag to a hook on the crates bottom. Just for the hell of it, I slap on a label – ‘Best used within five days of receipt to ensure freshness.’
Now the piece de resistance. And the part that took three months to figure out. The spray foam packing.
We first thought of just filling the crate with those little foam nodules. The ones you love to hate during the holiday season. While they may work, they don’t guarantee that the merchandise won’t move. And it is way too easy to determine what’s packed in the crate if you’re the curious type. Just shove aside the foam and you find yourself looking at a vacuumed packed body.
So. We next thought of using spray foam. It guarantees no movement of the merchandise and it adds an extra layer of security. You would have to dismantle the crate and cut away inches and inches of foam before reaching the vacuum pack.
But this method does have its issues. If not correctly mixed the curing temperature could reach 200°. On the other end of the equation the foam could remain a soup of caustic chemicals, its fumes killing everybody in the room except the merchandise. She, or he would probably slowly melt as the acid ate through the bag and then consume their body, Neither result was really preferable.
Another issue – it can be very expensive, and its purchase is way too easy to track. Not everybody sells this stuff.
The foam can expand up to 30 times over its initial volume as it cures. If the crate’s too strong and we add too much foam, we could flatten the meat. A crate that’s too weak could result in pieces flying every which way.
And there’s one last problem. Once sealed in Styrofoam there’s no place for the merchandise’s generated body heat to escape. During the trip the temperature would slowly rise with the result being death.
After some experimentation we found ourselves ready to do our first test run. With Sarah. We asked if she would be willing to go to Florida for a few days. We needed her to check up on one of our businesses in Miami. Several days in the sun. The ocean breezes. She jumped at the chance. Then she realized she wasn’t traveling first class. Not even third. The expression in her eyes changed dramatically, first showing fear, then anger and then anticipation. She did survive the trip with flying colors. She had a smile on her face after we gave her the antidote. And she did get her deserved beach time. But the thing I remember? She strongly suggested that we should try this some time.
Now it’s Red’s turn. We slap on the sides of the crate, bolting them together. That exhaust tube from her mask? It is slung over a far corner of the crate. Don’t need to lose that. To keep her cool during her trip, we carefully place several bags of dry ice in specially designed shelves added to the inside walls of the crate. She doesn’t need to arrive freeze dried.
Then after taking one last look at Red, I spray the foam into the bottom of the crate and over her plastic wrapped body. Just enough to cover the bottom by two to three inches. First the foam just sits there. Then suddenly it starts doing its thing. In what seems like seconds it’s halfway up the crate. Her head and most of her sexy body have long since disappeared. Shortly after, her ass also disappears as the foam persistently climbs up the sides of the crate. It finally slows down and then stops within six inches of the top. I quickly place an urn’s heavy brass top in the crate laying flat on top of the foam. This needs to be done before it has a chance to completely set. A few minutes later the top’s impression has hardened in the foam. Red is almost ready to be shipped.
Last tasks – cut the tube even with the top of the foam and plug in a cap preventing things from dropping down and clogging the tube, while allowing the extra gasses to escape. Cindy loves this part. There is no evidence that our meat can hear us, but Cindy assumes that they can. That Red can. Cindy whispers into the tube. ‘Red. I hope you have a short but enjoyable life. The pain you experience will be excruciating. Pain that you couldn’t even begin to imagine in your darkest nightmares. Along with indignities too numerous to mention. Learn to enjoy the experience. And try to have fun…”
Cindy turns her head and gives me a smile. ‘I don’t know how to say this. This is totally insane. But there are times I wish I were Red. That I could live her future experiences. Experience the torture. The pain. The forced sex…’
I chuckle. ‘That could be arranged my love….”
With a laugh and a pout she reminds me… ‘I hate Vermont!’
The Order
Be Careful What You Wish For
It’s Sunday morning. Time for church? Nah. Time to torture my wife. Remembering what she said just a few hours before, I decided to surprise her this morning. As I swing my feet to the floor, Cindy starts begging for more sleep time. “Be a nice hubby and let me sleep for another thirty minutes. Please? I’ll reward you later.’ She smiles. ‘Okay?‘
I touch her on the shoulder and give her cheek a kiss. ‘No problem dear, you can have your thirty minutes.’ She smiles and turns her head towards the wall.
The thirty minutes will give me all the time I need to pull everything together. The cuffs. The short bungee cords. The pinwheels – wartenberg nine wheelers. The electrodes. The clamps… And the drug.
Thirty minutes later I walk into the bedroom and fling open the drapes. ‘Time for that reward, my cunt!’ I bend over and give her a kiss on the lips. Meanwhile my right-hand cups her neck as I prick her with the needle. Before she knows what’s happening, she’s paralyzed.
‘It’s going to be a great Sunday morning my dear.’ I pull off the covers leaving her exposed. Shit! I forgot she’s wearing my favorite lingerie. Oh well. I tear it off leaving her completely naked. Looking into her eyes, I note that she looks a bit on the frantic side. It was obvious she was thinking that this was it. She is going to Vermont!
Next step. Turn her on her back and move her to the center of the bed. That was followed by putting on the leather ankle and wrist cuffs. ‘Sorry about this dear. But you shouldn’t have told me your darkest desire last night – wishing to face the future Red is about to have. I’ve thought about it and decided that if that’s what you want, then that’s what you should get.’ I hook the one bungee cord to the left ankle cuff, wrap the cord around the left post of our four-post poster bed and then hook the other end to the cuff. ‘Who am I to keep you from your dreams. Your desires. You have been a fantastic wife. Partner. This is the least I can do.’ I now attach her right ankle to the right post. Yes! The Y is open! I gently touch her clit as I walk to the head of the bed. ‘But there’s no sense letting someone else have all the fun, now is there.’ I now do the same with the wrists. Result, a spread cunt. Nice and tight. Now to her surprise, I give her the antidote.
A few minutes later she speaks. ‘Damn it James! Why do you have to take everything so literally?’ She tries to squirm, but the bungee cords are holding tight. ‘Don’t you ever wonder what something would feel like, physically, emotionally, mentally? It doesn’t mean you jump off a ten-story building to see just what falling ten stories is like. Or hang yourself to see if there’s any joy in that method of death. Or have yourself cooked to see if there is any joy there. You just wonder…’
That’s when Sarah walked in, wearing only panties, no bra. She has a big grin, no, a big smirk on her face. As she slowly walks towards the head of the bed, her hand follows the contour of Cindy’s body. ‘Bet you didn’t expect me here, did you my dear Cindy.’
My wife winces as Sarah pinches her left nipple. ‘No, Sarah. I didn’t. But it’s my guess that you just couldn’t miss saying your farewells. And of course, gloat that you are indeed the better slut!’
‘Cindy, why so bitter?’ Sarah clenches my wife’s throat with both hands and slowly squeezes the life from her. ‘You had your chance. How many years? Is it going onto ten now? And it’s not like I came from nowhere, keeping my love of fondling, raping your husband’s body a secret. And that I would do absolutely anything to make him mine.’
Cindy loses consciousness. ‘Well done my slut! Let’s wake her up with a jolt.’ I take one of the electrosex toys, a plug and coat it with lube. Pushing it into Cindy’s cunt I hand Sarah the tens unit. ‘Whenever you’re ready.’
Sarah smiles. ‘Let’s see how she likes this.’ She selects the mode and then turns the power up to the max. Cindy screams as her eyes open wide, her back trying to arch, her body quivering from the shocks, the pain. ‘I’m assuming I can expect hours of this?’ she whispers.
I shrug my shoulders. ‘Maybe days. How’s your stamina my love.’ I run my hand down her inner thighs. ‘The only other thing I need to do is drop Red off at the store. Can’t miss that shipping deadline.’
Cindy smiles. ‘I just wanted to make sure I get my money’s worth.’
‘Wouldn’t have it any other way.’ I smile back. ‘So, how are we doing so far?’
‘That’s a strange question. Being unsure of your actions isn’t like you.’ A frown starts to spread across her face. Sarah’s quietly walking up from behind. Putting her arms around my waist she gives me a hug.
‘And it’s unlike you to be jealous.’ I pause. ‘I just wanted to make sure you’re beyond the wondering. Dying with you still wondering what exactly it would feel like, well, that would be a real waste.’
‘We’ll. I hate to tell you this, but I’m still wondering. I can’t believe that you would kill me.’ Cindy gives me that sweet smile.
‘Hey bitch! Why in the hell do you think I’m here. You don’t think I can kill you?’ She grabs the 9 head pinwheel and starts towards the head of the bed. ‘Remember this slut?’ Dropping the pinwheel, Sarah grabs Cindy by the throat and squeezes hard. In minutes Cindy is once again unconscious.
Sarah turns towards me and points to her tits. ‘You want these babe?’
‘And everything that goes with it. We wouldn’t be having fun with Cindy’s body if I didn’t. And as the saying goes, until death do us part.’ I pick up a wartenberg pinwheel and let it gently roll over Sarah’s nipples.
Sarah grins. ‘Wrong nips my dear boy.’ She glances towards Cindy. ‘Oh, hey girl.’
A look of fear is on Cindy’s face. I take the pinwheel and gently roll it over her nips. ‘What’s wrong my dear. Isn’t this what you wanted? To know what Red might experience?’
She almost bites her tongue. Sarah’s starting to abuse her clit, rolling the other pinwheel over it, pushing hard. ‘James. I still don’t think you’ll do me. It’s just not in ya.’
I stare at her for a few seconds, just stunned at her stupidity. ‘You stupid bitch! I can’t believe you’re really this dumb? I won’t even be here when Sarah filets you! Don’t you understand. I’m not going to be the one to kill you! She is!’
Droplets of blood are starting to appear on her clit. And her nipples. I just shake my head. ‘This isn’t fun anymore. I think it’s time to drop Red off at the store.’ I look at Sarah. ‘Do her right. Slow and painful. You promise?’
‘She will be gasping her very last breath when you return. Long enough?’
I smile. ‘Long enough’
I leave the bedroom and quickly work my way to the corner office. On the wall monitor is my Cindy nicely spread for all to see. The next ten minutes should be quite interesting. Looking at the monitor, I see Sarah walking around my wife as she speaks.
Sarah sounds way too happy. As would be expected. ‘Cindy. You know I’ve been practicing my technique on skinning someone alive. It’s become an obsession of sorts. I think I’ve finally picked all the right tools. Now I need to work on a method that suits my needs. One that allows me to enjoy my work.’
‘Damn it Sarah! You’re too much talk! Always have been! JUST DO IT!’ Cindy yells.
Sarah smiles as she takes a scalpel from the end table. ‘Think this is one of yours.’ She flashes it’s blade in front of Cindy’s eyes.
‘If I remember right, these are pretty sharp.’ Sarah gently circles her own nipple, her right with the blade. A thin line of red quickly appears with a drop of blood forming at the bottom of the nip.
‘Fresh blood. I love the taste of fresh blood in the morning! How about you Cindy?’ Sarah transfers the drop to her forefinger and then places the finger in her mouth. ‘Damn I’m good! Want a taste?’
Looking quite disgusted Cindy answers. ‘No thanks. I think you would be way too dark for my tastes.’
Sarah laughs. ‘It does take one to know one.’
Cindy again shakes her head in disgust. ‘Can we get on with my death? I’m getting bored just laying here.’
‘Shit! I’ve never known someone so impatient to die.’ Sarah gives Cindy’s body a once over. ‘I’m going to remove your skin in one piece just in case James wants to have it stuffed and mounted. Thought I would start here… ‘ Sarah places a finger on top of Cindy’s clit. ‘Work my way up this way.’ Her finger slowly goes up Cindy’s body, over her bellybutton, between her breast and up her neck. ‘Stopping here.’ Her finger stops at the bottom of Cindy’s chin.
Cindy then traces where she would make the initial cut starting again at her clit and working down the inner thighs. ‘Damn you have some amazing legs girl! So, your legs will be sliced. And then I will slice your tits open starting at each nip and going down towards your cleavage.’
‘Then comes the fun. And the challenge. Well, at least on my end. Separating your skin from the muscle tissue in one single piece.’ Sarah smiles. ‘Have any last words?’
‘Just remember – I’ll be waiting for you in hell when you die…’ That’s when Sarah sticks Cindy’s clit with the needle.
‘Cindy. Were you the one that told me that the drug had some bizarre effects when administered in the lower torso? That the sensations it generates can make you extremely horny before totally paralyzing you? And it can almost drive you crazy?’ Sarah smiles. ‘Ya. It was you, wasn’t it. I can tell by the look in your face. So, how horny can you get?’
Cindy’s body shudders violently for a few seconds, and then becomes totally still. Sarah laughs. ‘Glad I could be the one to provide you your last orgasm. Now to get my stuff.’
Sarah adjusts the tens unit – probably to a pounding rhythm with a bit more punch. She then starts walking towards the door, but suddenly stops and turns towards Cindy. ‘I’ll be back!’ She smiles. ‘I just want you to enjoy your part of the festivities before I start mine. We’ll see what kind of stuff you’re made of. Literally.’
The Order
What To Do
As she continues to play with little Jimmie, Sarah asks bluntly. ‘Why don’t you send that bitch to Vermont?’
Looking at Cindy on the monitor, I shake my head no. ‘She hates Vermont. I just can’t do that to her.’
Giving my dick a hard yank, she stares at me. ‘You can ask me to kill her but you can’t send her to Vermont? Damn it James, tell me what that bitch has that I don’t?’
Sarah then settles down and tries to reason with me. ‘Anyways, the customer would love receiving two bodies that are twin like. That should please him. Or her. Might even mean more money.’
I turn towards Sarah and give her boobs a nice squeeze. Looking down at her panties, I ask ‘Aren’t you a bit over dressed?’ She smiles and quickly slips them off. As I play with her clit, I start answering her questions. ‘I can ask you to kill Cindy with a clear conscience. It is something she wants to explore. To experience. She doesn’t want to experience Vermont.’ I start pushing Jimmie inside her deep cavern. ‘And yes, it might mean more money, but at what costs.’ Before I start banging her hard I ask Sarah a question. ‘And what would we do with my friend’s daughter Pam down in the wet room?’
Minutes later as we lay on the floor recovering from our orgasms Sarah answers my question. ‘We could give Pam the antidote and then screw her hard for the next couple of hours. She never told anyone before, why would she tell now? She obviously likes you and Jimmie here.’
‘She does love to fuck. But the last time was consensual. This would be more like rape.’ I start stroking Jimmie.
She smiles. ‘Let me take care of that.’ She grabs Jimmie’s base and starts licking its head. Between pauses she adds ‘Some of us like to be raped. Maybe she does too.’
‘I don’t know if we can count on that. Let’s just take care of one thing at a time. Don’t you think Cindy’s waited long enough?’
Sarah almost bites Jimmie’s head off. ‘Cindy! Cindy! Cindy! I’m tired of hearing about Cindy!’ She jumps up and stands over my head. ‘Be honest. Do you like what you see?’
‘Fuck ya! And I like what I see there.’ I point to the monitor screen. ‘Get your stuff and do your thing. Please?’
She smiles, picks up her roll of scalpels and clamps and heads toward the master bedroom. A minute later I see Sarah on the monitor, standing at Cindy’s feet.
As she runs a finger up the bottom of Cindy’s right foot she apologies for being tardy. ‘Sorry Cindy, Would have made it back earlier but James demanded seconds. Damn your husband is fuckin good!’
Sarah goes to the end table and unrolls her tools. ‘So. My understanding is that you want to experience some really unbelievable pain before going to hell. Let’s see what I can do.
She goes to the tens unit and turns the power all the way up. After briefly staring at Cindy’s quivering body Sarah grabs a pair of electosex clamps. ‘I wouldn’t recommend doing this at home.’ She smirks. “Of course, you’re a doctor and already know this.’ The attaches the clamps to Cindy’s nipples, their teeth digging in deep.
I find myself staring at the monitor, wondering what in hell Sarah’s planning to do. Then it becomes obvious – she’s going to kill my wife. Damn that bitch. I run down the hall and into the master bedroom just in time to see Cindy plug in the leads. To my pleasant surprise. Cindy is still alive.
Sarah smiles. ‘You wanted her to experience excruciating pain.’ A few seconds pass and she turns off the tens unit. ‘And now I think she has.’
‘Now for my fun dear.’ Sarah picks up one of the scalpels and slowly draws it across her palm, showing Cindy her palm afterwards. ‘Just wanted to show you this is the real thing.’ Beads of blood form along the length of the slice.
‘So. We were going to start down here.’ Sarah grabs at Cindy’s clit. Then she lays the scalpel tip on top of Cindy’s skin, right above the clit. She slowly draws up the scalpel towards her cleavage, first making a half circle around her navel. The scalpel is almost through the mountains when…
The Order
Recovery
Thirty minutes later Cindy awakens on the bed. She slowly looks around the room. The restraints are gone. She looks down to find she’s been dressed in a loosely fitting pair of black scrubs. The windows are open allowing a strong breeze to flow through the room. Then she finds me, sitting in a far corner of the bedroom.
‘Damn you James. Why?” She props herself up on her elbows as tears start streaming down her cheeks.
I get up slowly and walk towards the bed. ‘I needed to fulfil your wish in a way that you’ll never want to go there again. It’s not a place for you. Only people like Sara can really enjoy what it offers. You’re in this business because of your insane curiosity. Your desire to be caught. And besides, you would never make a good slave.’
She smiles. A sadistic smile. I think I’ll be sleeping with one eye open for a while. ‘So, tell me James. Was this your plan or Sarah’s?’
‘Mine. Except the nipple clamps. I really thought she was going to kill you.’ I shake my head.
‘I’m surprised she didn’t. I can see it now. Heart attack while performing extreme sex acts.’ Cindy pauses. ‘That would make that bitch happy. She would then claim exclusive rights to your body. Fuck!!!’
I put my hand on her shoulder. ‘You might experience some pain for the next several days. Oh, and you might want to stay away from outfits that show off your belly.’
Cindy gives me a curious look, and then suddenly pulls up her top. She finds a shallow cut, a red line starting somewhere below her scrub pants and disappearing between her breasts.
‘She attached one lead from the tens unit to the scalpel, the other being one of your nipples. Sarah is one for detail. She wanted you to feel the pain of actually being sliced open.’
Cindy winces as she remembers. ‘Tell her that she succeeded. Nah, I’ll tell her.’ She examines the cut a little more, pulling up the waistband to see where it started. ‘This is going to hurt like hell for a while. Nothing like having a two-foot paper cut! Do you think she would skin me if you let her?’
I gently shake my head. ‘Do ducks like water?’
Cindy stares out the window. ‘I was afraid that would be your answer.’ She then turns her head and stares into my eyes. ‘Sooner or later you’ll need to make a choice. Me or her.’
I smile. ‘You know you have an advantage, don’t you dear? You’re a redhead!’
The Order
Shell Game
We walked down to the wet room to find Sarah talking to Pam. While still giving Pam the pros of being cooked alive, she glances our way. She smiles and starts walking towards us. ‘Nothing personal Cindy. I hope you understand.’
Cindy gently shakes her head. ‘You were just doing what James asked you to do. So, James, do want to fuck Pam one last time? Or is it time to pack her up.’
I give Pam a long look. ‘Sorry Pam. You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Sarah. Would you do the honors of getting her ready?’
‘Sure boss. I’ll just need some help getting her on the horse.’ Sarah and Cindy both laugh. Me the boss?
An hour later Pam was in crate two. Now we come to the back-end shell game. Ordering and receiving payment is not a problem using the dark web and numbered accounts. Delivering and receiving the goods is totally different. We need to keep our secrecy, and so does the buyer. We have the crates delivered from an antique store we own through a dummy corporation. They all have the required and verifiable markings to show that they came overseas. The location differs, this time it is from Egypt. They are picked up and dropped off at a shipper who then ships them somewhere else. The number of times this is repeated depends on the buyer. The only issue, the expiration date of the goods. It is always five days. And delivery is considered complete when we make delivery to their first shipper.
For this order, we specified a Sunday afternoon pickup, We barely had it on the loading dock at our suburban warehouse when the truck arrived. I signed for the pickup. Paul Snavely was the name. The clock is now ticking.
The Order
Party Time
Both crates arrived almost a day ahead of the scheduled deadline with their contents in perfect condition. The customer was so happy he gave us an additional fifty thousand and a future order. Normally this would be time to party with the girls but being a long day I’m just happy to be home.
As I open the door to the back hallway I’m greeted by only silence. And the cold. Walking towards the kitchen I glance at the hall thermostat. Damn. The furnace is turned off. That’s unlike Cindy. I turn it on. Setting it 70.
A few more steps and I hear what sounds like the whirling of a fan. It’s coming somewhere in front of me. The kitchen? Walking through the kitchen door a cold breeze smacks me in the face. Damn. The kitchen lights suddenly snap on. I find myself staring at a chocolate encased female. It’s been placed on top of the kitchen table. The table itself has been moved in front of an open kitchen window. A good-sized floor fan is between the body and open window, bathing the motionless form with a continuous stream of cold air from outside. A chilling 41°. The legs are spread wide with her feet closest to the window. Her arms were placed above her head.
I race towards the body and realize it’s Cindy. Looking down at her face I notice that her eyes are wide open and moving. A good sign. However, beside the eyes the rest of her body is motionless. It’s like she’s been paralyzed.
From the top of her head down to her toes she’s completely encased in a chocolate shell. That explains the need for the cold. Hair was neatly combed before the chocolate shell was applied. Her mouth is open and holding a huge red strawberry. Tits are topped with whip cream and a single cherry on each. Nuts were sprinkled on top of both. Another strawberry is stuffed in her navel. Her cunt has been stuffed with ice cream (it turns out to be cherry) and a chocolate covered banana. A huge mountain of whip cream is piled above her clit. Cherries and nuts covered the whip cream with a stream of chocolate syrup dribbled on top. Her feet have cherries and strawberries between her toes.
On the table beside her right tit is a large spoon, a carving knife and a note: ‘This is my present to you. And what better way to celebrate the sale – having your wife for dessert. I just wish I could be there. My only request – please do spoon her to death!’ On the back side it reads: ‘She has been paralyzed with her favorite drug. Unfortunately, I had to give her a larger than normal dose – even her shallow breath kept cracking the shell. She probably has an hour or two before she dies from hypothermia. Or from the drug. This was done around 5. So please do spoon her to death before that happens. She needs to enjoy the experience and not just wonder. You’re more than welcome. Love, Sarah. PS. The knife is for her clit. I candied it with cherry juice and chocolate flavoring.’
Damn… Sarah has reached a new low. But also, a new high. Cindy looks very edible. I could see slicing off some meat, broiling it and then sitting at the table enjoying it with a glass of red wine.
Staring down at Cindy I suddenly know what I need to do first. Take pictures! I’ll pay for this later, but I just must. When will she ever look like this again? A chocolate statuette. Probably never. After about thirty minutes I put down my phone, close the window, and turn off the fan.
Time for my dessert. I start between the legs. Finishing the whip cream, the banana, and then scooping out the ice cream. As I suck her clit, I notice some needle marks. Did she really candy her clit?
I eat the tittie sundaes, sucking the chocolate off her nipples. Eat the strawberry in her mouth and lick off the chocolate from her inner thighs.
Although I’m only halfway through my dessert, I decide it’s time to give Cindy the antidote. Just enough so she can talk. That was a mistake.
‘You fucking bastard. Your girlfriend almost kills me and the only thing you can think of doing is to take some pictures and treating me like a dessert!!!! Shit. I feel like slicing off your fuckin’ dick and then deep frying the fucking thing!!! Then slowly munch on it as I watch you bleed out! Damn you!’ She quiets down for a few minutes and then asks, ‘Am I good?’
‘You decide.’ I gently scrape some of the remaining ice cream from her cunt and dribble it in her mouth. ‘So, what do you think?’
‘It’s been like forever since I could even be considered a cherry, but it’s not bad.’ Cindy tries to lick her lips, but still is for the most part paralyzed.
Looking down at her, I give her a big smile. ‘Now. If you don’t mind, I have a dessert to finish!’
Her yelling ‘you asshole’ quickly changes to deep moans as I start with her feet, I slowly lick the chocolate off and then suck her toes. My tongue uses a light touch as I lick off the bottom of her feet. Going up her legs I start with the outer leg and then work my way inside. Stopping near the top of her thighs I jump to her breast. A little nibble of the tits. Long licks of her boobs followed by a squeeze of each. And then a firm bite of each nipple. Next is her neck and ears. A lick. A gentle suck. A nice bite.
Jumping back down to her clit, I see that her juices are flowing good. I then suck her clit, first the left side and then the right. I turn to look into her eyes. ‘You should taste your clit. She injected cherry juice on the left side, chocolate flavoring on the right. Damn it’s good.’
I shouldn’t say this, but what the hell. ‘She left a knife. Can I cut the damn thing off?’
Once again Cindy starts yelling ‘You mother fucker. What in the hell do you think I am?’ Then she grows quiet. After a few seconds she asks. ‘Would you miss it, my clit?’
‘I don’t know. There is so much to play with…’ I look at her, not believing we’re talking about this. ‘How about you. It’s your body. Would you miss it?’
After a brief pause she answers. ‘It could make masturbation a bit difficult. Infections could be a problem. But you do screw me on a regular basis. And I can handle the infections… Fuck! I know you might think this strange, but I really want to taste my candied clit. Go ahead and cut it off. Please?’
I pick up the knife and show it to her. ‘Are you sure?’
After a long pause she yells ‘YES! Do it before I change my fuckin’ mind!’
I walk down to her clit and start laughing. ‘What is so funny?’ she asks.
‘I was going to tell you not to move’ I outlined her clit with the tip of the blade. ‘As if you could..’
‘Damn it James! Just do it!’ she yells.
I place the blade against the base of her clit ready to slice it off. As I take a deep breath, a scream suddenly fills the air. Startled, I jerk the knife upwards, almost doing the evil deed. The result. A small cut on my thumb and a wife in tears.
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