by Ralph LeCan
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The early 1970s had seem the emergence of "black pride" and the celebration by many Black Americans of their African history and heritage -- they were yet to become known as "African Americans". However, that "back to Africa" awareness meant that the three young black women felt their "hobby" was in keeping with that growing trend -- although it is very doubtful that it would have had the blessing of the late Dr. King. It is of course true that cannibalism was a part of African history -- and it is likely the ancestors of all three women had, at one time or another, munched some nicely cooked human meals. Also, it is also doubtful that it would not really find political acceptance at the various Black Pride festivals -- although the women had participated in several and received rave reviews on the tastiest stews that they brought!
The spring of 1973 arrived early. It was that spring when all three women, who were friends from their college days at Howard University, first discovered their mutual interest. Melissa, at 27 was the youngest. She had remained at Howard as a Dietician. Ruth, at 28, was a nurse at D.C. General (and her knowledge of human anatomy had served them well during the early days of the hobby). Marsha, also 28 was a lawyer at one of the more prestigious black law firms in Washington. All three women shared an old, but very roomy house in the Adams Morgan area of D.C just off Calvert.
It was a balmy April evening when they first embarked upon their "hobby", a hobby which had started on a dare. In a documentary on T.V. about African history the subject of cannibalism was raised. Nicely mellow on a couple of after dinner drinks, the women had kidded about cannibalism and what use H. Rapp Brown and his followers might find for the numerous well-fed whites who populated D.C. by day and evening, only to return to the suburbs at night. "Hell," said Ruth, maybe we should get us a nice plump whitey here and have a first class honky barbecue."
All three were silent for a few seconds, obviously intrigued by the idea, it was certainly a way to really go back to their roots, but still... The silence was broken by Ruth who, in a moment of bravado challenged Melissa -- as the resident gourmet cook -- "Hey Melis, if I brought home some human meat would the food expert be able to find a suitable recipe?"
Melissa responded "nooo problem, I can cook anything." They all laughed, both Melissa and Marsha not giving any credence to the challenge -- but Ruth did and they were soon to find out just how seriously.
So it was one sunny late afternoon a few days later that Ruth came in carrying a package around two and a half feet long. It was wrapped in paper and she carried it into the kitchen, and called the others in.
"Well ladies, here we are, about to embark on a new frontier in dining," Ruth announced, and unwrapped it to reveal a human leg. The leg, which was white, had been cut at the top of the thigh. Its smooth hairless, surface and well-rounded shape revealed it was obviously female. Additionally, from the plumpness of the thigh and fullness of calf, its owner hadn't missed any meals lately.
All three looked at it in fascination as Ruth explained, "it came from a 24 year old auto accident victim who died this morning and was cremated this afternoon." Ruth then offered that" I was able to open the bag in which the woman was to be cremated, and remove the still warm leg -- substituting another one amputated during an operation so the weight of the ashes would be right -- then I closed the bag up. No one was any the wiser when the body was slid into the crematory."
There was stunned silence as the other two just continued to stare at the round, shapely leg. Their trance was broken by Ruth who said, "okay Melissa now its up to you!" Surprisingly, Melissa went right to work. Carrying the leg over to the butcher-block table, she squared off the top of the thigh with a cleaver, then severed the thigh from the rest of the leg just above the knee. She decided that she would use one of her favorite pork roast recipes, motivated primarily by the fact that the other evening's documentary had referred to cannibal victims as "long pigs."
The other two left the kitchen, but soon came back carrying a bottle of wine that all three shared. Melissa first removed the pink skin revealing that the thigh was covered all over by a nice layer of fat. Only Ruth has seen human fat before, and the others were surprised that it was yellowish instead of being totally white. The meat, exposed at either end of the roast was a bright red, but nicely marhemorrhage. Melissa scored the fat and pushed a clove into each of the squares. She then rubbed it all over with an herb mixture and put it in the oven. Soon the sweet aroma of roasting meat filled he air, mouth watering like nothing they had smelled before. Melissa decided that a simple tossed salad, baked potatoes and a loaf of French bread were sufficient to make a meal they would never forget.
Melissa had decided to cook the thigh well done, not sure what degree of cooking was required (later they would settle on medium-rare in most instances). All three were very hungry by the time it came to sit down and have dinner. This hunger was heightened by the fact the aroma was maddeningly delicious. They were well into a second bottle of wine when Melissa came out with the roast on a large platter. The resemblance to a human thigh, while still there, but it could have also have been a ham from a real pig, however they all knew where it originated. With a cook's expertise, Melissa removed the bone and sliced each a thick juicy steak. All three were reluctant to be the first to step over that threshold that would forever define her as a "cannibal", an eater of the flesh of her own species. Ruth, since she was the instigator of the project cut a small piece of the well-done but juicy meat. As if to further delay she carefully trimmed away some of the fat then, trying to hide a grimace, plopped it into her mouth.
Both of her table mates expected her to spit it out but, instead her eyes flew open with and she gasped,,"God, oh God its, its, delicious, no, no more than delicious, oh God!" Marsha thought Ruth was going to have an orgasm right there and both cut a generous chunk, not worrying about trimming away the fat, and ate it, so did Melissa. Their reactions matched, if not exceeded Ruth's, none had tasted anything this delicious, it was unbelievable. Soon, salads, potatoes, even wine was forgotten as second, them third steaks were carved for each.
Later, totally sated, over a third bottle of wine they knew they were at a point of no return, they were hooked on the flavor of the newly discovered meat, and knew they just had to have more. So late into the night, they made elaborate plans. They were far from feminists, and indeed very pragmatic about their pursuits, when it came to the game of enjoying the out of this world taste of "long pig," e.g.: human meat. In other words, no matter how the burgeoning "woman's lib" movement of the early 70s was playing out, and the sense of sisterhood unfolded, they decided that evening that the mature female body was infinitely more desirable than a male. In reaching this decision they acknowledged the basic fact that, on balance, women carry more body fat than men, and that body fat, particularly when a bit more is added, settles in the more desirable (from a dining standpoint) areas of the hips, rear-end and thighs. Extra fat means well-marhemorrhage meat, well-marhemorrhage means tender and juicy meat.
They did decide, however, that they would stop short of procuring and enjoying the ample charms of their black sisters, limiting themselves to the abundant selection of nicely-padded white women who populate D.C. Although unspoken, each also wanted to ensure that her other two co-conspirators might not look favorably upon her as a potential main course. Indeed, although all three were very attractive women, all also carried a few extra pounds themselves (in varying amounts). Melissa, being exposed to food all day was the plumpest. Although far from heavy, she was a bit overweight by about 10 pounds from what was considered the norm of the day. Ruth, more slender than the others was rather well-endowed in the rump, and even Marsha was concerned about how snug her skirts had gotten.
Over the next few days, they began to implement their plans. First, it was agreed the basement was the best spot to centralize their activities. It was windowless and very spacious. However, even before doing that they pooled their resources and purchased the house. The last thing they needed was a nosy landlord looking around.
Now, in the basement, there was already an oversized seven foot gas fireplace. They modified the burners so they went the full width of the fireplace. Then, although it took a bit of learning, they installed an electronically operated spit. The next project was to put in a shower in one corner. It was done in a couple of days although the plumbers, if they ever came back, would have been puzzled at the large hook the ladies screwed into the ceiling right over the drain.
Two other items were brought home by Melissa, obtained from the store room of unneeded items at Howard's dining room. There were a large oven, and a hanging scale that had been used, in earlier days to weigh sides of beef or pigs before cooking them in the very same oven. Now it would be used to weigh some very different "pigs". Both items, being obsolete, were bought for a total of $65. If only the Assistant Dean who approved the purchase knew what plans Melissa had for them! To put the finish touches on the basement they found another even larger butcher's table at an auction along with a complete set of cleavers knives and barbecuing utensils. A large freezer completed the job.
Now it was time to spring into action. Three weeks after their first taste of human meat, the three novice cannibals embarked on a foray to capture their first victim. The outing was over-planned, and over-discussed, but that wasn't necessarily bad. From where to find the unlucky young woman to how to lure her to their car was discussed and discussed and discussed.
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It was a Friday night and they hit several Georgetown bars, splitting up so no one would associate them with each other should any questions be asked. Finally in Clyde's around 11:45 that night Marsha was sitting at the bar deflecting the advances of a Redskins' running back, when she struck up a conversation with a very unhappy (but thankfully somewhat chubby) young blonde who appeared to be in her mid-20s. The woman was dressed in the, no longer new, style: "hot pants." Given her round figure that was rather unfortunate from a fashion standpoint -- or later a Ruth would quip, "really unfortunate for her but fortunate for us" (as they ably displayed her ample charms).
When Marsha has approached the bar, seeing the vacant stool next to the blonde, she had appreciated the width of the hot pants clad backside which had a nice amount overlapping the bar stool. As she ordered a drink, Marsha glanced down to see the fullness of the young woman's thighs and knew this was definitely worth a shot. Five minutes later, the blonde -- who was rather tipsy --was pouring out her story, tears running down her round cheeks, about being dumped. She was 26, in town only two weeks, from a small town in central Pennsylvania, still looking for a job. A friend of her brother's, who had a job with the government, had agreed to show her around, but had left with a tall, slender redhead while she was in the ladies room.
Marsha couldn't believer her luck. She offered to give the woman a ride back to her apartment, and managing to elbow her unwanted male friend in the groin as she picked dropped and up her purse escorted her out. Looking back at the douhemorrhage up football player she offered to him, "shoulda been wearing a cup". Later, she would acknowledge the stupidity of that action, as it brought attention to her, which she did not want -- but she got away with it.
Melissa and Ruth, seeing her leave with the young white woman, followed and all four met at the car. The other two smiled appreciatively as they say the white woman's ample figure and the fleshiness of her thighs -- thinking back to the thigh they had appreciated the other evening. Introductions were made, the woman's name was "Wendy", and they got in the car. Melissa drove, Ruth and Marsha sat in the back with Wendy between them. Wendy only lived a few blocks away, but Melissa took a rather roundabout way to take then down a quiet, industrial street. Wendy was babbling away, oblivious about where she was, when Ruth pulled the hypodermic needle from her purse. With a quick motion she jammed it into Wendy's ample right thigh, ensuring it went deep enough to get into the muscle below. Wendy looked around with surprise as Marsha stuffed a pillow over he face to muffle and cries. However, Wendy slumped without making a whimper and soon lay breathing heavily on Ruth.
The drug and dose would keep her out for at least five hours. While they did not wish to have to deal with their victim awake during preparation, they also were concerned the drug might alter the flavor of the meat, so they decided to wait at least eight hours, forcing the victim to drink lots of water, to purge the drug. Later this would be refined when they found a drug which did not affect the flavor one bit.
A built in garage was a blessing and they soon had the unconscious white woman in the bedroom especially outfitted for their "guests". It had a basic iron frame single bed, so that the "guest's" hands and feet could be secured with handcuffs. There were bars on the window, and they had installed sound-proof shutters as well as a layer of foam soundproofing on the outside walls. It was on the iron bed that Wendy's inert body was dumped and undressed.
"Christ" said Melissa, looking at the naked white body which lay on its front on the bed, "she's even fatter than she looked with clothes on -- I knew she had thunder thighs but look at the size of her ass". She slapped one well-dimpled buttock watching the flessh jiggle and shake, "pure lard, Melissa added."
Later measurements would show Wendy, was 5'3" tall, weighed 167 pounds and measured 37-35-43. In order to obtain the measurements when the victim was unconscious (or even deceased) they had installed a special rig which was attached to the hanging scale. This gave the weight as well as the opportunity to measure the height and the fullness of the breasts, belly and hips. Melissa kept detailed statistics on the victims, she was something of a statistics freak, although one day that would come back to haunt them.
"Well" said Marsha, "we'll get better at this, but at least we have the first one". The woman was rolled over on her back, brief comments were made about her round pudgy belly and not so ample breasts.
Wendy awoke around six a.m. Firmly gagged she could only make muffled sounds, her eyes wide in terror as she looked at the three black women standing around the bed. They removed the gag and made her drink four glasses of water then replaced the gag and left. They returned around eight.
"Well," said Marsha, "its time to prepare dinner" and she began to untie the petrified naked white woman whose eyes were wide with terror and the discomfort of an overfilled bladder. They again removes the gag to hear Wendy's pleas about having to "pee" badly. Hence, they allowed her to go to the bathroom, but Ruth went in with her to ensure nothing happened.
With a forced dispassionate manner the three black women led the naked white woman who walked on wobbly legs, to the basement and the "prep" area. Wendy was confused, but knew something was terribly wrong, something horrible was about to happen to her, as the two black women held a firm grip on her soft, plump upper arms. Questions raced through her mind, "Why was she naked, they were women, if they were men she was sure they meant to rape me, but why did women undress her, what were they going do to her?"
"Why am I here," Wendy finally stammered out as she was led down the stairs.
"Ah my dear," Ruth answered," you'll find out soon enough, soon enough," and gave a low giggle, patting Wendy gently on one ample buttock and appreciating its softness.
Actually, while the nervousness of the three neo-cannibals was palatable, if nowhere near matching that of their intended victim. They tried to make several jokes among themselves but most fell flat.
After going down two flights of stairs, the plump white woman's eyes grew even wider when she reached the bottom of the basement stairs and saw the well-equipped basement, correctly guessing the purpose of the equipment and the role she would play in utilizing it. She did not have long to consider things as Marsha picked up a small ball-pean hammer from the table beside the stairs and struck Wendy sharply on the side of the head. The naked young white woman made her last sound, a low yelp and crumpled but was help upright by the other two. They dragged her over to the scale and lifted the well-padded body up so the harness fit under Wendy's armpits, holding her about a half foot off the ground. Melissa went to get her brand new ledger book in which they would keep their victims' statistics as well as other pertinent notes.
After the measurements were taken, Wendy was taken down and carried over to the shower area. Later they would refine the process, using a trolley, but now it took the three of them to move/drag the unconscious woman to the shower. They lay her on the floor of the shower while Ruth took the figure eight rope she had tied earlier and looped one end around the white woman's ankles. Then, with some effort, Marsha and Ruth picked up the inert heavy white body, turned it upside down and hoisted it up. Melissa was on a step ladder and grabbed the loose end of the rope and tried to loop it over the hook in the ceiling falling a few inches short.
"For Christ sake, lift her higher," said Melissa, but just got a grunt from her friends.
"Damn," said Ruth, "ooof, she's a real porker, we can't get her any higher!"
However, Melissa pulled up on the loose end enough to just barely loop the rope over the hook and they let Wendy loose, to swing gently, ready for the final processing.
They had already decided how they were going to cook her, barbecued in the large fireplace, they had even written down the steps by the numbers. However, first she had to be "processed". Wendy's voluptuous, naked body swung slowly as she hung upside down. Her blonde hair hung down, as did her arms almost reaching the floor (another adjustment to make, shorten the rope!). However, in order to behead her, they had to lift up her arms and tie then to her body. They had decided that it would be easier to decapitate their first victim (other means could be selected later), gut the unfortunate young woman, then spit and roast her. Straws were drawn and Marsha got the job of doing the beheading. They had bought a heavy machete style knife from one of the army surplus stores still operating in the area.
Grimacing, Marsha approached the gently swinging white woman, put one hand on the side of her full hips to steady the body, then raised the knife. It was much heavier than it looked but, steeling herself, she positioned it at the level of Wendy's neck and swung. No one had thought to hold the head so it just hit the floor with a "thunk" followed by a torrent of blood which poured from the headless body's severed neck. All of them stood there motionless overwhelmed by the scene, but Ruth picked up the severed head and put it in one of the three buckets they had brought down for the process. The headless body twitched and shook, as the blood continued in spurting streams, coinciding with the last few heartbeats. Marsha's eyes glazed over and she became sick, retching into the bottom of the shower stall, the remnants of her breakfast mingling, mixing with Wendy's blood as it went down the drain.
Soon the headless body was still, the blood slowed to a trickle and the next step was to gut the body. They had already decided this was Ruth's job, due to her medical training. Taking one of Melissa's razor sharp knives she stuck it into the soft flesh of Wendy's lower abdomen. This was not the first time she had done this, as an O.R. nurse, the doctors often let the more experienced nurses open the abdomen for surgery. Hence, Ruth knew how deep to cut, getting through the subcutaneous fat (which on Wendy was rather substantial) and the muscle underneath, without cutting into the organs. They cut the ropes holding Wendy's arms to her side, and Ruth went to work. Soon, slit open from pubic region to between her breasts, Wendy was now ready for gutting. Ruth stopped a second to pull back one side of the incision to expose a substantial layer of yellow-white fat and smiled to her friends, "that would make some nice bacon if we wanted to smoke it". However, today they were into the basic barbecue, smoking various cuts of meat would come later.
Now, with a skill honed in the operating room, Ruth soon efficiently had the woman's insides cleaned out and put in one of the larger buckets. Then Melissa, who was starting to feel left out of the process, took the spray nozzle and washed out the cavity and the body.
As they prepared to take down the headless, gutted carcass, the women were presented with two other issues: what to do with the contents of the two buckets and did they want to put the body over the fire or cut it up and put in the freezers. The vote was three to zip for the barbecue, and Ruth offered that she could stow the excess stuff in one of the bags destined for cremation, "possibly," she said with a grin "even substitute it for another nice meaty thigh or haunch."
Taking down what was left of Wendy was easier, while they were pleased with how heavy the body still was, although it was lighter than the body they had hoisted up a few minutes ago. They lay the headless white woman on her back on the oversized butcher block. Melissa lopped off the hands and feet, feeling they would burn before the rest was cooked. Ruth went and brought out the eight-foot stainless steel spit, sharpened at one end. It was heavy and she asked Marsha to help position it in order to impale the body for roasting. As the two women picked it up, Melissa spread open the fleshy thighs. Marsha then asked Ruth, "which hole are we going to put it in".
Ruth just laughed, " let's stick it in her pussy, that's easier". As the sharp end of the spit was inserted into Wendy's vagina, several crude jokes were made, most centering on whether she had even had anything that thick inserted there before.
Ruth giggled again, "prolly the biggest thing ever in there, she likely been datin' them pencil dick white boys." The pole slid easily through the inert body and, with some beginner's luck it came out of the severed neck almost perfectly centred. Melissa then produced a ball of thick cord, used specifically for barbecuing meat, and soon Wendy's arms and legs were secured to the spit.
While Ruth lit the six-foot long gas burner Melissa went upstairs to get the half-pound of melted butter which had been put on a low heat on the stove. She came back and, using a new paintbrush she had bought began to brush it all over the front of the body. Then they turned Wendy over and did the back.
"Hey" said Marsha, "looking at the nearly empty pan, that's not enough for four or five hours over the fire." "Ahh," said Melissa, patting one butter covered buttock, "but our dinner here will be self basting, this fat will melt and help her turn a nice golden brown!"
It took the three of them to lift up the spit and its human occupant and carry it to the fireplace. One end was positioned in the motor fitting, the other put on the small ball bearing collar mounted on a bracket at the other end of the fireplace. Melissa threw the switch and the headless body began to turn. She adjusted the speed to make it about five revolutions per minute. Then Marsha turned the gas higher, then adjusted it to what they thought was a good height, they didn't want the young woman's plump body to burn or cook too fast, yet they didn't want it to take forever to cook her either.
Giggling, nervously, Marsha offered, as the body turned "face down" -- face down if it still had a head -- "look," she observed when her front is down, her tits hang down close to the fire."
"Yeah, and when she's "face up" its her big ass that's closest," chimed in Ruth.
"Hey, offered Melissa, that ain't at all bad. They're the fattest part of her and the hardest to cook thoroughly, so it ain't bad, plus the stuff that melts will keep her well basted.
All three women were then quiet stopped for a few minutes, transfixed as the fleshy, naked, headless body of what had once been a young woman named "Wendy" slowly turned over the flames. They had embarked on their first "long pig" barbecue; there was no turning back now...