by Eli the Bearded
September 10, 1995....12:15pm
A heavy, damp fog covered the waters ahead. Standing at the prow of the little boat, I couldn't make anything out in front of us. The Captain said we were nearly at our destination, but I was begining to think he was off course.
As I'd heard the story told, sometime around a thousand years ago, a section of land broke loose from Austrailia. It seems the shape and composition of the land was such that, insted of falling into the waters, the piece floated.
Over the next century, the new island moved farther and farther from the mother continent. Caught in the currents, it stayed in the proximity of Australia, but moved in eratic patterns. For centuries people tried to located the, now lost island. Those that were successful, failed. They
never returned to tell of their success.
In the latter part of the nineteenth century, Darrian White managed to find the island. Darrian White was a historian and an adventurer. He managed to find, visit, and return from the island. Not only that, he was said to have become some sort of god to the people still living there; the descendants of the original tribes.
Through settling of the island, Darrian White laid claim to the island and everything on it. Including the diomonds and gold he found. When he died, he passed ownership on to his son, who followed in his father's footsteps and passed it on to his son.
At the time I made the trip, it was said that a person could satisfy any desire on the island--as long as the price was right.
I was thinking about the money this trip had cost me--a year's salary--when the island seemed to form out of the fog and mist that covered the water. I mean it almost seemed the fog solidified and formed the island shore.
The scean was from the pages of a travle brochure. White sand beaches, palm trees, even a mountain, thrusting up out of the jungle like some phallic god-symbol. It certainly looked like a primitive island, inhabited by savages. I didn't see any sort of dock. The waves broke freely on the shores, and the beaches looked deserted. Whear were we going to put in? I couldn't believe that the Captain would just run the boat aground.
I was right about that. We cut the engines and began to drift slowly in to shore. Was I expected to swim? I was getting nervous when I spotted a dingy coming out to meet us. I grabbed my suitcase and waited. Twenty minutes later I was in a jeep headed towards a large house in the interior.
Same Day....1:30pm
The house was huge, and we spent twenty minutes or more on manicured grounds before pulling up in front of the mansion.
The place seemed to be swarming with beautiful, young women. All nationalities were represented. Every body type seemed to be there. Short and petite. Tall and buxom. Even the in-betweens. The one thing they all had in common was seemingly ideal proportions and beauty. From angelic innocence to sultry sensuality. It was all there. I wondered if any of them would be available.
At the house I met Thomas White in person. He came to meet me, and treated me like a friend not seen in many years.
"Mr. Clark! I'm so happy to have you as my guest!" He took my hand in a firm grip, shking it vigorusly once, twice, then releasing it.
"It's great to finally be here," I replied.
"I'll have your bags taken to your room. I would like to talk to you about tomorrow's feast."
He motioned me towards the door and fell in beside me as we entered his house. The entrance hall was modest and very tropical in flavor. I followed him into an enormus room that would have been more at ease in a city library than a tropical mansion.
"Mr. Clark," he began.
"Please, you're my host," I interupted. "It's Jim."
"Jim, have you had the chance to see some of the choices we offer here? I'm sure there were several of the women on the grounds as you came up."
"It seemed like hundreds. They were all gorgeous. I couldn't tell which of them were guests and which work here."
"None of them work here," he chuckled. "And none of them are guests. They all live here. You," he anounced grandly, "Will chose one of them to roast for tomorrow's dinner."
Same Day....3:40pm
I walked the grounds, looking at the young women. I was so excited and turned on that I was afraid my condition would be obvious from the bulge in my pants. I couldn't believe that we would be roasting and eating one of these lovely young things tomorrow.
Thomas had explained how he managed to get so many beautiful women on the island. He had recruiters all over the world. Most of the girls were in a tight financial situation. They, or their families, needed large sums of money in a hurry. Some of them were just greedy. In any case,
they were offered one hundred thousand US dollars to come to this island to live for one year.
Arrangments could be made to have the money given to thier families immediatly if they wished. At the end of one year an additional hundred thousand dollars would be paid to the woman as she left. If, for any reason, the girl didn't leave the island, the money would be paid to her family.
They were all told that they were essentially selling themselves into slavery for that time. During that year they were the property of Mr. White, and they would be required to serve him, and his guests, in any way asked of them. Nothing was hidden from them. They were also told that Mr. White and some of his guests had a taste for female flesh. They all decided that, since there was always between four and five hundred girls on the island at any time, the odds were in their favor.
Thomas also told me that most of the women knew I was here and that I would be choosing one of them for dinner. I wondered how that would affect them as I met them. When I asked about it Thomas just grinned and said I'd have to find out.
A pretty little blonde was sunning herself on the lawn. She sat in a lounge facing out over a lagoon. Her skin was tanned a light brown and glistened with lotion. The thong bathing suit that tried, in vain, to cover her was almost the same shade of tan.
I stopped beside her and stood looking down at her slender body. Her young breasts were small and firm. The pert nipples pressed against the fabric of her top. Her face was innocence personified. She looked as if she was no older than fifteen, even though I'd been assured that they were all of legal age to sign the contract; at least in their own countries. This girl looked to be European or of European descent. I figured she had to be at least eighteen.
She sensed me looking at her and opened her eyes. When she saw the way I was dressed--the workers wore shirts with the island logo--she jumped out of the lounge and knelt in front of me. Her knees were spread wide apart, her hands were laid, palms up, on her thighs. Her head was
lowered, her eyes on the ground.
"What's your name?" I asked her softly.
"I am called Lisa, Sir. If that pleases you."
"Stand up, Lisa."
She got to her feet and stood looking at the ground. I put my hand under her chin and raised her head. Her eyes were malachite green. The top of her head barely came to my chest. Her lips were full and slightly poutty. Her innocence made her even more sexy and definitely more desirable for dinner.
"Do you like the way I look, Sir?" she timidly whispered.
Before answering I slipped the straps of her top from her shoulders and pulled the cloth from her breasts. Her nipples were very dark and large. I cupped a breast in my palm and squeezed it firmly. She held her breath and her teeth caressed her lower lip as my thumb brushed over the tender morsel of her nipple.
I released her breast and walked behind her. The girl's legs were firm, with nicely toned muscles. Her ass looked tight and round. I ran both my hands over the cloth covered cheeks. They felt like they would cook very nicely.
"Yes, Lisa. I like the way you look very much."
"Are you Mr. Clark, Sir?"
I nodded my head and watched her expression as she realized that I was considering her a prime candidate for my dinner. Her eyes got larger and she bit her lip again. This time I was afraid she might draw blood. She began to tremble and I saw the idea of running cross her face.
I motioned for the guide Thomas had supplied to come closer. When I indicated the girl he quickly snapped a light chain to a tiny ring set in the thin collar around the girl's neck.
"Sir," Lisa began, her voice quivering. She stopped, took a deep breath and started over. "Sir, if I can. I know someone that would taste better than me."
"Oh? Maybe you should tell me who this girl is and where I can find her." I bit at the inside of my mouth to keep from grinning.
Lisa nodded towards the lagoon. "Swimming. Down there."
I asked Lisa some questions as we walked. I discovered that she was born in India. Her father was British and her mother Indian. When her father returned to England he'd promised to return for her and her mother, but never had. Lisa was just past her seventeenth birthday, and had been on the island for over nine months. I'm sure she was feeling desperate to find some way out of ending up on the table, served for my dinner.
We walked to the shore of the lagoon and I watched the buxom brunette bathing in the water. Her hair was just shoulder length. Her breasts were too big to stand up "pert and perky." Instead, they rested majestically on her chest. The large, dark arioles were crinkled with the cold from her swim, and the nipples were hard and tight. Just looking at them made me want them in my mouth.
Lisa called to her and waved her in. I watched her closely as she walked out of the water. Lisa was right. This girl probably would roast better. I could tell from the way she moved, the muscles flowing smoothly beneath her skin, that she had better muscle tone.
"Sir, this is Carol. I really think you will like her." Lisa turned to the brunette and she smiled expectantly, the way someone might if they are telling a joke and anticipating the reaction to the punch line.
"Carol, this is Mr. White's guest, Mr. Clark." I don't know what Lisa expected but Carol certainly knew who I was. Her eyes got huge as she stared at me. Her hands fluttered around her breasts and over her vaginal mound as if she could cover herself with them. Her mouth opened in an OH, and she took two steps back. The regal composure she'd shown walking from the water was gone.
"Stand still, girl," the guide snapped.
Carol stood ridged, eyeing me nervously as I looked her over. Her face was more mature than Lisa's, although Lisa assured me she was only eighteen. She was also more classically beautiful than Lisa.
Carol had high, fine cheeks and dark eyes. Her lips were so red that she looked, from a distance, as if she had lipstick on. Her breasts were very full and large, but they were also extremely firm as I discovered. Her hips were wider, more developed than Lisa's, and her legs were longer. The girl was beautiful. I mean she was super-modal material.
"I'll take them both back to the house," I told the guide. "I'll decide there which one to have roasted for dinner tomorrow."
Lisa looked surprised and worried. She just shook her head back and forth. Carol, on the other hand, nearly fainted at my words. The guide hooked the other end of the chain he had Lisa on, to Carol's collar. He gripped the chain in the center so that he effectively had two leashes. We set off for the mansion.
Same Day....5:30pm
"I think we'll have a contest."
I was looking at the two girls standing nude in my room. They both looked delicious, each in a different way. I just couldn't make up my mind which one I wanted to eat. I decided to test their reactions.
Before coming to my rooms I'd asked the guide to take us on a tour of the kitchen. I wanted the girls to see the arraignments being made to cook one of them. They both seemed hypnotized by the fire pits, one of which would be used to roast the chosen one. Then, when they saw the impaling rod that would skewer one of them, they shrank away from it as if it was alive and might jump at them.
The chef had been there and he looked both girls over. He told me that Carol would probably roast better, but the innocent one would be more fun to prepare and eat. While he talked I kept an eye on both girls. Carol had approached the impaling rods. She was running her hands over the sharp tip of one of the rods. Her eyes were half closed and she was breathing heavily. Lisa hadn't gone near it, but she watched Carol and I caught her brushing her pussy mound with her hand. Her fingers were parting the lips and caressing the tender clit.
When I called them to follow us to my rooms, they both jumped. I took no notice.
"Starting with Lisa, each of you will come to me and do your best to please me. While you do, you will tell me why you think I should eat the other one. The one that serves me best, and has the most convincing argument, wins. I will have the other one roasted for tomorrow's dinner."
I reclined on the stuffed lounge at the foot of my bed. It was old Grecian in style and very comfortable. I opened my legs, putting a foot on the floor at both sides of the lounge. As I did, I parted my robe to expose a very stiff erection. My cock hadn't been that hard since I was eighteen.
"Lay there between my thighs, Lisa. Tease me with your hands and tongue for a while. I want to ask you some questions." "What did you think of the kitchen?" I asked Lisa as her soft fingers lightly caressed my swollen penis. A drop of clear liquid was already forming at the tip.
"It scared me," Lisa whispered, staring at the head of my tool. She lowered her mouth to the tip of my cock and licked the thick liquid from it. The look on her face was sensual and calculating.
"I saw Carol caressing the pole. She likes the idea of having that thing run up inside her. I think it turns her on."
I nearly laughed out loud. I might have if it wasn't for the exquisite sensations Lisa's tiny hands were sending through my body.
"So you think Carol would be a better choice for my dinner because she wants to roasted alive?"
"Well, you know, " Lisa began as her thumb ran up and over the sensitive head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me.
"We hear the cooks talking sometimes, and they tell us things when they use us. They say that the longer a girl stays alive over the fire the better her meat tastes. It seems to me that if the girl is willing, even eager, to be roasted, she is more likely to live longer."
I didn't know if she was right or not, but having her talk about it that way was rapidly sending me towards orgasm. I reached over and took a fist full of her hair in my hand. I pulled her full lips towards my cock. She offered just enough resistance to make me feel dominant and forceful. The girl was good.
Her lips slid over the head of my cock. I felt her tongue working along the sensitive crown as it slid towards her throat. When I felt the thick tip of my penis press against the back of her tender throat I held it there for a moment, then slowly slid it part way out. After that, I released her hair and let her suck me off.
Her lips, tongue and mouth worked together in perfect unison. My cock felt like it was being caressed and stimulated over every centimeter at one time. I found myself holding my breath as my cock swelled larger and larger. My balls tightened up and I felt as she was going to suck them out through my cock.
"Ohhhhh.....my.......goooooood. I'm ....go..ing.....to......cuuuuum!!"
My cock felt as if it exploded as thick streams of seaman shot into her mouth and throat. She gulped and swallowed frantically, trying to get it all, but a little trickled from the corner of her mouth.
When she'd sucked the last drop of come from my cock, she licked it clean and laid her head on my thigh. Her tiny hand continued to caress my shrinking tool. I looked over at Carol as she knelt on the floor. Her face was flushed and I knew she'd been touching herself.
"Carol, go draw a bath for me. Let me know when it's ready, then you can wash me while you tell me why Lisa here would make a better meal than you would."
Carol jumped up and hurried into the other room.
"By the way, Lisa. I saw you playing with your pussy while you watched Carol caress that pole."
Lisa's breath caught, and I felt her tense. She didn't lift her head from my thigh, and she gave no indication that she'd heard me.
"I think maybe it turned you on some too," I told her as I let my head fall back against the lounge. I was relaxed but no closer to a decision.
It wasn't long before Carol came back and let me know that my bath was ready. I got up and followed her to the large tub. There was plenty of room for the two of us. We stepped into the water and I sat down. I pulled Carol closer to me and began to caress and feel her body. One hand cupped and squeezed her breasts, while the other explored her firm hips and soft belly.
"Now. Tell me why Lisa would taste better than you would."
Carol lowered her head and mumhemorrhage something. I took a nipple between my thumb and finger and began to roll it around. She gasped and her ass wiggled around beside me.
"I didn't quite hear that, Carol. A little louder."
"I said she wouldn't," Carol whispered. It was still quiet, but I heard her that time.
"You shouldn't roast her, Sir. You should roast me. I would cook better and taste better."
That was unexpected and, for some reason, hearing her admit that she wanted to be cooked caused an immediate erection for me. I turned towards her and pulled her partly onto my lap, bringing her soft body closer to me. My erect cock pressed against her thigh.
"OK. Tell me why you would be better to roast than Lisa would."
"All you have to do is look at me," she said. "Feel my breasts. Don't they look good enough to eat?"
Her hand guided mine to her hip and around to her ass.
"Don't you think my ass is firmer, meatier than hers?"
"I don't know," I told her. "Stand up so I can get a good look at it."
Carol stood up and turned around. Her ass was certainly firm and round. I could just imagine it turning a golden brown as it roasted over hot coals. I stood up behind her and bent her over the edge of the tub. My fingers explored the moist slit of her cunt. The lips were thick and hot. Without another word, I plunged my erect cock deep into her quivering pussy.
I took her quickly and roughly. As I fucked her from behind, I reached around and squeezed her tits, pinching the nipples until she squirmed and wriggled her ass against me. In no time my cock erupted, sending streams of seaman into her vagina.
When I was done I made her kneel and lick my cock clean before she washed the rest of my body, and hers.
When we rejoined Lisa I noticed that the little blonde was crying quietly. Her breasts were a mottled red and I suspected that she had been masturbating. Rather it was to the sounds Carol and I had made or the thought of that long, thick roasting spit inside her tiny body, I didn't know.
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One of Thomas's servants woke me at seven that morning with a request to join Thomas for breakfast. He seemed to expect the women to come along so I woke them and told them to follow me. I didn't let them get dressed. They would walk the halls of the house nude.
In the small room, Thomas used for breakfast, we found him with coffee and a piece of toast. He got up as we entered and came around the table to greet me. He took little notice of the women.
"How did you sleep, my friend?" he asked.
"Once I got to sleep, like a baby."
He frowned and looked from me to the women. "Was there something the matter?" he asked, his voice no longer quite as cheerful. I realized that he blamed the women for my trouble sleeping.
"It wasn't anything they did, Thomas." I reassured him. "It does concern them, but it's my problem."
"Oh?"
"Yes," I said as I turned to look at the girls. "I'm afraid I can't decide which one of them to have cooked for dinner tonight."
The smile returned to Thomas's face and grew wider as I continued. "Lisa would be more fun to watch roast. Look at the innocence in her young face. But, Carol would roast better, according to your chef, and would probably taste better."
Thomas walked to the girls and examined them closely. He reached out and squeezed a breast here, a thigh there, then he ran his hands over both girls' firm asses. He stood thoughtfully for several moments, then he pressed a button on the wall in a series of presses, long and short. He paused and pressed it again, a different pattern.
Within moments a butler arrived. He stopped, waiting to be acknowledged. When Thomas turned to him, he bowed a shallow bow.
"Jefferson, call Mr. Carlson and ask him if he and his guests would join me for dinner tonight."
The butler bowed again and turned sharply to leave. He managed to miss the chef only by an awkward side step maneuver that ran his hip into the table top.
"Henry," Thomas began to the chef, "Mr. Clark can't seem to decide which of these tender young morsels to have roasted for tonight."
"It is a difficult choice, Sir," the chef said as he gave the girls a quick glance.
"I've invited more guests for dinner, Henry. Prepare them both for cooking."
"NO!" Lisa cried. "Please, no," the last barely a whisper. Both Thomas and Henry ignored her.
"Should they both be prepared the same way?" Henry asked.
"Roast the brunette over the fire." Thomas said, looking at the girls again.
"The blonde's small enough to use the pit oven. I'm curious to know how that new recipe works out."
"Very good, Sir," Henry replied as he took each girl by an arm and began to lead them away.
Carol fell on her knees at Thomas's side. "Thank you, Sir," she said as she kissed his thigh through his trousers.
Henry pulled her to her feet, but Thomas stopped him as he began to lead them away.
"You want to be cooked for our dinner?"
"Yes, Sir. I have ever since I saw the cooking spit."
Thomas smiled knowingly. "Then you'll get you wish. Henry," he said, still watching the girl's eyes, "use the needle. Make it painless for her."
Carol looked frightened. "Please, don't kill me first, Sir!"
"Don't worry. The needle won't kill you. It's a drug that blocks out the pain center in your brain. It also means that all sensation will be registered as pleasure. You'll have a good time on the fire. You'll live through most of your roasting, and you'll taste even better because of it."
Lisa fell on her knees too. "Oh please, Sir. Give me the needle too. I want you to eat me too, Sir. I want to stay alive so that I might taste better for you."
Thomas frowned and glanced at me. When I gave a negative shake to my head he turned away from her.
"Oven roast this one, Henry. No drugs. I don't want anything to interfere with the flavor of her meat."
Same Day 9:30am
I was in the kitchen with Thomas and Henry. Thomas and I had spent a leisurely breakfast discusing many things, including the operation of the island. I quickly gained a new respect for the responsabilities he had.
Carol was laying on a large table. Her body seemed loose and her expression was confused. I knew it had to be from the drug they'd given her.
Lisa was on another table not too far from the first. She wasn't at all confused. She was thrashing around , or trying to. Both her ankles and both wrist were tied securly to rings set in the floor at the four corners of the table. Straps ran accros each thigh and one across her chest. She couldn't move much of anything.
All the hair, except for head hair, had been removed from their bodies. Thomas had explained that they had each been given an enama and their cunts had been cleaned. Henry had waited until we were through with breakfast to go any further. It had given the drug a chance to work on Carol.
Henry went to Carol first. He turned her completly onto her back and, with a sharp knife, made a quick, clean cut from her pelvic bone to her sternum. Blood flowed freely from the wound. It ran into a groove at the edge of the table and was diverted to a drain spout. The spout emptied into a silver container.
Henry set his knife aside and grabbed the handle of a white hot metal loop. The coard that ran from the end of the handle was pluged into a socket in the floor. Curent through the hoop kept it hot at all times. Henry expertly ran this hoop around the edges of the cut he'd just made. The bleeding stopped immediatly. Thomas had explained that part to me. They didn't want the girls to bleed to death too soon.
Henry then quickly removed Carol's internal organs. He left only the heart and lungs. She would need these if she was to live for any length of time over the coals. As he cut each part out he would use the cauterizer to seal the bleeding cuts. When she was empty, Henry washed her body cavity with a mild salt water solution.
Two assistants brought in the skewer. It was about eight feet long and two inches in diameter. Thomas said it was made from the same type of hard wood that the natives had used for centuries. It even looked like it was old enough to have been used by them. One assistant lifted Carol's legs and bent them at the knees. He held them in place and kept her thighs spread. Her lovely cunt was wide open.
Carol was helped to get her elbows under her so that she could see what was happening. When she saw her gapping belly she gulpped and closed her eyes for a second, then she concentrated on the sharp point of the spit coming towards her open pussy. The other assistant inserted the tip of the pole into Carols cunt. As it slid in I could tell that she was becoming aroused.
I asked Thomas and he explained that the drug worked on the pain centers of the brain, shutting them down. Since any sensation, even pain, also registered in the pleasure centers, if the pain centers were inoperative, even intense pain registered only as pleasure.
Henry took control of the skewering when the point reached the back of her cervix. He turned the pole slowly as he pressed it through the cervix wall and up into the empty cavity. From there, he guided the point past her heart and lungs, inserting it into the the esophagus. Carol, of course had been made to lay back by this time.
Carol's body had been moved to the edge of the table so that her head could be pulled back. The point of the skewer emerged smoothly from between her lips. Carol was spitted, but not yet ready for the fire.
Cooked rice, mixed with vegitables and fruit, was spooned into her body cavity. Henry then closed her belly with metal staples. Her hands were placed on her thighs and held there with small skewers. Her legs were tied to the pole in three places. Above the knees, below the knees, and at the ankles. She was then ready to be put on the cooking fire.
I walked up to her and looked at her closely. Her pussy was wet with fluid. I took some of it on my fingers and tasted it. She'd come at least once, although the volume indicated more. I looked at her lovely face and her eyes looked into mine. It looked like she was trying to smile, but that was nearly impossible around the pole impaling her tender body.
I bent close to her ear. "You look delicious on the spit. I can't wait to taste you."
Her eyes closed and I liked to think it was in excitement or gratitude to me for wanting to eat her.
Henry was working on Lisa. He did everything the same to her. The difference was in Lisa. She screamed as the knife cut into her belly. She screamed again when he cauterized the cut, and again as he removed her organs. By the time he was cleaning the cavity, she seemed in shock.
Henry worked quickly to fill her belly with a vegitable mix and close her up again. He then brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. He used two skewers to pierce her hands and secure them to her legs. She was curled up like a pork roast.
He used cool water to help revive her. When she came around and realized she couldn't move he had to have her held still while she was placed in a large clay box. The box had raised ribs over the inside of all sides, top, and bottom. They were to keep her from laying fully against the clay. It worked like a broiling tray. Poles extended from both ends so that the box could be placed over a fire pit. Lisa's body was basted with garlic and olive oil and the lid was fastened in place. As it closed over her, Lisa began to scream again.
Both girls were then placed over fire pits. Two more assistants joined the first two. They began to slowly turn the girls over the hot coals. Dinner was on to cook.
Same Day 11:30 am
I had stayed to watch Carol roast over the fire. A little over an hour later, she was still alive, although just barely. I'd watched her have several orgasms as she felt her flesh begin to cook. I wondered if the juices from her climaxes would flavor the meat. Henry assured me that it would. He said it was the best seasoning there was.
My own condition was getting deperate. My cock was so hard I was afraid it would tear the stretched skin. When Henry invited me to look closely at the juices running from her roasting flesh, and then to taste them, I couldn't resist. The cooking juice running from her ass cheeks was better than anything I'd ever tasted, but the effect on my cock made it imperative that I leave.
I left the kitchen and the house. I grabbed the first young woman I saw, a pretty red head. I nearly ripped her clothes from her sweet body and threw her to the ground. I quickly unzipped my fly, letting my cock spring free, and plunged it into the girl's tight pussy. I fucked it in and out of her in hard, brutal strokes, all the time thinking about Carol roasting for my dinner.
About the time the girl began to squeel and wrap her legs around my waist, my cock exploded in torents of thick come. It pumped, in seemingly endless streems, into her wet pussy. Her body began to buck under me as she started to come too.
When I finished with her, I pulled her to her feet and told her to follow me. I led her to the house. She seemed excited to be going there. She told me she'd only been on the island for a few days. I was the first one to use her, and she was anctious to meet Mr. White. I wondered if she knew what was being cooked for dinner.
"You will seve me at dinner tonight," I told her.
As we wlked the halls towards the kitchen we were met by Thomas' butler.
"Mr. White asks if you would care to join him for lunch, Sir."
He looked the young lady I'd brought with me over carefully. "I will show her to your rooms if you wish."
Nodding and motioning for the girl to follow him, I changed course and headed for the dinning room. Thomas greeted me as I entered and bid me join him at the table.
"I thought you might enjoy a light lunch. Not too much since I know you want to save your appitite for dinner."
As he spoke a servent entered with a cart. On it were two plates, covered in fine silver. The servent set a plate in front of each of us and left.
"Thanks, Thomas, but I really didn't want anything until tonight," I told him politely. After watching Carol roast all morning I wasn't hungry for anything else.
"Well, take a look at what's there anyway," he said, dismissing my objections.
I lifted the cover and knew what was there before I saw it. The aroma filled my nostrils and started my mouth salivating. Laying on the plate, in a bed of rice, was a roasted woman-foot. It had been cut off just above the ankle bone and laid on the plate, sole up. It had come from Carol, of course. The soft skin was a golden brown and lightly crisp. Juices ran pink from it and the smell was heaven itself.
"Is she done already?" I asked.
"Not at all," Thomas replied as he lifted his own cover to expose the mate to the foot on my plate.
"The feet and ankles on a rost like Carol get done long before the rest of the body. If they are left on the roast the presentation is better but the meat is pretty much inettable."
Thomas picked up his fork and pierced the tender foot meat just below the ball. He grabbed the little toe and pulled, twisting. The toe pulled away from the rest of the foot.
"This way it isn't wasted," he continued, popping the plump morsel into his mouth.
"You should try it. I've grown very fond of the foot flesh of young women."
I followed his lead, holding the foot with my fork and tearing the toes off and popping them in my mouth. The skin was a little tough, but the flavor was like nothing I'd ever tasted. It was sweeter than pork, with the consistancy of good beef. The rich taste and heady aroma was a gourmet's delight.
When the toes were gone we used a knife to cut the meat from the tender arch of the foot. The flavor was even sweeter and the skin was more tender. The meat itself was solid, but so tender it seemed to melt in my mouth. Carol's feet were delicious, and I found myself even hungrier for dinner after lunch than I was before.
Same Day 4:00pm
There were twenty one men and women at dinner that night. Every woman was with a man. Some were wives or girlfriends. Others, the majority, were girls from the island. I had my little red head. I still didn't know her name, nor did I care.
When they brought Carol and Lisa out I was impressed. Both girls had been arranged on their knees and elbows. Each girl's wrists were tied together and placed under her chin to hold her head up. Carol's skin was a rich, bronze, while Lisa's was a lighter golden color. The smell of their cooked flesh filled the air and I saw several men and a few women lick their lips in anticipation.
I watched my red head's reaction when she saw our dinner. Her eyes grew huge. Her body stiffened, and she began to back away. I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her from running. She started at my touch.
Her eyes darted around the grounds as if she realized that everyone there might decide to eat her next. She looked down at me and began to sob.
"Quiet, girl. You don't want to disrupt dinner!" I said sharply. My hand slipped to her upper arm and squeezed as I pulled her down so that she knelt beside my leg.
I sat in my chair and turned her head, my hand twined in her hair, until she faced me. "Go up there and get me a plate. Tell the chef I want a thick slice of ass meat from each girl."
She shook her head, her eyes pleading with me. "I couldn't," she gasped hoarsely.
"You will unless you want to find yourself turnning over a fire tomorrow!"
I pushed her roughly in the general dirrection of the two girls being carved by the chef.
"You wouldn't," she said haughtily. "You used me too well. I know you liked my body."
"You little fool," I growled. "I fucked both of them last night and they were better than you have been by far."
She realised that I was serious and turned to hurry into line. I smiled to myself as I watched her firm, young ass sway, her tight thighs and calves ripple as she walked, and the soft soles of her feet as they peeked at me. It's a shame I won't be here long enough to taste her too.
The meat from both women was tendeer and delicious. I noticed that Thomas had one of Lisa's feet while the other foot was being leisurely enjoyed by a young man and his young wife. I watched him look at her as he ate and wondered how long it would be before he had his pretty wife roasting over a hot fire.
Thomas brought me a second plate with a thick filet of meat, topped with button mushrooms, on it. It was Carol's cunt steak. The aroma that wafted up from the rich meat was heavenly.
I cut into the thick cunt lips and forked a bite into my mouth. Nothing in my life had ever tasted as good as Carol's roasted cunt.
The red head watched me as I slowly chewed the cunt-meat. She looked curious, but still very nervous.
"This is the best piece of steak I've ever had," I told her.
"Do you think you would taste as good as this does?" I held a small piece out to her on the end of my fork. She shrank away from it, but I knew the question was planted in her mind. She would be thinking about it for days on end.
"If I'm here long enough, I just might find out," I laughed as she shrank back from me.
I grabbed the back of her head and forced her head into my lap. I unzipped my pants and freed my heavy cock. As it sprung loose from my pants, I pressed her mouth to the thick head. Her lips slid over the nob and she started to slowly suck me off. I returned to the wonderful steak on my plate.
We all went back for seconds. Some of us went for thirds, and we all stayed late, piecing on the rich, sweet meat from Carol and Lisa. Dinner was a huge success. By the time everyone had their fill the first time we were all so turned on that the party turned into an orgy. I'd never enjoyed myself so much in my life.
October 30, 1996
It's been over a year since I arrived on the island of Thomas White. I didn't leave the day after that first dinner because Thomas made me an offer I couldn't refuse. He needed help running the place. The operation was getting too big for one man. He needed a partner.
Things have changed now. We still recruit young women in the same way, but we've expanded the opperation. Thomas is a soverign on the island. There are no laws here except those he makes. We make the laws together. Two laws that will never be in effect here are antislavery laws and anticannibal laws.
Our recruiters still pay the families of some of the women, but we also pay non family members for help. The kind of help that could get them arrested. We have no objections to buying women that have been forcefully taken. We only require that their dissaperance not be traceable to us, that the mechendise be in good condition, and that it be top quality meat.
I like my possition here. I have all the young women I want to fuck. Better yet, I have all the young women I can eat. What a life!
The End