by Floyd Harvey
Translation by Spike (C)
Katie, Carol, Cora and Anne had been friends for a long time, from their childhood days to be precise. They had spent most of their youth together, and now they had reached adulthood. Katie and Anne were both 19 years of age, while the two others were "only" 18.
Almost four weeks ago they had decided upon taking a long trip together. They had planned this for ages, but it had never worked out thus far. However, this time around they all had a lot of time.
And so they had jumped into Anne's old car and had driven off. They wanted to tour the great plains of the states in order to
experience something really exciting before they spent the rest of their lives with husband and kids.
In the beginning, all had gone well, they had spent the nights in cheep motels and had a lot of fun. From time to time some fool had tried to get laid, but they had been able to block most of these advances right from the start. They knew that type of guy all too well: First they babbled something about love and told the thickest yarn, and then, just when they had plunged their dirty piece of meat into them, all the romance was gone. Then they only wanted to sleep in order to fuck off early in the morning. No, they were sick and tired of that kind of thing. At least for this trip, they wanted to relax.
Yet right then they had already spent two weeks in this hut in the middle of nowhere, in the mountains, with snow all around them, right to the horizon. It had all started with their idea of wanting to get away from civilization, away into untouched nature. However, just as they were right in the middle of this "nature", their car had yielded up its soul, and there was not a garage for hundreds of miles, in fact not a soul was out there. And then it had started to snow, just as though to add to their misery. They had thought that this was their end, but then they had found this little hut. It was not big at all, and not at all clean, yet they at least had a roof over their heads, a fireplace and the wood from the adjacent forest warmed them up nicely. In the beginning they had tried to start a fire outside in order to be detected, say by a plane. Yet, firstly no plane ever turned up, and moreover, the snow blew the fire out almost as quickly as they had started it. Their stocks had run low by then. Surely, they had tried to hunt some wild animals in the forest. Sadly, however, it had not gone beyond an attempt. How could city people like these four shoot a deer or a hare without a machine gun?
And so they had sat in the hut and had eaten the last stocks together. The next days had been terrible, they had no food and the snow just wouldn't just stop falling. But even if it had, how would they have tried to get away from this forsaken spot? No map, without a car, without any equipment.... Four days after they had eaten the last stocks they sat together in the morning and argued about what to do. A completely ludicrous idea, as there was nothing to do at all. Then, however, Katie had an idea. She had always been the cleverest, most grown up among the four. "There is a solution", she proclaimed. "Do you know the story of the victims of that famous plane crash in the Andes a couple of years back ?" "Yeah", Carol replied, "they ate their dead in order to survive didn't they ?" "That could be our solution as well", Katie said. "B..But, we, we are all still alive....", Annie stammered in return. "Yep, that's true", Katie said, disappointment almost audibly swinging in her voice. A fierce debate erupted, at the end of which the girls abandoned the plan as absurd. However, at night the hunger kept them awake and they were silently whispering to each other.
This went on another night and day, then hunger had won over all their scruples and in the morning they sat together anew in order to discuss. "But how should we do that", Cora asked, "we can't just eat each other." "We will draw straws, four, and whoever draws the short one has to sacrifice herself for the others. Just as we have sworn once : One for all, all for one." "But then we were still children", Carol retorted, "and none of us had thought about anything like this." This kind of debate went on for a while, but at noon they were agreed to do it anyway. Katie got her box of matches from her rucksack, took out four and put them on the table, clearly visible for all eyes present. She put the box away again and looked at the others. All four gave her a nod and so she took one of the matches and broke it in the middle. Then she turned around and held the four little sticks in her hand so that the others could not see where the short one was. Having ordered the matches properly, she turned around to her friends and offered them the hand with the matches. These matches would decide between life and death, between eating and getting eaten. "May the lot decide our fate", Anne said and took one of the offered sticks. She had drawn one of the long ones, and she sighed with relief.
Next in line was Cora, the youngest, who drew..... the short straw. She dropped it immediately and burst into tears, but not for long, and soon afterwards she had regained her composure. "So be it then", she said. Cora looked very calm, calmer than her three friends who now had the task of killing her. Anne cried "I can't do it, we can't butcher Cora, I can't, I rather starve than do it."
"Don't talk rubbish", Cora said, "you are going to live, so do it."
"I will do it", Katie said "that is if you agree to that." Cora looked at Katie and gave her a nod. "Do you know how to do it?"
Katie only said "yes". As a kid she had lived in a small village and had once watched how the neighbors had slaughtered a pig. She knew her task and she would do it.
Under her careful direction, the preparations began. Snow was filled into an old metal tub they had found and heated up, just as they had done so often during the last days in order to have a bath. The water took long to warm up. Meanwhile they found two strong ropes. A quarter of an hour later, the water was warm enough. Cora knew that her last hour had come now. "What shall I do", she asked Katie, who was by then in charge of the operation.
"Take your clothes off, please", Katie replied "we have to prepare you." A little embarrassed, Cora started unbuttoning her blouse. Until then she had never shown herself naked to her friends. But she wanted to face her fate upright and so she took off her blouse under the gaze of her friends and put it orderly over the chair.
She had always been a good girl and she wanted to remain one until the end. Katie looked at the firm tummy and the small stiffened breasts, which were still hidden by a bra. She noticed her mouth watering. Katie was shocked about herself. Meanwhile Cora had taken off her bra, too and too firm, pert tits became visible. She had soft dark nipples that were a bit stiff. Tho other two girls began to inadvertently lick their lips, but when they notice, they, too became embarrassed and pulled themselves together quickly. They did not want to let Cora feel how hot they were for a taste of her flesh. Cora had by then taken off her pants and put them over the blouse, the socks followed and very slowly, she finally rid herself of her knickers.
The three girls looked at their victim, as that was what Cora was by now. She still was their friend, but also her meal, their insurance against starving to death. By then, Cora stood in the room completely naked and, funnily enough, she wasn't embarrassed at all about her nudity, she only saw the hunger in the eyes of her friends, which they could hardly suppress. Katie approached her "I will now shave you, your whole body, please tell me when it hurts, I will try and be as careful as I can."
On the first day, they had found shaving foam and a shaving knife, which obviously one of the former male inhabitants had forgotten here. Katie applied a lather of shaving foam to Cora's left arm and began to shave her with the sharp blade. It was difficult for her at first and she even cut Cora once, but Cora didn't move an eyebrow when a small drop of blood flowed down her arm. Luckily, the cut was not deep, and the blood flow stopped quickly. Then Katie depleted Cora's right arm, where after she busied her self with Cora's back. All the while, Cora stood motionless in the room and let everything happen to her without making a sound. Only when Katie applied the foam to her firm breasts, she moaned shortly. The upper body was quickly shaved. Katie kneeled down in front of Cora and shaved first her left and then her right leg. This went quickly and almost as a matter of routine. Then only the short curly hair between Cora's thighs remained. "Please, love, spread your legs a bit", Katie asked Cora, "I can't otherwise do it properly." Cora did as she was told and when Katie knelt between her legs in order to finish the shaving job, she clearly saw the slight glistening between the slightly spread love lips. No denying it, Cora was wet. Quickly, she took the foam and worked it into the last remaining bits of body hair. Then, slowly and carefully, she slid the blade across the sensitive flesh, until the last bits of hair had gone.
Katie stood up "Please sit down in the bathtub and wash yourself."
Cora sat down as told, but suddenly looked up to her friends and said: "I would like you to wash me, please grant me that last wish." Which they did. Six hands wandered across her hairless, young body and rinsed it properly. Her breasts were lovingly caressed, and her moist slit was subjected to manifold gentle touches. Cora savored the moment, for the last time in her life.
Then her three friends took a step back. Katie spoke up again: "Are you ready ?" Cora only nodded slightly, with a sad look on her face. Her three friends briskly rubbed her dry. "One bucket each, and follow my outside, I want get it over and done with quickly", said Katie. She took Cora by the hand and they went outside.
The snowfall had died down in intensity and Cora's naked body steamed in the cold air when they went behind the hut. Here two rings were fastened to the wall, about 8ft above the ground. Through these rings they had flung the ropes, the ends of which lay in the snow. "Lie down please, legs facing the wall", said Katie when she and Cora reached the place. When Cora finally lay in the snow, Cora and Anne arrived. They put the buckets to the ground and tied the ends of the ropes around Cora's ankles, who still lay motionless on the ground, her legs slightly spread. Anne and Carol were finished. Together they pulled Cora up by the ropes. When she finally hung above the ground, back to the wall, they fastened the ropes and looked at Katie, who approached Cora slowly, knife in hand. "Sorry, littl'un" she said, but Cora did not answer, she hung motionless and naked on the wall of the hut. "I can't take it", Anne cried and ran back into the hut. Katie gave Carol a look - she nodded. Slowly she approached the tender throat of the girl with the knife, then the cold blade touched soft skin. With her free hand she pressed Cora's chin further down still, in order to have an even better grip. Then she slid the hard steel almost gently through Cora's skin and severed the carotid artery. Blood gushed forth in bright red torrents.
Quickly she grabbed one of the buckets and placed it beneath Cora's head in order to gather her lifeblood, which she didn't manage completely, so violently the blood gushed from the gaping wound. She took up the knife anew and cut again, this time between vagina and navel. She pressed the knife into Cora's convulsing body. The knife slid easily into the warm, tender flesh. Below, the warm blood quickly melted the snow. Cora jerked and cried. The pain had pulled her back into reality, she realized that she was being butchered, and that triggered her survival instinct. She wanted to fight for her life. Yet, it was too late. Without giving her a chance, Katie cut Cora's belly open to her sternum with a swift cut. She took great care that she did not cut too deep and ripped her intestines, as then her intestinal bacteria would have contaminated the valuable flesh. Blood and guts spilled out. Katie grabbed inside the gaping wound and ripped her bowels out. Long and bloody it dropped into the snow, which was colored red instantly.
With a couple of final slashes, Katie then severed the rest of her intestinal tract and so Cora's entrails fell into the snow. Cora stopped moving, the pain had numbed her senses. But she was still alive, as the blood spilling from her body testified. Slowly, however, the red torrent stopped and Carol could remove the half-filled bucket. Then it was Katie's turn again, She cut the edible organs, such as liver and kidney from the lifeless body and tossed them into an empty bucket, throwing the rest into the snow.
After less than a quarter or an hour, it was done and Cora hung before them, gutted and bled. Her eyes still stared forward in panic. Now they had meat again, food, and that meant that they didn't need to starve to death. They took the organs into the hut and left Cora's body hanging outside in order to cool down, where after they took the corpse inside. As a matter of fact, this was their meat and not meant for wild animals to feast upon.
They had cleaned the dried blood from Cora's body and put it on the table. Then the three friends sat around it and nobody dared to take the first piece of meat. After about 10 minutes, Katie took the initiative and cut a bit out of the left arm. She put it into the old saucepan and placed it over the small fire in the fire place. Slowly the scent of fried meat spread through the hut, which overcame Carol's and Anne's hesitation. Following the example of their friend, they, too, cut a piece out of the arm.
Soon their appetite was satisfied and then they had to think what was to happen with the rest of the meat, well, or Cora. They could not leave it in the hut, where it would rot much to quickly, but outside, it would only fall prey to wild animals.
Then, however, the old shed directly adjacent to the hut sprang to their minds, where it was quite cold. There their friend would be safe. So they picked up the lifeless body and carried it to the shed. They just wanted to hang it on the wall, head down, when Anne said "Look how she's staring at us, how should we eat her if she is staring at us that way." "You are right", Carol answered, "we don't need the head anyway, let's chop it off and throw it away." "Yeah", Katie said, "but with what, it ain't that easy." Yet then they discovered an old axe sticking in a chopping block. Katie took up the axe and ordered Carol and Anne to put Cora's body on the block, so she could sever the head. It wasn't all that easy to place the body onto the block in a way that prevented the valuable meat coming into contact with the dirt on the ground. Finally, they had done it. Anne and Carol held the body by the arms while Katie wielded the axe. With a mighty crunch, the rusty steel entered the neck and severed the head in one crushing blow. The axe stuck in the block and head fell to earth. And had Carol and Anne not clung tightly to the body, it would have also tumbled into the dirt. When they left the shed, Katie took the head by the hair and tossed it into the snow.
The three girls went back to the hut and went asleep. But somehow sleep wouldn't come to them that night, they were tormented by nightmares. Over the next few days they cut more pieces from Cora's body, and soon their revulsion and the hesitation had made way for curiosity. So one day they stood in the shed and looked at the hanging body, whose arms had already been eaten completely. Katie's gaze fell on Cora's vagina. "I wonder what that tastes like", she thought aloud. The two others remained silent and thus she picked up the knife and cut into Cora's flesh, just left from her pubic lips. Carefully, Katie separated the wonderful morsel from the body. Curious, she gazed at the severed piece of genitalia. "Yeah, I think it will taste good." "You are disgusting", Anne said horrified. "Why", asked Carol "well I would like to know how it would tastes as well." "Take one of the breasts", Katie said, "so we can share." It was quickly said and done, and with a few cuts, Carol severed the left breast from the body and went back to the hut. Anne was disgusted, and she only cut a small piece from the belly and went back as well.
The roasted cunt tasted delicious, a bit salty but very very interesting. Anne didn't want to taste. After Katie and Carol had eaten the small juicy vagina, they devoured the breast. They had expected the breast meat to be fatty, but it was firm and tender, a culinary delicacy, but Anne didn't want to have any of that either.
Thus it went on and on, and Cora vanished piece by piece, Anne became funnier with every day that passed and the snowfall would just not abate at all. For days, Anne had thought that the other two were brooding something sinister. Whenever she came back from a pee into the hut she thought she could hear the other two whisper clandestinely, but in their company they only held small-talk. The days went by, and finally all that was left of Cora was one leg.
It happened in the evening. Somehow, Anne had foreseen it, but she was helpless anyway. Just when she returned from a pee, Carol and Katie leaped onto her. Anne tried to fight back with all her power but her friends were stronger, and quickly gained the upper hand. Quickly, they had overwhelmed Ane and then she lay on the table, spread-eagled. "We're genuinely sorry, littl'un", Katie said, "but you know our situation. We really wanted to draw lots again, but you wouldn't have gone along with that, so we had no other choice.
But, think positively, you help us, your friends to survive." "Go to hell, Cannibals", Anne yelled at them. Tears of rage and fear rolled down her cheeks, but that failed to impress Katie and Carol and without hesitation, they cut Anne's clothes from her body with knifes until in no time the hapless creature lay naked and stretched out on the table in front of them. The sight was mouth watering and this time around Katie and Carol didn't even have to be embarrassed.
Throughout the whole procedure, Anne had yelped and cried incessantly, but to no avail. Katie approached her throat with the cold sharp blade, pressing Anne's head onto the table with her free hand. The knife just touched the throat, ready for the death dealing slash, as Carol had an idea. "I have heard that the meat should taste even better, when the victim is tortured before dying.
Some hormones are then released in the body, at least with animals, so why shouldn't it work with her." Katie withdrew the knife. "Good idea, I am always open for new recipes." Looking at Carol she said "what are you thinking of ?" Carol approached helpless Anne. "I'm sorry kid, but you have to think about us too." Then she left the hut and quickly returned with a great icicle she had severed from the roof. This icicle was a really monstrous piece of equipment. At its base it was about 4" in diameter and over 1 1/2 ft long. It wasn't really sharp at the end, rather a rounded tip. Carol took the tip of the icicle between her warm lips, which immediately melted the ice. And by rotating the icicle's tip was sharpened.
After taking a brief look at her handiwork, she inserted the ice without a word into Anne's vagina. Anne cried anew, as the cold ice entered her body. Melted water ran down her vaginal lips as Carol worked the icicle in and out of her hole. Gradually Cora slid the ice deeper into the tender pink hole. Anne had stopped crying, she only whimpered quietly. But it was not a painful whimpering, rather a bit lustful, she seemed to like it. But as Carol drove the long icicle completely into her and felt how the tip ruptured her entrails, Anne yelped in agony, and this time it was not lustful at all. It was only a short cry, she was too tired by what had gone before. The melted water mixed with blood, which trickled between her legs onto the table.
Meanwhile Katie had picked up a pair of pincers and had tied some of Anne's cut clothes around the iron handles. She picked up a piece of red hot coal from the fire in the oven. She quickly approached Anne's left breast with her hot cargo. She lowered the hot coal onto her tit without directly touching it. Anne howled as if she was roasted on a spit. This, however, as much as the other two would have liked it, was impossible on the small oven.
Otherwise, this would have been an option in Katie's and Carol's mind. Anne wanted to get away, but her bonds were too tight, and held her flat on the table. The colour of her nipple changed from pink to golden brown. The tender flesh started to hiss and steam after a few minutes. Anne was still fully conscious when Katie finally put the coal away and bowed down to her left breast. She could clearly see how Katie's teeth closed around the roasted flesh, she felt the pain as Katie bit down, and her nipple was cut loose and vanished into Katie's mouth. She heard her chew and saw the deeply satisfied gaze in the eyes of her former friend. And she saw how Carol picked up a piece of coal from the oven. The pain ripped through her body anew, this time, however, on the right side. This time around, Anne could not stand the pain and her senses left her. She didn't feel how her other nipple vanished into Carol's mouth.
But this void did not hold for long. The terrible cold cutting into her young naked, mistreated body, woke her up and she found herself hanging in the very same place behind the hut where Cora had already yielded up her soul. Katie stood in front of her, knife in hand. Anne just wanted to open her mouth to cry, when she sharp blade cut her throat, turning her yelp into a tormented gurgle. The last thing she felt was as Katie began gutting her, then she drifted away into a black depth.
Katie and Carol decided to let the body hang outside for a bit to cool down properly. But after an hour, they heard a howling in front of the hut. They ran to the window, and what they saw made their stomachs turn. A pack of wolves had gathered in front of the hut. Not without reason, as they had sensed the scent of fresh meat and now they were devouring Anne's body. Following their first impulse, Carol and Katie wanted to run out of the hut to force the wolves away, but soon, reason took over again, and so they were forced to look on as the wolves enjoyed their meal.
In the night, none of the two dared to sleep, as both knew, whoever falls asleep first is next in line.
Outside the snow continued to fall ....