by NWRaptor
Susan was a 22 year old Peace Corps volunteer fresh out of Vassar. She was thrilled to get assigned to an agricultural station in the Tittee Islands, having arrived only two weeks ago. She was sitting in her quarters, carefully reading the fact sheets given her by her supervisor just before she and her assistant left for a conference on the main island. This left only Susan and another volunteer, Rebecca, in camp.
“So these islanders were once cannibals.” she read. “But they were converted by missionaries over a thirty years ago and since have led a relatively peaceful life as fishermen.” It was part of her job to teach them to grow larger crops than the island had so far been able to produce. “If they get more food from the ground and the sea, they’ll never need to revert.” she thought.
Absorbed in her studies, she never heard the soft footsteps behind her. The heavy club struck her keenly behind the left ear and she dropped silently. Strong arms lifted her into the air and bore her away into the darkness. When she awoke, she found herself strangely disoriented. As her vision cleared, she slowly realized why. She was upside down, and “Why can’t I move?” She thought.
Before she could think of an answer, her eyes registered a strange sight. Just six feet from her a naked woman was also hanging upside down. Startled, Susan recognized Rebecca. Her arms and legs were spread wide and secured to some sort of poles. She did not seem to be moving, but there was no visible blood so Susan could only assume she was unconscious. Her own throbbing head suggested that she had been struck with something and had likewise been unconscious as her last memory was of her book.
Looking around, she discovered that she was in the forest somewhere. It was readily apparent that both she and Rebecca had been attacked in their quarters and brought here. But where was here? As she looked down, she could see that she too had been stripped naked and her legs spread wide and tied, just like Rebecca. “At least it’s a warm night” she thought “and no bugs.”
Someone approached bearing a torch. As he neared, Susan could see Rebecca clearly. Another man knelt and placed a bucket beneath Rebecca’s head. Standing again, he drew a long knife from his belt. Grabbing her thigh in one strong hand, he plunged the knife to the hilt in Rebecca’s pussy. As Susan watched, the knife rose, passed over her clit, down her flat belly, and between her breasts to her lovely throat. With a practiced move, he turned the knife 90 degrees and drew it swiftly across her throat. The dark blood gushed from the severed arteries and poured into the waiting bucket. Rebecca never uttered a word, but her body twitched and jerked involuntarily against her bonds. Both men massaged her body from her feet down to her neck, forcing as much blood out as possible.
Eager hands reached into her body, quickly removing the white intestines and the other internal organs. Her breast bone was split with a hatchet and spread open and her heart and lungs were removed. Rebecca’s gutted body was removed from the poles and laid on some large leaves. Her body was stuffed with yams and other local fruits and sewn up, then she was placed on the coals of the fire.
The men turned towards Susan. Wide-eyed in terror, she struggled fruitlessly against her bonds. As she saw the knife rise above her, her screams filled the night, ending in a gurgling wimper. Soon the smell of roasting meat drifted on the evening winds as the tribe prepared the serving platters that would deliver their meal to the community table. The Peace Corps was going to need some new volunteers.