Life Changing

by Delboy

This story is a work of fiction and fantasy and should only be perceived in that way

Chapter 1 - How it all began?

So I guess the first question you want to ask me is why?

Well to answer that I need to take you back to where it all started. It all began with Katie. She was one of my best friends. Katie moved to town with her fiancée and began working at the same company as me. We both worked in the same office, handling insurance claims. It was not the most exciting job in the world but Katie and I would pass the tedious days, joking and exchanging funny emails. Everybody at work liked Katie, she was always smiling and friendly towards our other colleagues and we both seemed to gel the day she began working at the firm.

I secretly would have like our relationship to become more than just friends, however Katie was happy and comfortable in her relationship so I just put these feelings aside as not jeopardise our friendship. I sometimes covered up my feelings by joking about her height as she was only around 5ft 4”. She was so beautiful to look at. Piercing blue eyes that could put a smile on anyone’s face and long dark blonde hair witch complimented her slightly tanned skin. Her fiancée really was one lucky guy.

Well I remember that night vividly. It was around 6pm on a Friday night, an hour after we had left work for the weekend that I received the text from Katie. It read “can you talk?”.

I instantly called her to find out what was wrong. She began to explain how she had had a huge argument with her fiancée and she stormed out of the house. She asked me if I was available to meet her as she needed somebody to talk too and I was the only person that she really knew in the area.

I agreed and within half an hour I met her at a bar not too far from my house. We both sat in a booth and I listened to her tell me that her fiancée didn’t understand how she felt. She didn’t really know anyone in this town and the only reason she had moved here in the first place was for him. Once she had gotten it off of her chest she seemed to perk up and feel better about herself so the conversation began to lighten and we were joking around. The 3 glasses of wine we had helped the situation too.

Katie explained to me that she would check in to a hotel for the night as she needed sometime to cool off before returning home to deal with things. Some may think I was taking advantage of the situation but at that time I was genuinely being a good friend.

I told her that she could stay at my house for the night and that she shouldn’t be alone. I told her that she could have my bed for the night and that I would crash on the sofa to which she was adamant that she would have the sofa as I was doing her a favour already. She thanked me for the invitation and accepted, so we finished our drinks and headed back home.

We got back to my house at around 8pm and I grabbed the spare duvet and pillows for her so that she could get settled. She had not grabbed any clothes when she stormed out so I also gave her a large t-shirt that she could use as a nightgown and left the room whilst she got changed and comfortable.

She called me to let me know she was decent so I entered the lounge and saw that she was tucked up comfortably on the sofa so I sat in the armchair and we began to watch a stand comedian that was on the TV.

As we sat there laughing at the comedian I was hit by a sweet smell. Quite a strong smell that was almost hypnotic. I turned my head to see where this aromatic scent was coming from and my nostrils lead my gaze to her small size 4 bare feet dangling over the arm of the sofa.
I had always known I had a bit of a foot fetish but until that point I had never realised how strong it actually was. I couldn’t help stealing sneaky glances at her perfectly formed painted toes whilst the scent continued to fill my nostrils.

Now if you were to ask me now why I did it I would still not be able to give an honest answer but my next move would change my life forever. I told her that I would make us a hot cup of cocoa to warm us up as it was a cold winter’s night. When I reached the kitchen I crushed 5 sleeping pills in to her cup hoping that she would be in a deep enough sleep that I could explore her feet further. Maybe even have a small suck on her toes if I felt daring enough.
She thanked me as I handed her the spiked cup and she slowly began to sip the hot liquid. I turned my attention back to the comedian as we both laughed some more whilst we emptied our cups. It took around half an hour before the drink took its affect and I could see her slowly drifting off to sleep. I waited another 15 minutes to make sure she was deep enough asleep before I finally made my way to her cute exposed feet. The scent teasing me and testing my patience for the last 45 minutes. I gently placed my index finger on her sole to check that she would not suddenly wake up, I further tested by slowly running it from the ball of her foot to the heel and still she did not flinch. I pressed my nose in between her toes and deeply inhaled the wonderful scent which sent a wave of excitement to my brain.

I couldn’t resist anymore, I began to gently suck on her toes and lick the sole, lightly nibbling as I realised that the taste was amazing. I didn’t stop to think what I was doing I just continued to enjoy the flavour and scent of the girl I had been lusting after for months. I needed to taste the rest of her. If her feet were this good what would the rest be like?

I slowly pulled the duvet from her, exposing her bare legs beneath one of my oversized t-shirts. I began to work my way up her body licking and nibbling her slender legs. Once I had reached the top I gently began to peel the t-shirt up over her sleeping head, exposing her red panties, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her pert breasts popped out as the t-shirt worked its way above her head and off of her arms.

She was so beautiful, laying there almost naked on my sofa. I couldn’t resist any longer. I slid her red panties down her legs and off of the feet I had just given all my attention too. The smell of her cunt was divine. As I pressed my face down I could feel a tiny bit of heat emanating from her clean shaven sex. I began to lash my tongue at it like a starved beast. It tasted so sweet. I was surprised that she was still fast asleep. Those pills really were worth the price I thought to myself.

As I continued to work my way up her exposed body I began to panic. Whilst nibbling her nipple I realised that her chest wasn’t moving. I placed my ear to her cleavage and could not hear a heartbeat. I checked her mouth for breath with a mirror but nothing. My mood instantly changed from one of pleasure and arousal to one of panic and fear. I leaped back and froze in shock for a moment.

For some reason I instinctively lifted her and carried her to the kitchen placing her on the island counter and returned to living room. I guess if she was out of sight it may have helped me to think more clearly. I paced around the living room, thoughts flying all over the place in my mind. What do I do? An autopsy will show that she has clearly been drugged? How do I get rid of the body? These were all questions on the forefront of my mind that I was desperately clawing at answers for.

I realised that pacing wasn’t helping me think straight at all, I decided to go back in to the kitchen and seeing Katie may give me some inspiration of how to hide the body. Nobody knew she was here so I simply had to come up with a way to dispose of the 5ft 4” beauty.

Now I had heard of people having their eureka moment and this was mine. It was a moment that would change my life forever. As I circled the counter thinking, I caught a glimpse, A sight that would be forever imprinted in my mind. From where she was positioned on the counter I could see a reflection of her soles in the door of the oven. My mind manipulated this vision to one of them actually in the oven slowly cooking away. In that moment my panic and fear began to turn back in to pleasure and arousal. My expression changing from worried to sinister. I began to think more clearly. All I needed to do was divide her in to parts and I could consume the evidence. If she tasted as nice to eat as she had done to nibble, then this should be a pleasure. A demon arose in me that would turn tragedy to opportunity.

My hunger for her was strong, it was getting late but I could not wait to have my first taste of her succulent flesh. My vision of her had changed from one of beautiful lady to that of tasty meat for my consumption.

I searched through my utensil drawer searching for a sharp knife. The sharpest I had was a bread knife and I knew that this wouldn’t suffice. I had a hacksaw in the basement which would do for tonight and in the morning I would go and buy a proper knife set so that I could divide her properly for storage.

I fetched my hacksaw and began with her ankles. Seeing as they were my first taste and what had sparked this whole situation of first I decided that I would eat her feet first. They were still warm and giving off that delicious aroma I had noticed earlier on in the evening.

It took me a good 10 minutes per ankle. But finally I had severed both feet and plugged the wound with a standard household iron. I was so caught up in the excitement It hadn’t even occurred to me that I had no idea what I was doing. How do you cook girl for a start? I knew that the meat would be quite tough so I came up with idea of boiling them for an hour to soften the meat. I placed two saucepans full of water over the gas and placed a foot in each one.

As the pans came to a rolling boil I decided to relocate Katie to basement where it was colder and would keep her fresher until I could prepare the rest of her. a small feeling of guilt hit as I was about to leave the basement as I could see her, my friend laying peacefully with no idea what had happened to her. I couldn’t turn back now so I just closed the door and made my way back to the kitchen.

Katie’s once tanned feet were now turning a light shade of pink as the water ferociously boiled around them. Her toes still sporting that dark pink nail polish now shining in the water. Once the hour was up I prepared a roasting tray which I placed 2 tablespoons of olive oil in to stop the meat from sticking. I drained the feet from the saucepans and placed them sole down on to the roasting tray before placing them in to the oven at 180 degrees. My vision had become reality. Her feet were now inside the oven as I had envisioned only an hour and a half previously.

30 minutes later and my meal was ready. I had watched intently throughout their whole time in the oven. Enjoying the site of them turning from the light pink back to tanned and then to a deeper shade of brown.

As I opened the oven door the aroma burst through in droves. It was the same scent I had caught whilst she was watching TV only amplified. My stomach was rumbling and my mouth watering. It was now 1.30 am and I hadn’t eaten all day.

I wasted no more time and quickly transfered the hot feet on to a plate and sat down at the table with a fork and steak knife.

My first taste came courtesy of her heel. It carved away from her foot very easily as I had hoped from boiling them first. The flavour exploded in my mouth. All of my taste buds sprung to life as they were greeted by the tastiest thing they had ever been welcomed with. The texture was amazing. So smooth, yet still slightly firm, but easy to chew. With each bite came a new explosion of flavour filling my mouth with a taste of pure Katie. I hungrily devoured more of the succulent meat. Dropping my cutlery half way through and lifting the foot to my mouth as I began to suck all of the meat away from her shapely toes.

Over the next hour I ate away at her feet until my plate contained only bones and gristle. I made my way to bed as it was getting late and I had a long day ahead of me.

The following morning I woke up at around 10:30 am. The first day of the rest of my life I thought to myself. I still had the taste of Katie lingering in my mouth which I was pleased about but none the less had a wash and cleaned my teeth before getting dressed and heading in to town to buy a knife set.

It only took me about an hour door to door and I returned home with a very expensive set with all the right tools I needed for the job. I got changed in to some old clothes I used for painting and made my way down to the basement where Katie was laying on the work bench. I cleared out my chest freezer of all of the ready meals I had previously stored and threw them in the garbage so I would have plenty of room to fit Katie in. I wouldn’t be eating them again in a hurry anyways.

I was surprised at how calm and cool I was about this whole situation. It was kind of like the old me was dead and this was the new me. Even as I severed Katie’s beautiful head with a cleaver I didn’t feel the need to vomit or gag.

I placed the head in a large freezer bag and stored it in the smaller freezer compartment. I followed suit chopping away steaks and labelling each bag with her name and the body part that the meat came from. Now I wasn’t an expert butcher by any means but I have to say I think I did a pretty good job keeping it all intact.

When it came to cutting away the juicy cunt I used a serrated edge knife and cut patiently keeping the whole fillet intact. I put this piece to one side as I planned on having this for my dinner that night.

It took me nearly four hours to complete the butchery and when I was done I closed the freezer lid and took all the inedible parts out to the garden and buried them deeply.

By the time I had finished it was 6pm and I was getting hungry again. I decided that I would try and be a bit more creative this time and came up with the idea to try adding a nice white wine sauce to Katie’s sex.

I covered the fillet in foil and allowed it an hour to slow cook at 130 degrees whilst I continued to make the sauce.

I sat down to dinner at 7.30pm. as I unwrapped the cunt steak steam bellowed from within. some gravy spilled on to my plate with the fillet which I can only assume was the fat from meat. I poured over a small helping of the white wine sauce and was ready for my feast to begin. Due to the fillet being much smaller than her feet had been previously I decided that I would take small bites and savour the flavour more. A choice I was glad I had made after placing the first piece on my tongue. It had so much flavour for such a tiny morsel. There was a sweetness to it that no other food contained. You could taste that it was Katie of course and the white wine sauce complimented the meat well.

I slowly ate the fillet a small piece at a time until my plate was completely empty. There was no gristle on this steak and it was very easy to swallow. Now my hunger was satisfied greatly I finished the night watching the rest of the comedian me and Katie had started to watch the previous night and retired for the rest of the evening.

Monday came around quickly. I knew I would have to act concerned and pretend that I didn’t know where Katie was to keep above suspicion. I had not heard any news of a missing person or anything over the weekend so I decided I would just wait until mid morning and casually ask if Katie had called in sick before playing the concerned friend.

Once ready I took one of Katie’s thigh steaks out of the freezer to defrost and made my way in to work to start the performance of a lifetime.

Chapter 2 – the date

It was now Wednesday and everyone at the office began to grow concerned about Katie. Her fiancée had not seen or heard from her since the Friday that she had argued with him.

I played the worried colleague well. I suggested putting up missing person posters all over town and went through every pointless motion I could imagine to completely avoid suspicion. I had heard that her fiancée had been questioned by police in accordance to the disappearance, as the neighbours had reported they heard heated shouting in their apartment before she went missing. This was a good cover for me.

Meanwhile I would go home after a hard day’s work, and fake searching for Katie, to a plateful of her steaming flesh, served up with a new recipe each time. Her meat was becoming a familiar taste to me and it helped me to work out new recipes and ingredients that would suit her. I had worked out that her steaks seemed to work well with most fruits, in particular pineapple and exotic fruits.

It was on Thursday night whilst eating my dinner, courtesy of Katie’s left ass cheek accompanied with a lychee salad, that I wondered what I would do when the freezer was empty?

I had become so accustomed to the taste of girl flesh that I could never possibly go back to eating microwave meals and greasy takeaways again. But what happened to Katie was an accident, what I was contemplating was a whole new crime.

After a short deliberation I decided that I would need to continue and find a new girl. I knew I had changed. No matter how much I would try and live a normal life once Katie had completely gone it would never have killed the beast in me with the burning desire to consume a girl’s flesh. Instead of fearing this new me and trying to fight my urges, I simply decided to embrace them.

My first thought was to target a whore. They were readily available and would enter a man’s car with no questions. Though their disappearance would be noticed, the chances of the authorities pursuing the crime would be slightly lessened. Upon weighing out the pros and cons I concluded that this may not be such a good idea. Who knows what diseases a whore could have? What would be the point in taking the risk to eat a girl who may make me ill and whose meat may not be that great anyway?

I sat racking my brains as I finished the last few bites of Katie’s ass steak in front of me. Suddenly the idea hit me. I would sign up to an internet dating site and acquire a girl through that channel. There was a lot to choose from and they would probably a lot cleaner.

Later that night I signed up using a dummy profile. The only legitimate thing I used was my picture as most girls would just dismiss a blank profile. There were hundreds of girls in my area looking for love. As I trawled through profile after profile I couldn’t help being reminded of an online grocery store. There were tall girls, short girls, black girls, white girls, pretty much any type of look you could imagine.

I found around 20 prospects in the first 30 minutes. I found it strange how my mind had now separated the girls in to the categories of people and meat. It had nothing to do with looks, there was just something in my mind that labelled the girls as girlfriend or food material.

After around an hour of in depth browsing I found the one I wanted. Her profile told me her name was Sara, she was 27 years old and she was the head of finance at a large brokerage firm in the business district of town. Her profile picture showed her in a businesslike pose smiling. She was very pretty. Shoulder length brown hair and light blue eyes with a few cute freckles on her cheeks. I found an instant attraction to her as my next series of meals. I opened the tab on her profile page giving her self description, it read:

“finance executive seeking companionship. I am a actively looking for friendship that could possibly lead to a relationship as I would like to settle down. My career leaves me little time to go out so I have signed up here in the hope that I can find somebody that I am compatible with. My main hobbies include, the arts and reading. I would describe myself as open and honest and I hope to find a match with the same qualities. If you wish to get to know me please feel free to pm me and I will reply as soon as possible.”

I began to message her. I told her that I thought she looked beautiful in her picture and I pretended that I also shared her hobbies of the arts and reading. I asked her if she would like to meet up one evening and let me take her on date. Once I had hit send I logged out and made my way to bed.

The next morning I continued my routine of getting ready and taking a piece of Katie out to defrost for that evening’s meal. It had been a week that night since I had tasted my first piece of her so I decided I would mark the occasion by eating one of her firm breasts. Before leaving I checked my messages and was happy to see that Sara had replied. The message explained that she was happy to read my pm and that she would love to let me take her out. The message also suggested Saturday night? That was tomorrow I thought in a panic.

I had not counted on meeting Sara so soon, the freezer was still half full of Katie and I had not even devised a strategy yet of how I would lure her back to my place. This was a dilemma. If I declined the date I knew my opportunity of getting Sara would be gone. As I made my way to work I came up with the solution that I would need to take Sara somewhere special and be a complete gentleman so that she would agree to see me again. I would need to go out with her for a week or two until I had eaten enough of Katie, that there was room enough in the freezer for her too.

At lunchtime I searched the internet looking for places to take Sara for our date. I remembered she stated that she liked the arts so I booked us 2 tickets to see Riverdance at the local theatre as it was touring on a one night only basis. Jackpot I told myself. Once booked I emailed Sara with the details and thanked her for the reply.

That night I had dinner early. I ate Katie’s breast with a plum sauce. And when finished checked to see if Sara had replied. She seemed excited in her message. She explained how she had wanted to see Riverdance for ages and not realised it was on in town. She told me that she would meet me in the bar opposite the theatre at 6pm so that we could have a drink before the show started. I sent back a quick confirmation email and logged out.

The rest of the evening I spent researching various home-made methods of sedation so that I was fully prepared when the time was right.

The next morning I decided I would head in to town and buy a new shirt for the date ahead as to make a good impression. I could not help notice all of the missing person signs showing a picture of Katie, stapled to various billboards etc.. on my way in to the busy shopping district. It didn’t take me long. I bought a new shirt and a new pair of dress pants before making the short journey home to prepare for that nights date.

I arrived at the Bar at 6pm sharp that evening. I looked around and instantly recognised Sara from her profile picture. She was wearing a black dress revealing her wonderful cleavage, a white shawl draped over her shoulders and covering her arms. Only her calves and a few toes were exposed at the base of her dress and in her open toed high heels.

She was slightly more pale and rounder than I imagined but just as beautiful as I hoped she’d be. She was not fat by anyone’s standards but there was definitely a meaty quality to her I told myself. I decided it was time to meet her.

I introduced myself and she extended her hand. I felt her smooth skin as I gently shaked it, I took in her fragrance as I kissed her left cheek. The conversation began to flow. She told me all about herself and why she was putting herself out there for a date. For the most part I did not have much interest in her life story, all I wanted to know was how she tasted. But I pretended to listen intently as I really wanted her and felt I needed to get a second date.

It was a relief when we finally made our way to the theatre. I was finding it hard to concentrate on what she was saying and avoid studying her body too much.

We each bought a programme and took our seats in the auditorium. I really was not fussed about the show but I went along with the pretence that this was also a hobby of mine.

I had been bored up until the 5th dance number when I spotted the beautiful dancer. 4th from the right of the chorus line was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever laid eyes on. I focused on her intently as she kicked her legs and moved in complete sync with the rest of the cast. She had long red hair and figure to die for. Her dark brown eyes trained in to one spot of focus whilst she expertly danced the routine.

I waited until the interval when Sara had gone to the ladies room before flicking through the cast pages in the programme to find her. Her profile picture showed off all of her beauty. I wanted this girl too. But impossible I thought. She was only in town for one night and I didn’t know the first thing about her. I read her bio which said her name was Lindsey, she was 24 years old and from county cork in Ireland. She had graduated from the prestigious Irish dancing school in Dublin and was pleased to be cast in her first role touring with the company. My reading was cut short by the return of the beautiful Sara.

I made conversation by asking Sara what she had thought of the show so far. She told me that she was really enjoying it and had not had this much fun in a long time. As the 2nd act began I sat back confident that I had secured a 2nd date with her.

I spent the rest of the show studying Lindsey the chorus dancer, trying to rack my brains over a way I could get her. I knew it would never happen but that didn’t stop me dreaming. After the show I said my goodbyes to Sara. She agreed to meet me the week after for a 2nd date in a restaurant in town. Her treat she said as I had paid for the tickets on this date. As I watched her disappear in the taxi I breathed a sigh of relief that getting her to my kitchen was still achievable.

As I left the theatre I spotted a coach waiting outside the stage door. It was clearly marked as the cast coach. The idea hit me. I would follow the coach and see where it stopped, this gave me a sudden burst of hope that I may be able to secure the dancer I had been staring so intently at during the entire performance.

Excitedly I quickly made my way to the parking lot to collect my car and pulled round to theatre so I could see the coach in full view. After around 10 minutes of the lead cast members signing a few programmes the cast began to board the coach. I could see the beautiful dancer get on it with a group of her dancer friends.

I stuck to being at least 3 car lengths behind for the entire trip. The journey was only about 15 minutes out of town and it began to slow and pull in to the hotel. This was perfect. The hotel that the cast were staying at was the one that I had worked in whilst I was at college. I worked in maintenance there so I knew the building inside and out. The night was just getting better and better I thought to myself.

The first thing I needed to do was concoct a sedative. If I did get Lindsey then I needed to act quickly which I would not be able to do with her awake. I found a local drug store and bought the ingredients that I had read about the night before. I just hoped it would work.

As I made my way back to the hotel I mapped my plan out in my head. I would park around the loading dock and lure her with a dummy phone call from the service managers office in the back. The time was 11.30pm and the back of house staff all left for the night at 9 so it should be clear.

As I pulled round the back I turned the headlights off so I would not be seen. I used the maintenance code to get in the building through the service door and was happy to see that the dock was empty. Once in the office I put my gloves on and logged on to the service manager’s computer with his details that I remembered from when I worked there a few years ago. He was a slave to routine so I knew he wouldn’t have changed them. Once in, I opened the guest list and found that Lindsey was staying in room 238 with another member of the dancing cast. I would have to move quick before her room- mate noticed that she had been gone for too long.

After a quick rehearsal of what I would say I picked up the phone and dialled 238. A sexy Irish accent answered with a “hello”. I was calm. I asked if I was speaking to Lindsey in which she replied “yes”. Brilliant I thought, at least her room-mate would not know what I sounded like. I began to tell her that she had received an urgent call from Cork, Ireland but it could not be diverted as there is an issue with the hotels main phone system. I told her to make her way to the service manager’s office where she could pick up the call from and I would send a service elevator up to her. She was panicked, she told me she would be right there and dropped the phone down.

My plan had worked. After sending the elevator to the second floor I took my position behind the door in the office with my mixture soaked in to a bit of old rag. I just hoped it would work.

I could hear the elevator doors open followed by her footsteps as she made her way hurriedly to the office. As she approached the desk with the phone sitting off the hook, I pounced on her from behind, gripping her tightly as I forced the rag to her gasped mouth. She was strong, she fought desperately against me kicking her strong legs and I wrestled with her until she slowly began to weaken and ultimately passed out in my arms.

I lifted her in to a nearby laundry trolley and covered her with a sheet in case there was anybody around as I took her to my awaiting car. The coast was clear. I popped the trunk and transferred Lindsey in to it and then quickly drove out of the area and made my way home. I had done it. I gave myself a pat on the back. What I thought would be impossible was now a reality and I could not have been happier as I took the short trip home.

Chapter 3 – the run up to Christmas

I had Lindsey secured to a support beam in the basement with a strip of duct tape in her mouth. I had sat her on a stool with her strong legs secured. It had been a long night. I was so caught up in capturing her that I forgot about the issue of the freezer being too small to fit another girl in.

By this point I didn’t mind. Seeing as Lindsey was considerably smaller than Sara I would only need to keep her secured for about 3 days before there was enough room to fit her in the freezer with the rest of Katie. I decided that I would cook a nice platter of a few parts from Katie for my dinner the next day and then put Lindsey in on the Wednesday.

I was tired from the evenings events so I left Lindsey still out cold and confident that she was well secured and made my way to bed.

The next morning I headed down to the basement to find Lindsey awake and struggling against her bonds. She was trying to get my attention anyway she could, I ignored her whilst I continued to take a few Katie steaks out for that evenings meal and went to the kitchen to have some breakfast.

I made Lindsey a few slices of toast and poured her a glass of water as 3 days would be a long time without anything for her to eat. When I took it to her I told her in the most sinister voice I could that things would get a lot worse for her if she didn’t co-operate. She went along. I removed the duct tape and fed her the toast and water before applying a fresh strip of tape and going back upstairs to carry on with my day.

I checked my phone and I had received a message from Sara. It read. “I had a wonderful time last night. Thank you again. Can’t wait to see you on Saturday.”

Before I knew it, it was Wednesday. It had been my usual routine over the past 3 days, of work, eat a bit of Katie and feeding Lindsey. On Monday it was all over the news that a girl in the cast of Riverdance had been abducted from a hotel and the police had no leads as far but I wasn’t fazed. I knew I had covered my tracks well enough. All I cared about was that it was Wednesday and it was the day I would get Lindsey stored away.

At 6pm I took Lindsey a glass of water spiked with the same sleeping pills I had used for Katie a week and a half previous. This time I halved the dosage as I wanted to just sedate and her so that I could keep her as fresh as possible before freezing. She was co-operative over her time in captivity, she probably thought that I would let her go if she behaved. She downed the water quite quickly and I left the basement whilst I allowed the pills to take effect.

I returned 30 minutes later to find that she was heavily asleep. I checked her chest and was glad to hear that she still had a heartbeat. I removed her restraints and carried her on to my workbench, laying her flat on her back. I began to slowly strip her. I had not seen her body in all its beauty yet, stripping her beforehand would have made her suspicious and I don’t think she would have co-operated as well as she did had this been the case. As I removed each item of clothing I could see her in great detail. Her skin was a milky white with faded freckles from head to toe. Her naked dancers legs were firm and shapely. Her slim waist in perfect proportion with the rest of her succulent body. Her breasts were not too big but supplied a firm handful of meat. There would be no Katie tonight. Tonight I would sample my first taste of Lindsey.

As was becoming a tradition I decided to start with her dainty little dancing feet. The skin on her soles was slightly tougher than Katie’s had been but the scent and the texture was equally as nice and I knew this would be a great place to begin. I came up with the idea of cooking and eating them whilst they were still attached to her. I really wanted to know what they would taste like whilst she was still alive.

I set up a portable stove at the base of the workbench and lifted her legs bracing them so that her feet could sit in the same pans that I had cooked Katie’s in. as the pans came to a rolling boil I decided I would pass the time by beginning the butchery with her arms knowing that this would save time later yet keep her alive for when my meal was ready.

I was surprised that she didn’t wake up when the cleaver severed her arm from just below her shoulder separating it from her once perfectly formed body. I repeated the process with the other arm plugging both wounds and continued to cut the arms in to juicy, freckly steaks before placing them in the freezer with the leftover Katie.

5 minutes later and my meal was ready. I pulled her succulent feet out of the pans and let them dangle over the workbench for a few minutes whilst they drained off the excess water. I pulled the stool that I had previously secured her to and lifted the feet on to my awaiting plate.

As I pressed my fork in to her sole I noticed that meat was perfectly tender. Steam bellowed as the prongs moved further in to her flesh and met with bone. I cut away a mouth sized piece of the now reddened flesh and placed it on my tongue. It was delicious. It was so soft that I could cut it with my teeth. The meat was a bit saltier than Katie’s had been and had a slightly fresher taste. I continued to work my way through Lindsey’s feet thinking about how they were her life. These dainty, tasty feet had made her career and now were just juicy steaks for my pleasure. I sucked hungrily at her toes, stripping away the meat until there was nothing left. After my meal I sat back for 10 minutes enjoying the food settling in my stomach before the hard work began.

I am not sure if it was because either Lindsey was smaller or I had just gotten quicker but within 2 hours I Had divided Lindsey in to a selection of juicy cuts. I had managed to once again remove her juicy cunt with expert precision. I once again labelled all of the parts in bags with her name and the part it came from and mixed them in with the parts of Katie still in freezer. I placed her beautiful head in the side compartment with Katie’s and disposed of the inedible parts such as bone and organs. It was late by the time I had finished so I headed to bed for the night leaving her fresh meat to freeze.

Over the coming day’s I was contemplating how I would capture the lovely Sara. My freezer was now full to the brim with Katie and Lindsey. I was reminded of how tasty Lindsey’s feet had been when eaten fresh from her body and decided that I wanted to experience the same sensation with Sara but I didn’t know how?

The answer came when I was driving to work one morning and I saw a billboard advertising appliances for industrial cooking. This was perfect. I needed to work out the finer details but this was the key to my next plan.

I decided that I would set up a start up catering company. Not one that would ever do business but it would be on the books as an official, Legitimate company. I set one up online for only $50 and I browsed the company’s online catalogue. It was amazing. The ovens were huge. There were some that you could cook a whole pig in. this set my mind on the track that this would ultimately be Sara’s fate. I added one of the large ovens to the checkout and continued to browse for other items. After 2 hours shopping my basket contained. A large industrial oven, a 4ft diameter roasting pan, an industrial freezer and 2 large 4ft serving platters.

I nearly fainted when I saw the cost was a little over $15,000 with fitting but I knew this was what I had to pay for my new found hobby. It cleared out all of my savings but I hit the proceed with payment button and received an instant email telling me that they would be installed the following Thursday.

The Saturday night date was difficult. All I could envision was Sara roasting away in my new oven, not helped by her more revealing outfit as she sat opposite the table. I regained composure and managed to act as charming as I had on the previous date. The missing Lindsey cropped up in conversation to which I tried my best to end as promptly as possible by saying it was a terrible world we lived in. after a few drinks I was able to relax and I have to say I quite enjoyed the evening. Even though I only really wanted Sara for one reason I must admit she was a pretty nice person and easy to get along with.

After the date I arranged to call her in the week to schedule our next date and we went our separate ways.

Over the week as I continued to gorge myself on the two beauty’s I had in the freezer I came up with the perfect date that I would get Sara. Christmas was only three weeks away and I decided that she would make the perfect Christmas roast. My new freezer would give me plenty of room for storage and I was certain she would still be interested in me by that time.

My new oven and freezer were installed on the Thursday. The oven was huge. The fitters needed to take out a whole shelving unit to get it in. I had previously padlocked the freezer in the basement so that they did not try to open it when they installed the new one right next to it. They were there for half the day and left later that afternoon saying good luck with the new business. I was ready to carry on with my plan.

I called Sara later that evening and arranged to take her to a bar in the middle of the next week for our third date. She happily accepted. The next few day’s I concentrated on breaking in my new oven with pieces of Lindsey and Katie. There was not too much of Katie left so I turned my concentration on to Lindsey’s wonderful legs. Each piece that I cooked seemed to be more delicious than the last. I must have tried out 4 different recipes. As fruit accompanied Katie well, Lindsey worked really well with garlic. I needed to start working out as all this fine meat was taking it’s toll.
I used the third date with Sara to work out the details for her capture. Christmas was now only a week and a half away so I needed to set up the trap. She told me that she would be returning to her parents for the holidays and would be leaving on Christmas eve. I decided that I would invite to my place for dinner on 23rd. then I would spike her meal and keep her secured until Christmas morning before preparations could begin. She accepted the dinner invitation at mine under the pretence of a Christmas dinner and romantic evening.

As the date approached I worked on all of my preparations. The oven was in good working order and the roasting pan was plenty big enough to fit Sara in. all I had to do now was wait.

I set the table up with a few candles and played soft music in the background. For dinner I had prepared an unrecognisable joint of Lindsey’s belly meat slowly roasted with garlic to be served with minted new potatoes, fresh seasonable vegetables and a garlic and wine jus.
As I welcomed Sara to my home and showed her to her seat at the table she remarked on how clean and tidy my house was. I pulled her chair out and told her that I would return with dinner for the evening. I didn’t want to show her the kitchen as I did not know how to explain away the size of my new oven.

I dished up the Lindsey meat and added the sleeping concoction to the jus on Sara’s plate and then returned to the dining room. Sara remarked at how lovely the meal had smelled as I placed the plate at her setting. As she took her first bite of girl meat she exclaimed, “this pork is so soft and tender. It is unlike anything I have ever eaten, I must know the recipe.” I laughed it off and said that she would be better off not knowing which we both shared a giggle to.

As we ate I could see Sara struggling to keep her eyes open. She told me that she was feeling woozy. As she stood up to go to the bathroom she fell to the ground. I left her there whilst I finished up mine and her plates of food before moving her down to the basement and securing in the same way I had with Lindsey a few weeks before.

I tidied away all of the plates and cleaned the kitchen before retiring for the night.

I spent Christmas eve shopping for accompaniments to go with my Christmas day roast and of course the reddest apple I could find. I spent that afternoon preparing all of the side dishes. Mainly potato and vegetable based as my main focus would be on the meat. Sara had long since woken up to her predicament in the basement and unlike Lindsey she was not co-operative. She would not stop crying and trying to scream so I just left her without any food.

I went to bed early that night as I needed to be up at around 4am to begin preparations. I felt like a kid waiting for santa claus. I was so excited I could hardly sleep.

Chapter 4 – Christmas dinner

My alarm sounded at 4am alerting me that it was time to start. I made myself a coffee and fixed Sara a spiked glass of water. She tried to scream and shout as I removed the tape so I quickly poured the water down her throat and sealed her mouth back up and left her to struggle as I returned to my coffee.

To my relief she was out cold when I returned. She was heavier than Katie and Lindsey had been but I managed to carry her up to the kitchen and on to the island. I stripped her naked admiring her beautiful form. Her fleshy body had a large pair of juicy breasts and she was very soft. I squeezed her fleshy butt cheeks and smiled to myself knowing that they would supply a good amount of succulent meat.

I greased the roasting pan and managed to move her on to it, In a turkey pose with her upper body resting on her legs and her arms secured behind her back. My first step was to fill her juicy cunt with as much sage and onion stuffing as I could fit in. I was amazed at how much her sex could hold.
I then proceeded to massage her with a generous amount of butter, working it deep in to her skin from head to toe, her body now glistened as she lay turkey posed in the centre of my kitchen. I set the oven to 140 degrees allowing the oven to preheat as I lightly sprinkled salt and pepper over her back and legs. Lastly I wedged the apple in her mouth pushing her teeth in to it so that it would not fall out. At last it was time to get her roasting.

It was now 5.30am I planned on roasting her for 8 hours, basting at hour intervals. With great difficulty I managed to get the pan on to the oven door and slid the sleeping beauty in. I needed a rest and knew I had a long wait until dinner so I made myself some breakfast and relaxed in front of the TV for the first hour of her cooking.

I had nearly dosed of to sleep when the cooking timer signalled that the first hour was up. I sprang back to life and went to the oven for Sara’s first basting. As I pulled the pan out I noticed that Sara’s colour had hardly changed. The butter had completely melted and gathered in the pan below her. Her body felt warm to touch but there were no physical changes as yet. I concluded that she was coming along nicely and began scooping the melted butter from around her and re-applying it to her now warm skin before sliding her back in.

With the second basting came a slight change of colour. Her body was now turning a light pink. The butter now bubbling in the pan as I yet again gave her another re-baste. The scent was also becoming noticeable. The kitchen filled with a light aroma of cooking meat making my mouth water a little.

When I pulled her out an hour later I was taken aback. I was shocked to see that her eyes were open and she was whimpering in to the apple. I thought it would be impossible for her to survive 3 hours at that heat as well as the pills I gave her should have kept her under for at least 12 hours. She was now a deep red. The heat had killed off most of her muscles and all she could do was quietly whimper in to her gag. I wasn’t sure whether to end it for her or not. In the end I decided not to. The damage was already done and she would not last another 20 minutes anyway. After basting her I slid her back in knowing that was the end for her.

When I pulled her out the 4th hour she had gone. Her eyes closed and no sign of movement. Her skin was now browning, there were juices trickling from her cunt and the soles of her feet. I continued the basting routine for the next couple of hours and for her final hour I brushed her with French mustard and coated her in honey before sliding her back in with the side dishes I had previously prepared.

It was now 1pm. I prepared the dinner table ready for the feast at 1.30pm. I used my finest cutlery and set myself a place with a bottle of vintage red wine. The house was filled with the aroma of roasted Sara and I was now starving. At 1.30 sharp the timer went off signalling it was time to feast. All of my hard work and preparation had paid off as I presented on the dining table a beautiful dinner. I had positioned her so that she was facing me with her head resting on her hands as I ate her.

I carved myself a large chunk of her meaty ass for my first portion. The knife slid through so easily as the meat came away and juices dripped down her leg. I slowly ate the tender piece of meat staring at her as I chewed. It was so juicy and flavourful. Within minutes I was carving more of her ass slowly reducing it to nothing.

There was one more piece I wanted before I was too full. I needed to taste her sweet cunt fillet. I moved my now empty plate aside and flipped her on to her back. I didn’t need cutlery. I simply thrashed my face in to her exposed steaming cunt and ate away at it like a starved beast. The taste of her sweet meat and the sage and onion stuffing binding well in my hungry jaw. I chewed and chewed at it until there was nothing left. I sat back after my meal and let my food go down before moving her back down to the basement to butcher and store in my new freezer. It had been the best Christmas ever.

Chapter 5 – A chance meeting

Christmas seemed to fly past. I had been so caught up in capturing Sara that it seemed to come and go very quickly.

As I turned on the TV just after the new year I found that each channel had a breaking news bulletin, saying how another girl had gone missing in the area. This time it was a finance executive at one of the city’s largest firms. They explained how Sara had not returned home for Christmas and that the brokerage firm were offering a reward for any information of her whereabouts.

It was a large sum, I would have claimed it myself had she not been in parts in my freezer downstairs. I knew that I had covered my tracks well. Nobody had known about us seeing eachother and even if she had mentioned it to anyone, the dummy name I gave her should have been enough to throw off the scent.

They mentioned in the report that the police had not linked the disappearance to the other missing girls, Katie and Lindsey, however they urged the women in the city to be extra cautious and not to go anywhere by themselves.

That’s great I sarcastically thought. There go my chances of hunting for a while. I thought to myself that maybe it was a good time to lay low for a while. Besides I had enough girl meat in my freezer to see me ok for a couple of months. There was loads of Sara, over half of Lindsey and still a few cuts of Katie still in there.

Over the course of the next month I carried on as normal. I focused on my work and tried to return to my normal routine and life. The only exception of course was I ate girl meat pretty much every night but after a while, even that began to feel normal.

I started to feel that something was missing though. If I was honest getting back in to the old routine was a struggle. After the things I had done it was not as easy as just starting a fresh page. My mind began to drift. I found myself exploring the internet on fetish websites. I read stories and viewed pictures of people’s fantasies. It was all excellent work but nothing could truly beat the experience of eating a Girl for real.

One evening whilst I was exploring the web I found. A thread on one of the site’s. it was different from most that I had seen. This one seemed to explain the experience of cooking and eating a girl to the exact. Either the person who wrote it was an extremely good guesser or they had actually experienced it for real.

Curiosity got the better of me. I decided that I would send a pm to find out more.

A day and a half later and I received a reply. Strangely it was just a link on an otherwise blank email. I clicked the link and I was diverted to what seemed to be a chatroom with only a few members.

A few seconds later a chat window popped up and it told me that they had run the background check on my username and that I was clean. The administrator then began to explain to me through message that this was a secure network and that nobody even knows it exsists.

Once the formalities were over the mysterious stranger then began to answer what I came to find out. He explained to me that the post on the fetish site was strategically posted to see who had actually gone all the way. Only someone who has really experienced the flesh of a female will understand my description he told me.

I felt that if this was a trap I was walking straight in to it. It could have been anyone on the other end of the network but something told me that this was genuine. I just went with my gut feeling and began to tell him everything. I told him about the accident with Katie and how it started. I explained how I had come by Lindsey and the method I used to capture the delicious Sara. I must have been typing for hours as I reeled off every detail of my cannibal experiences so far.

In return he told me things felt similar to him at first. “At the start it is a complete obsession” he said. He told me that you are so full of emotions that it is hard to know exactly what to do. “but after a while things calm down and it becomes the most normal thing in the world. As long as you are vigilant and smart then there will be no way you ever be discovered”.

We chatted for a bit about thing’s and I was filled with a kind of relief that I was not the only one out there. This had become such a huge part of my life now that it is very difficult to keep it bottled up. And now this stranger who knew everything became my new best friend.
It was getting late and I was about to wrap up the conversation when he hit me the proposition. The message read:

“I haven’t eaten a Girl in over a year. I am not really the type of guy that has the balls to capture a Girl myself but I do have a decent sized bank account and when the opportunity arises I can be quite generous to anyone that can supply me with one? I know it is a big ask and that there is a significant risk on your part but I am willing to pay $150,000 in return. I understand fully if you refuse the offer, I just thought that someone with a proven background such as yourself may be able to help and make a good sum in process.”

I paused to think about it for a moment. It was a big risk. And how did I know I could trust this person. On the other hand I had been successful in the past and $150,000 was a hell of a load of money. I pondered for a while and concluded that for that amount of money the offer was too good to pass up. I replied explaining that I accept but it may take some time. He replied:

“That is brilliant. Take as long as you need, thank you very much for helping out. As far as the girl is concerned I am really not a fussy eater. I will leave that completely up to you. If I had a preference it would be for a blonde but I really don’t mind either way. If you let me know when you have her I will send somebody to pick her up and deliver your payment. Thank you again and we will speak again soon”.

After logging off I took a moment to reflect on what I had actually agreed to. The conversation had happened so quick that I didn’t even have time to think about where I would get this girl.

The news of Sara had quietened down but I did not want to risk relighting the fire as the heat will become too hot again. I decided that I would head around 100 miles away. I would go to some sleepy town and capture a Girl when there was a good opportunity. I didn’t want to keep my new client waiting too long. If all went well I would be in for a chance of repeat business and could make myself some good money. I also knew I would need a blonde to keep him happy.

I waited for the weekend to come around. I had decided that Saturday was when I would go off in search for the stranger’s unknown victim. I woke up early that morning and packed myself the essentials for a snatch and grab. I made myself some sandwiches out of one of the few remaining pieces of Lindsey. My freezers were running low. There was nothing left of Katie but her head and Lindsey was down to a few cuts. I still had enough of Sara to keep me going for a few weeks but I would have to think about restocking for myself another time.

I left at around 11am and began to head west. I drove through what seemed like wasteland for miles. A few very small towns but mostly occupied by tiny community which would make my job very difficult. I had been following the same road for 2 and half hours until I finally reached the perfect spot. It was a decent sized town. the sign said it had a population on 5000 which gave me a decent choice. I explored the town in my car looking for good opportunity spots.

I was glad to see that the town was not very modern, there were no camera’s and only a small police station quite a way out of the town centre. As I circled the town I found the perfect spot. It was a parking lot with only a few cars in. there didn’t seem to be many people around so I should have a bit of time on my side.

I drove my car in to a space at the back of the parking lot so that I could have a perfect view of the entrance through my mirror. I knew that I could be in for a long wait so I unpacked my Lindsey sandwiches and ate as I kept watch.

There didn’t seem to be a lot of activity. The odd car would pull up, mainly couples and older people heading to the adjacent park. A pink mini cooper pulled in after a while and a pretty brunette got out of it. She would have been a good prospect but I really wanted to hold out for a blonde to secure future business. I watched as she made her way out of the parking lot to some buildings a few hundred meters down the road.

I had been waiting for a few hours at this point and began to think about grabbing the brunette when she returned to her car. As long as she was nice I began to think that the customer would not mind.

I couldn’t believe my luck. Whilst I was waiting for the brunette to return I could see a cute girl walking back from the direction I had previously seen the brunette heading towards. What was even better is that she was blonde. I could only get a good enough look in the distance to see that she was blonde and looked to be in her early twenty’s. I had a around a minute to spring in to action as she made her way towards the car park.

I quickly popped the trunk and soaked a rag in chloroform. Slipping it in to my pocket I grabbed a map from my glove box and got out of the car and began to head towards her. I stopped at the entrance of the car park and began to try and act confused looking at the map.

As she got closer I could see that she was indeed very pretty, she was quite short but looked to be in great shape. I knew I would have to act quickly as she looked as though she would have some fight in her.

When she was near I confidently asked her if she knew where this place was as I pointed randomly to a spot on the map. It was getting dark so she told me that she could not see it very well. She hesitated as I told her that there is a light in the trunk of my car if it would help and told her that I have been lost for a long time. However appearing not to be rude she almost reluctantly followed me to the car, as she did I put my hand in to my pocket.
“now let’s see where we are” she said pointing as I laid the map out on the floor of the trunk. I took one last look around to check the coast was clear. “so if you go dow…….arghh…..”. she was cut short as I grabbed her tightly and pressed the rag firmly to her mouth. Her bag fell to the ground and she tried to fight free as I pressed harder to restrain her.

It took around 30 seconds for her to pass out and I wasted no time in lifting her in to the trunk. Throwing her bag in, I then closed the hatch and jumped straight in to the driver seat. I gave one last check it was clear before I drove off.

As I pulled out of the parking lot I could see the pretty brunette heading back to her car. I was tempted to grab her too but it would be too risky. I decided I would just leave her be.

The journey home was around 2 and half hours. I had used a stronger dose on this girl than I had before cooking Sara as I did not want her waking up halfway home. And I knew I didn’t have enough time to restrain her fully.

Once I got home I backed my car in to the garage and closed the door. I opened the trunk and could immediately smell the perfume on the girl I had captured. it was a nice smell, she certainly had good taste. I carried her down to the basement and cuffed her to the beam as I had with all of my other girl’s and admired her for a moment. I was tempted to strip her and see her in her naked form but I knew that if I had done this then I would have wanted to keep her for myself. This girl I knew was not for me so I had to resist temptation. I left her and went back to the car for her belongings.

It was now getting late so I decided I would take her bag up to bed with me and try and find out who she was. I found a student id card in her purse. It said her name was Emily and she was 21 years old. There were a lot of books in the bag mainly about medicine. She was obviously a student at the college I had passed heading in to the town. I packed the stuff back in the bag and threw it in to my closet saying to myself, “well she won’t be needing them anymore”. And went to bed

The next morning I took Emily a small breakfast. She was wide awake and trying to plead through her gag. I gave her the usual dialogue of don’t scream or things will get worse etc… before removing it. When she finished her breakfast I got her to look at the camera on my phone and I snapped a picture of her. When she tried to question what I was doing I simply replied by putting the gag back on her and then left the room.
I loaded the picture on to my computer and logged on to the secure network sending it to the stranger saying:

“Emily, aged 21, blonde hair, brown eyes, around 5ft 4, ready for collection”
After a few minutes I received a reply.

“excellent work my friend. She looks absolutely superb. I’ll send somebody to collect her this evening, I have your address from the screening so he should be there by around 6pm with your reward. Thank you again”.

The rest of the day I just went about normal routine. Tidying the house and doing my washing etc…

The only other time I saw Emily that day was when I went to get one of Sara’s thigh steaks from the freezer for my dinner that night. I just ignored the muffled attempts at communication. I really did not want to get too involved with her.

I ate early that night at 5pm. I roasted the piece of Sara with garlic butter and thyme and a few potatoes on the side. I had found that she worked really well as a herby dish.

At exactly 6pm the door bell rang. I have to admit I was a bit weary to open it as there was still that chance that it was all a setup. I sneaked a peak out of the curtains and checked that it was not a load of cop cars parked outside. It was safe there was a burly man at the door and he really didn’t look much like a cop.

I answered the door and welcomed the burly stranger in. he seemed all business. Not a lot of conversation at all. He had 2 bags with him. A large sports bag and a small case. He handed me the small case and asked where the product was. It felt as though I was doing a drug deal.
I led him down to the basement where Emily was being held and asked him if he needed any help. He told me he was fine and just to count the money to check that it was all there.

As I counted I watched as he expertly restrained her and attached new bonds to her arms and legs once he had gotten her off of the pillar. She fought against him as she looked at me with pleading eyes, but he was too strong and handled the small blonde with ease. She gave me one last look of desperation as I counted the money I had been paid in exchange for her as the man slid the zipper over the large sports bag he had placed her in.

He gave me a nod as if to say “all there?” which I nodded to in response and we left the basement. Me carrying the case and him carrying the Emily filled bag now frantically moving.

Before he left he handed me an envelope which I held as I watched him put her in the trunk of his car and drive off in to the night.
Once the car was out of sight I went in to the lounge to see what was in the envelope. I opened it without hesitation and a hand written letter dropped out. It read:

“Congratulations. You have passed. Enclosed you will find a return ticket to the south west. I would like to invite you to my holiday home as my guest to discuss a potential business opportunity. I think you are just the man I have been looking for to expand my business and that beautiful Girl you have captured has given me every confidence that you are up to the task. The money I have paid you for her is just a small drop in the ocean of the potential that you could be making. I do hope you can accept my invitation ad I hope to meet you soon my friend.”

I checked the tickets and the flight was in four days. I knew I had to go. I sat back and I could not believe that this had all been a test.

Chapter 6 – business opportunity

I had made all of the necessary arrangements with work. I told them that I had a sick aunt down south that I need to visit but I will be back at work in a few days as it was only an overnight stop.

I could do nothing else but think about the proposition. I was very curious to who this stranger was that had just bought a girl from me.

The day finally arrived. I woke up early and packed my overnight bag to finally have all of my questions answered. I was just about to call for a cab when I heard a knock at the door.

I answered and there was a man in chauffeurs outfit with a Rolls Royce parked outside. He told me that he had been sent to take me to the airport. This mysterious benefactor sure had plenty of money I thought to myself. I was relieved that I had worn my best suit as I got in to the car and was ferried to the awaiting plane.

The flight seemed very quick. I couldn’t believe I was in business class. This was a life I had never known but could certainly get used to. As I was coming through the security gate I was greeted by another chauffer with my name on a piece of card. This time it was a limo. I was surely being treated well. Whatever the proposition was the stranger must have really wanted me to accept.

After about an hour of travelling in complete luxury the driver pulled in to a massive country estate far from any other houses. He continued up the long driveway before stopping outside the biggest mansion I had ever seen.

The grounds were very well kept. Huge trees ran parallel to the driveway and The house was gleaming white. The chauffer opened my door and I stepped out.

I got my first glimpse of the mysterious stranger. He was not what I had expected at all.

At the top of the stairs to the front door he stood. He was of oriental origin. He could only have been around 5ft 5 in height but he oozed with power and wealth as he stood smiling at me welcoming me to his beautiful home.

I made my way up the stairs and extended my hand which he grasped firmly and shook introducing himself as Mr Chen

“Welcome to my holiday home. We will talk business later. First let me show you around and we can have lunch out on the terrace. You are here as my guest so if there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to ask” he said to me.

We took a walk around the grounds whilst he told me a little bit about himself. He lived in Shanghai and owned many companies. He made his fortune in the motor industry and manufactured top end cars for exports to the states. Back in Shanghai he was very well known and respected and had many friends in high places.

It didn’t take long for me to tell him about myself. With my office job and mortgage and very average Joe life. He had his waiter prepare a cheese board with olives for lunch which we sat making general conversation as we ate and sipped our wine.

The waiter showed me to my room for the night after lunch, as Mr Chen had some business to attend to. I was a little bit tired so I had a nap and began to get ready to meet him for dinner at 7pm later that night.

I made my way to the dining room a little before seven to find Mr Chen and another 3 men were already there chatting. We made all of the necessary introductions and made small talk until we were seated at the table by the waiter.

Once we were all seated Mr Chen tapped his glass. “Gentlemen, after dinner we shall retire to the drawing room for brandy and cigars whilst we talk business. I trust you are all now acquainted with each other and we shall all discuss the propositions very soon. But for now, enjoy your food and eat drink and be merry”.

With that the waiter wheeled a large cart out with a huge covered platter. I recognised it as the same as I had at home. But surely not I thought. Not with all of these people. He seemed to struggle as he hoisted it on to the centre of the table with various other bowls being arranged containing potatoes and vegetables.

“do the honours.” Mr Chen said to the waiter as we all stared at the platter intently. As he removed the cover a wonderful aroma filled the room with the scent of cooked meat. I instantly recognised the scent as girl meat. I was curious to see the reactions of the others but I could not take my eyes off of the platter. As the bellowing steam began to clear I could not believe what I saw.

It was Emily. She was laying on her back with her eyes closed. Her skin was golden brown all over. Lettuce leaves neatly arranged underneath and all around her. Her nipples were a darker brown and she had been perfectly cooked all over.

I could not help thinking about how she had been tied up in my basement only a few days ago. I thought about how I was so tempted to have a look at her naked form when I had captured her, and now here she was naked , cooked and served right in front of my eyes.

“good things come to those who wait”. Said Mr Chen interrupting my chain of thought. I nodded to him with a smile to express my gratitude. I noticed that the other 3 guests were also smiling at him and exchanging approving glances at each other.

The waiter began to carve her right thigh in to meaty steaks and distributed the meat to each of our plates. We all waited for Mr Chen to take the first bite out of some weird sign of respect and then almost in unison we all began to tuck in to the juicy meat before us.

Emily was delicious. The chef had really outdone himself. The meat was so buttery and easy to cut away. Emily’s thigh meat almost melted on my tongue as I ate bite after bite of the delicious flesh. Once we had emptied our plates the waiter would carve more and we ate plateful after plateful of Emily’s delicious legs, rump, belly and arms.

Halfway through the meal Mr Chen announced that he had reserved favoured parts for each of us. The man opposite me got her juicy cunt steak. Expertly removed by the waiter and carefully placed still steaming on his plate. He thanked Mr Chen and began to savour it.

The other 2 guests got a breast each. Cut at the base and her large breasts were served to each man as a whole joint. You could hear the light crisp as one of the men placed the nipple on his tongue.

For me it was the feet, naturally . Mr Chen recalled me telling him about Katie in our first conversation and he remembered how much I told him I had enjoyed her dainty little feet and how the first taste had been out of this world.

The waiter chopped them off with a large swing at each ankle and placed them on my awaiting plate sole down. I noticed that Mr Chen had also had the nails painted with the same dark pink nail polish that Katie had been wearing the night I had tried my first piece of girl.
I thanked Mr Chen and tucked in to the amazing meal before me.

We were all beginning to feel full after our specially selected cuts so the waiter cleared the table. He placed the platter with the now unrecognisable Emily on it, back on to the trolley which we were told she would be cleared of all meat and it would go to the staff. The waiter had certainly earned his meal that night.

After dinner we all sat back for 20 minutes to let our food go down before heading to the drawing room to conduct business. Once in the room we were all poured a brandy and given a cigar. We sat down and Mr Chen took the floor:

“Gentlemen. I trust you all enjoyed your food. She certainly was a tasty one wasn’t she?”

He pointed at me, telling everyone that I was to thank which received a mini round of applause.

“Now, I know you are all dying to know why you are here. So I shall begin. The goal is simple. As some of you may know I run a very lucrative, very secret underground operation in which my wealthy clients can feast on the flesh of a female.

Some months ago, one of my American clients mentioned that we should have this kind of thing at home in a half joking manner. Then the idea hit me. We could open a branch and expand business here in the states. I have a lot of wealthy American clients who fly to my restaurant in shanghai whenever they can, but business restricts them to travel as much as they would like. However if they were to have somewhere here, they would be able to dine more often.

So over the last few months I have been trying to find the perfect candidates to help me with a solution which is where you gentlemen come in.
I have a factory not too far from here and the area around it is very deserted. I propose to restore a vacant grocery store I have recently purchased in that area with a room at the back for holding the products in.”

This idea sounded promising to me. I was gripped. I really wanted to know what role he wanted me to play in this. He pointed at the other three guests

“I would very much like for you three gentlemen to be our suppliers. You are all strategically located around each end of the country. I would require each of you to deliver three girls a week on alternate days as to keep the stock as varied as possible.

You have each shown me that you can handle this task to an excellent standard and I am sure that you have the smarts to pull it off without raising too much suspicion.”

The three guys all nodded and seemed to be happy with these terms. Next Mr Chen pointed at me.

“I would like you to be my right hand man. You done an excellent job securing our meal for tonight night, but you have also shown me that you have an excellent eye for detail. You gave me exactly what I ordered to precise specifications and I think you could build an excellent customer bond with our clients.”

I was flattered. He wanted me to run the operation. I knew that this would change my life. I decided there and then that I would grab the bull by the horns and jump on board.

“For each girl we will charge $250,000. Out of which I will get 50% and the rest will be equally distributed between you. This means you will each receive $25,000 per day on the basis that we sell one girl per day.”

I quickly thought about the calculations and it did not seem to work out right. I could see each of the other guy’s with the same confused expression that Mr Chen seemed to lap up.

“I forgot to add. There is another partner. That meal you ate tonight was cooked up by my wonderful daughter Liu. Liu has been shadowing me for years and knows the business inside and out. She will be here to help run things until business takes off. So any other question’s she will be happy to answer.

Gentlemen I am going to retire for the night. It has been a pleasure but I am afraid I have to fly home in the morning. So I will leave you in the capable hands of my daughter. So gentleman goodnight and this is Liu.”

As Mr Chen left the room in walked one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. She had green eyes set in to beautiful oriental features. Her long dark hair, complimenting her smooth caramel skin. I fell in love with her there and then.

I watched as Liu began by introducing herself to the three suppliers. She told them that there was a lot of work to do before they would be required so she would be in touch when the final arrangements had been made.

The beautiful lady then approached me and told me that we would have a lot to discuss. I tried to disguise my feelings for her and keep the conversation as business like as possible. We both agreed to meet for breakfast before my flight home in the morning to work out the next stage.
I went to bed that night as a different man. That morning I had been a simple, average working guy but now I was the boss of a large illegal, lucrative firm.

Chapter 7 – Building an empire

I met with Liu around 8am the following morning. My flight was at mid-day so I had some time to work out the next details.
We ate breakfast on the terrace. The morning sun gave her beautiful skin an even more beautiful glow. Conducting business with somebody so pretty was certainly a much more difficult task than I had bargained for.

Liu told me of the plans. I was to move in the mansion and my office would be based at the grocery store. It was only 15 miles away, and it was in the middle of nowhere so it would be a very easy commute.

Move in the mansion! I thought to myself. How could I have gotten so lucky?

She explained that I would need to tidy up my affairs back at home and move out as soon as possible so that we could begin. From there we would begin putting the operation together and ironing out all of the little wrinkles.

I had a bit of an “I will never wash this cheek again moment” as she gave me a light kiss before I set off home to tie up all of my loose ends. I had not felt this way about a woman in ages. For the most part I had considered them as food but Liu was different.

I travelled home with the same luxury as I had arrived with, and immediately began to work out my affairs.

I would need to work my notice. I thought about selling the house but I knew that it would be a major drain on time, and after all the amount of time and effort I put in to kitting it out with catering equipment, it would be a shame to give it to someone else. Besides I would be earning plenty of money that I could pay it off in a few weeks.

The next morning I handed my notice in at the office. I explained to the manager that I was going to move southwest for a while to be with my aunt. I also told him that since Katie had disappeared it had never been the same in the office anyway. “Another great alibi” I thought to myself.

He was surprisingly nice about it. He told me that if I could work out the week it would be much appreciated, as he understood about family ties etc…
Once I returned home that night I set the date for next Wednesday. This would give me time to finish up what was left off Sara and start my new life.
I sent Liu a message to give her the details which she replied with a “wow! that was quick”. She could see I was certainly keen to get started. I booked my one way flight and waited patiently for Wednesday to arrive.

I gorged myself on Sara through the week. By Wednesday the freezers were empty bar the three pretty heads. I couldn’t take them with me and the house would be deserted for a few months anyway so I concluded that it would all be fine.

I arrived at the mansion late on Wednesday night, so I went straight to bed. I would start my new venture the next morning with Liu.

We met for breakfast at 8am as we had done the week previously. She explained to me that the plan was to head to store after breakfast to take a look around and meet the rest of the staff.

More staff? I thought. How many people are in on this? I learned not to ask too many questions at once. I knew the answers would eventually present themselves.

The journey was only 20 minutes at the speed limit. As we pulled up I noticed that the grocery store was already trading. I expected it to be run down and in need of some TLC but Mr Chen had been working on this for months. He was always one step ahead of the game.

Inside it looked like a regular Grocery store. There was a large aisle for fresh produce and the customary aisle’s for all other standard items. I had thought it was purely a front but Liu explained to me that there was a small town 5 miles away. mostly full of worker’s at Mr Chen’s factory, and this was where they all did their weekly shop.

As we walked the shop floor Liu told me “there are four members of staff that operate the grocery store. Since my father bought this place outright the overheads are very minimal, so any profit that it turns over goes 4 ways between the staff, making it very lucrative for them. They are all degenerates themselves so they are absolutely fine with our business. In fact I think they are looking forward to it”.

With that she called a short staff meeting in the back to make proper introductions.

I immediately recognised the first man to reach the meeting room. It was the same man who had picked Emily up from my house a few weeks earlier. Liu introduced him as Mike. He was one of the 2 stock handlers. Almost on cue the 2nd one arrived. His name was Pete. He was also a burly guy. Neither one of them would I like to start a bar fight with.

The final 2 members arrived together. It took me aback a little to see that one of them was a girl. She could have only been 23-24 and she was quite a pretty little thing. Liu introduced her to me a Kayleigh. As soon as I spoke to her I recognised her as the boss of the grocery operations. She was a bit of a live wire to say the least. Her first words to me were. “so you’re the meat guy, huh?”. This one sentence spoke volumes to me.

The last member of staff was a guy in his thirties. He didn’t strike me as the sadistic sort. He seemed quite sheepish but nevertheless I had complete trust in Mr Chen and Liu’s choices.

After all of the introductions were complete the staff carried on with their duties whilst Liu continued with the tour. The next stop was my office. It was a very simple office. A few filing cabinets and a computer at the desk.

Liu explained to me that one of the filing cabinets was full of customer info and that there was an empty one which soon would begin to fill with product info. She told me that they had already obtained just over a year’s worth of advanced bookings.

I couldn’t help but feel a little redundant. It seems they had done most of the work already so what was I supposed to do?

I think Liu picked up on my look because she interrupted my thought by telling me that I would be responsible for booking customers and products in and out. I would be needed to pick up on a customer’s certain tastes and check ahead to make sure we have a product in stock to their preference. Also I would need to ensure a good variety and liaise with the suppliers.

I felt a little better once she had explained this. She changed the subject by beckoning me over to the curtained partition in the office.
It had previously occurred to me why there was a large curtain on one side but my question was once again answered promptly.

She pulled the curtain back and through the window was a full view of the nine cell’s that had been built in to the room below. It looked like your typical store room. Drab grey walls. It kind of reminded me of a death row block. Which, in a way I suppose it was.

I had seen the door to the room downstairs. It had a heavy lock on it and a large danger sign with a lightning bolt struck through it, keeping away any unwanted attention.

Once the grocery tour was complete I returned to the car with Liu. The next stop was the guest villa. Something that Mr Chen had not previously mentioned.

It was a very short trip. Only a mile up the road and my first impression was it was a bit odd this large villa in the middle of nowhere. Liu told me that this is where the customer would stay. Allowing them to take the girl’s home was far too risky so everything was done here in a controlled environment.

The plan was that the customer would make their selection and then the girl would be delivered to the villa. Check in was at 3pm and checkout at 12pm. This would give Mike and Pete time to clear the house and discard any remains before the delivering the next one.

What immediately hit me was the size of the place. It had five bedrooms and had been very well decorated. Liu lead me straight in to the kitchen. There was a large centre island. The oven was huge. It was larger than the one I had at home.

There was a large chimney breast in the far side of the enormous Kitchen with a large black pot, similar to one you would see in a fairytale illustration. The drawers were packed out with every kind of untesil you could think of. Large knife collections scattered on the various work surfaces. There was a large sink, almost the size of a bath tub. The store cupboard was full of neatly arranged platters and fine dining utensils.

It was the kind of kitchen I wanted mine to be back home. Liu continued to show me around and next lead me to the yard. There were high fences surrounding the yard and canopies everywhere, which I guess were to put up in the event of a passing helicopter.

In the far end of the garden was a long barbecue. At least 6ft wide. Closer to me was a a dug out trench housing coals and a y bar at each end to hold the 7ft pole that rested against the fence. Lastly was a long picnic bench underneath a wooden canopy with ivy leaves growing around it.
Mr Chen had really thought of everything.

Later that night as I was getting ready to meet Liu for dinner I reflected on my day. it had certainly been eventful. I had seen how much time and money had already been put in to the venture and I just hoped that I would be able to pull it off and make it a success.

Liu had prepared us a traditional oriental dish for dinner that night. It was a simple noodle dish with some chicken and was very tasty. There was no waiter now. He worked solely for Mr Chen so me and Liu would look after ourselves.

Over dinner Liu asked me what I thought so far. I told her that I was very impressed and that I really hope I do not let her down. After dinner we sat and told each other about our lives before. It was nice to be able to have a personal conversation with her. Up until that point it had been all business and I think she felt good letting her hair down a bit.

After 2 hours of chatting we both decided that we would open in 2 weeks. She would contact the suppliers in the morning and they would deliver so that we had full stock on opening day. The suppliers would alternate bringing 3 new girls every 3 days so that we always had 9 at any one time.
We were all set. We both raised a glass to each other saying. “here’s to the start of a great venture”.

With that she kissed me on the cheek again. After she kissed me she looked in to my eyes. I looked back lovingly in to hers. We both slowly leant in towards each other and kissed again until it became a long loving kiss. We both got taken by the moment. I couldn’t believe what was happening but I sure was not going to question it. We kissed some more and then began to slide each other’s clothes off.

Things began to become more passionate and to cut a long story short, lead to us both making love for most of the night.
As I reflected on the day and my new life and new love, I secretly thanked Katie in my mind for making it all possible.

Chapter 8 – opening day

During the course of the next two weeks myself and Liu spent the time putting the last touches of the business together. We kept the business and our relationship separate, and thing’s were working really well.

Our first shipment arrived from our east coast guy the week before we opened and my job began by booking the products in. as Mike and Pete unloaded them from the van I had them bring each of the three girls individually so that I could snap a quick photo to attach to their file. We kept files on everyone that was brought in. this included the photo and a brief bio, stating their name, d.o.b and basic info about hair, eye colour height, ethnicity etc..

Once purchased, we would add the sold stamp and fill in the customer name and date of purchase. It was all done just for our records really.

As the week strolled on the 2 other deliveries had arrived. The last delivery arriving the day before we opened. I noticed that the last supplier had commandeered 4 girls. Liu began to explain to me that the extra girl was a gift from Mr Chen For our forthcoming hard work. He had give myself and Liu first pick of the stock to keep us going with meals for a while as I would be working long hours.

Yet another great gesture I thought. Once we had finished booking the new arrivals in, we made our way to the store room to make our selection. One of the new arrivals was cuffed to the wall as all of the cages were now occupied but there would be a space available for her very shortly.
After examining all of the Girls closely Liu and I made our decision unanimously. We were both drawn to a tall brunette who had come in with the second shipment. She was almost as tall as me and she had some fantastic curves on her. She would supply a decent enough amount of meat to keep us going for a while.

Liu would get her back to the mansion and begin preparing dinner whilst I finished up at the store, preparing for the grand opening tomorrow.
As mike took the struggling girl from the cell, Pete replaced her with the small redhead that had been previously cuffed to the wall. I must say the suppliers had come through in excellent style. All of the girls were varied. The odds that a customer didn’t find a girl they liked were slim to none.
Mike Loaded the girl in to the trunk of the car and after a quick kiss goodbye, Liu made her way home with the girl in tow.

I returned to my office to file away the documents for the new arrivals. Whilst I had the cabinet opened I stamped the file of the girl that Liu had just taken as sold, marking my name and the date at the bottom. Her name was Abby and she was 24 years old. Nice name! I thought to myself as I looked at her picture. I filed it back under A. and returned to my work.

I logged on to my computer and checked the customer booked in for the opening day. There was a note on the booking page stating that this was the man who had originally given Mr Chen the idea. He was to be our V.I.P.

I called the man and confirmed the time he would be arriving. He would arrive at the store at 10am. He had a bit of business in the area to do after, but he would arrive at the guest house later on that evening to his awaiting feast.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon organising the finances. Mr Chen had floated the business enough money to take care of the suppliers for their first shipment, so I sent them each payments of $75,000 for their deliveries. The payment from the clients were setup as a dummy company transfer, so I made sure that this was all setup correctly ready for the next day.

It was beginning to get late so I decided to head home and get some rest ready for opening day.

I arrived home at 7.30 pm and was greeted by the wonderful aroma of Liu’s cooking. She had spent the entire afternoon cutting Abby in to various steaks and Joints. For tonight, she had prepared Abby’s whole juicy rump as a celebratory meal ahead of the grand day.

We sat down at the dinner table and once again Liu had done a fantastic job. The rump was golden brown again all over. She really knew how to cook a girl. She noticed me looking a bit coyly at Abby’s roasted cunt touching the bottom of the serving platter. With a hint of cheekiness she said, “it’s ok! I won’t get jealous”. And began to chuckle.

An excellent ice breaker. She really knew how to ease me in to a situation that I did not know how to react to. I stood up and served Liu first. I carved her a large portion from Abby’s right rump cheek and gently placed it on to her plate stating “bon appetite”. To which she smiled.

I carved Abby’s cunt away with the same precision I had used at home with my earlier captives. I suppose you could say when I was still an amateur. As I ate the first bite I couldn’t believe how fresh it still tasted. Liu must have got it in the oven as soon as it was chopped. We had definitely made a great selection. We both agreed that Abby was delicious as we finished the rump and sipped wine, taking in the moment together.

We made love that night and went to sleep earlier than normal to prepare ourselves for the day ahead.

I woke up early the next morning. I had been in and out of sleep all night, going over in my mind making sure that everything was perfect. after a small breakfast myself and Liu made our way in to the store at around 7.30.

When we arrived we found that all of the staff were already there. They must have been just as eager as we were to get started. Mike and Pete had already given the girl’s their breakfast and were now clearing away the stores grocery delivery that they had taken the night before.

Kayleigh and her team were busy preparing the shelves and all of the other general store activities.

Liu and I made our way to the office. We looked out of the office window over the 9 girl’s housed in the cells below. I couldn’t help wondering which one would be the first to visit the villa. They were all beautiful in their different ways but it was anybody’s guess which one the client would choose for the opening meal.

The time seemed to pass slowly as we all waited in anticipation for the first of many customer’s. the store was already trading to the general public however we were waiting anxiously for that special customer to arrive.

The black Mercedes pulled up at the back of the store at 10.05am. I straightened my jacket and made my way to the service door to greet the mystery man. I opened the door and was greeted by a smart looking business man in his late forties. He seemed a very friendly chap. Not the kind of guy you would expect to find at an establishment like this.

He seemed to be excited about our new venture. He explained to me that Mr Chen’s was great but he just did not have the time to visit as much as he would have like too. He also explained to me that he was nervous as he had never actually done the cooking himself. All of the girls at Mr Chen’s were cooked by chefs and bought to your table. This was a whole new experience.

After our introductions I lead him towards the storeroom. He entered like a kid in a candy store and began examining the 9 weeping, nervous girls housed there. He seemed to be mainly focused on a cute little brunette who came in with the west coast shipment. He gave the other’s another quick once over but he had made his decision almost as soon as he entered the room.

After choosing I lead him up to my office to conduct the final details. He sat at my desk and I gave him her file to check over and sign. He requested that we bind her on a roasting pan for when he got to villa so that he didn’t have to struggle and wrestle with her. He asked if we could also deliver a few fresh root vegetables, an apple and a six pack of bud, to which I replied “no problems”.

After he had transferred the payment we stamped the girls form with the red sold mark and I wished him a great day and pleasant evening and he left to go about his day’s business.

That was it I thought to myself. Everything went smoothly, 1st one done I thought as I breathed a sigh of relief.

Mike and Pete waited for the client to leave before removing the small brunette from her cell and taking her to the prep room. Here they would bind her in turkey pose and wrap the platter so she wouldn’t fall off when transported to the Villa. We all took our time a bit more today with it being the first time but after a while it would all become routine.

I watched as she struggled whilst they took her from the cell. The other girl’s were shouting abuse at them whilst they overpowered her. We all knew this was inevitable so we just became to deaf to it all.

They finally had her packaged and ready to take to the villa at midday. I watched as they slowly drove away from the store with the product in tow wondering what her fate will be.

The rest of the day I spent mulling over the day’s events and thinking of ways to become more efficient. I hung around a bit later that evening just to ensure that everything was going smoothly. Once it had hit 19:30 I felt confident that I was not going to get the emergency call from the client to say the girl has got free and escaped, so I watched Mike and Pete give the girls their dinner and made my way home to Where Liu had cooked up another Delicious Abby meal.

I went to bed that night confident that things were on the up and up.

CHAPTER 9 – THE GOOD TIMES

The first day was a success. The client could not thank me enough the next morning and expressed how delightful his meal had been. He told me that he had popped her in the oven at 17:00 and by 20:00 she was golden brown and ready to eat.

He marvelled on Mark and Pete’s efficiency in getting her oven ready and how quickly they had worked the following morning carving and packaging the leftovers for him to take home. After another short round of thank yous he happily set off on his way.

As Mark and Pete finished off clearing the villa and bagging the inedible parts for incineration, I was showing the next client around. This time he chose the small redhead that had briefly been cuffed to the wall 2 days ago.

I took him through the same routine as I had the previous day with the V.I.P and thing’s felt a little easier than before. Only 2 days in and we were already starting to get a system. We finalised the paperwork and the client went in to town for the day before checking in to the villa at 3pm.

Mark and Pete returned shortly after and had a short break before getting the next girl ready for transportation. Just as the previous client this one had requested his girl oven ready.

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After the first month or two we had thing’s down to a T. I had convinced Mr Chen to give Mark and Pete pay rises as they worked continuously. They were definitely the most important asset to this firm.

We had all eased comfortably in to our roles. Liu didn’t really need to come in to the store anymore. We had a handle on things but she would come in and help out as and when she was needed. I was happy because we were in a very good relationship and with the money we now had she was happy to go out shopping. It also gave her more time to focus on her cooking hobby and I really enjoyed trying the new recipe’s that she would create each night.

The Grocery store was ticking along nicely and none of the customers were aware of what was going on behind the scenes. Kayleigh was very good at organising things on that side of the business.

The Hunter’s had their jobs down to a fine art. They never missed a deadline as they continued to bring beautiful Girl’s in. most of the Girl’s were picked up on nights out or found walking home alone. The hunt guy’s seemed to space themselves out well enough, never hitting the same area in a short space of time.

As for the clients, they couldn’t be happier. After a while you got to know what every client’s type was. You could almost predict which Girl would get chosen by who the client was.

The only thing that struck me as strange was the amount of women clients that we would have. A lot of the time it was the wives that would pick the girl before heading off on a shopping trip and then preparing the meal for their husbands that night. I always felt it strange how 2 people willing to do this would find eachother?

The women seemed a lot more matter of fact than the male clients. They seemed more about meat quality than attractiveness. Not that the men ever used the Girl’s sexually. This was strictly out of bounds. I don’t know why I enforced this rule really. I suppose I just thought that taking them sexually was undignified and made our organisation like some kind of cheap brothel. No these girl’s were here for meat. And meat only.

After around 5 months Mark and Pete had seen it all and dealt with every kind of request. There was one client in particular that Pete absolutely despised. He was a short man in his mid 50’s. a real miserable man. All he would do is walk in the store room and point at the unfortunate girl he would want. He would never say thank you. Just sign his form and go.

The reason Pete despised him so much was the way he would treat his purchase. I know it seems strange but the level of sadistic that this man carried really pushed Pete to his boiling point.

He would come in once a month and request his Girl just cuffed to the counter in the villa’s kitchen. No other ingredients, just a lot of beer. He would then return to the villa later that night and would just begin cutting and eating parts of the girl raw in front of her.

When Pete and Mark would go in the next morning they would sometimes find the girl mutilated and still alive, face covered in tears. I have to admit that this was even a bit too much for me. I was not about torture. But what could I do? He paid the same as everyone else.

Pete would give this customer’s poor girls a little dose of morphine before delivering them. I suppose it was just his way for counteracting the pure evil. I never received a complaint about it making the taste any different so I just went a long with it.

All the other clients seemed to be in it purely for the meat and as far as I am aware kept the girl’s suffering to a minimum.

As we approached our seventh month of operations I was about to celebrate my 30th birthday. I had thought about taking the day off to spend with Liu but she insisted I went to work and that we would go away for a week to visit Mr Chen and she would take me to his restaurant.

When I arrived at the store I found that the staff had all congregated in the canteen. They had decorated it with banners and balloons. I felt touched that they would do this for me. Everything had happened so fast that it wasn’t until that moment that I looked back on my life before Katie and suddenly felt a feeling of acceptance.

The lights went off and they all began to sing happy birthday. I saw the orange glow of the candles as Kayleigh entered from the kitchen carrying a birthday cake. As she got closer I could see that on top of the cake were a pair of slightly tanned, well kept feet.

Each toe was painted red and in white icing spelled out HAPPY B’DAY with a candle in between each toe. The feet were positioned as if standing on top of it and had slightly sunk in to the royal icing below. I blew out the candles and they all clapped and then turned the lights back on.

Kayleigh explained to me how she had organised an extra girl with one of the hunters and that the rest of the staff had all chipped in and were going to have her as a spit roast that night. “The feet, we kept for you as we know how much you like them”. She said.

She showed me the picture on her phone of a cute Hispanic girl who looked to be in her mid twenties, bound and gagged in Kayleigh’s basement. Her feet were still attached when this picture was taken I thought as I saw them fastened to the chair legs.

The image reminded of me of my basement when I had Lindsey and Sara secured there almost a year ago. I thanked all of the staff and told them that I would save them for later. I picked the Hispanic feet off the cake and licked the icing that now stuck to the soles before sucking the HAPPY B’DAY lettering off of the toes. I then packaged them and put them in the fridge and returned to cut the cake.

After having some coffee and cake we all returned to our normal duties. I decided that I would leave early that day so that I could spend the evening with Liu. We still had some of a delicious blonde that we had ordered from the east coast hunter a few weeks before and I was looking forward to Liu’s next piece of culinary excellence.

I arrived home later that afternoon at 17:00. Whatever Liu was making smelled delicious as usual. She greeted me at the door when I arrived and told me to go and relax for half an hour as she was cooking a special birthday meal. I was intrigued but did not want to ruin her plans. She took the packaged feet from me to put in the fridge and I had a bath whilst she finished cooking dinner.

After my bath I made my way to the dining room. Liu met me in there with a small platter which she told me was my starter. As I removed the dome I found the 2 hispanic feet lightly grilled on a bed of salad. Liu told me that this was just to wet my appetite before the main meal arrived.

The starter was delicious. As I finished the feet I wondered how the staff were getting on with the rest of her but my train of thought was cut short as Liu announced that dinner was ready.

We ate girl meat almost every night so I could not work out what Liu had done that was so different. It had to be some part of the blonde as I would know if she had bought another girl from the hunters.

All was revealed as I heard the wheels to the trolley being rolled across the kitchen floor and in to the dining room. I helped Liu transfer the heavy, covered platter on to the dining table and quickly noticed that this must be a new girl as there wasn’t this much of the blonde left.

Liu began to explain. “I wanted to cook you something special for your birthday. I caught this one myself. Not bad for a first time. It was on one of my shopping trips. I was having a drink in a hotel bar and I saw this one talking on her phone. She seemed to be alone so I engaged her in conversation. Her name is Rachel, and she was in the town on business but her flight was cancelled so she had to stay another night and was at a loose end. I befriended her and told her I could show her some of the best bars in town so that she didn’t have to be on her own. I must have been quite trusting because she graciously agreed and got in the car. I remembered that formula you told me about so I spiked her drink with it and just drove for a while until she was out cold”.

I was hanging intently on every word. She continued.

“The hardest part was keeping her hidden from you, but since you work long hours I knew that it was do-able. I have been working on a recipe and method for a while now and I really wanted to try it for your birthday. It is a three day process. On the first and second day I had to bathe her in melted butter for 2 hours. Keeping her restrained was the hardest part but she didn’t seem to fight too much as I told her that would only make things worse for her. so I put her and the butter in the large pot on a very low heat so it would only get as warm as a bath.

Next I transfered her to the chiller where the butter that had oozed in her pores hardened. I repeated this process yesterday using the same butter and put her in the chiller again until this morning. Then this morning I melted the butter and added some garlic and rosemary. I left her to lightly simmer until around 4 hours ago when I put her on the tray and in to the oven. And my plan worked. So I would like you to meet, Rachel”.

With that she removed the platter lid and steam bellowed in to the dining room. As it cleared I could see the beautiful, golden brown, surprise feast before me. She was a really exquisite catch. She could only have been around 5ft4 if she was outstretched and she had chestnut hair and big brown eyes.

As I looked in to her big eyes I couldn’t believe that they were moving. They were looking back at me. I could see the gentle flicker of her fingers and light tapping of her toes. How the hell could this be? This girl had been in the oven for 4 hours and somehow was still alive.

Liu could see my reaction and could see the confused look on my face so she jumped in with answers. “you see the butter acts as a shield against the heat. I have practised with parts of the last 2 girls we have had. I know it’s a bit cruel but I have been putting them under anaesthetic and taking parts whilst they are alive. I have made sure that it is as painless as possible. Anyway whilst the butter keeps the vital organs protected the heat will kill off any senses when cooked at a low heat so the girl won’t feel much pain. This is what I have done with Rachel here. She is still alive but if I am right it will only feel like a tug when we carve her”.

With that Liu began to carve me a piece of Rachel’s meaty calve. It worked. I focused intently on Rachel’s face as Liu slid the knife through her flesh. There were only a few winces but there didn’t seem to be any sign of incredible pain.

Liu put the piece of calve on my plate and I wasted no time in taking my first bite. The first thing that hit me was how fresh it was. It had a slightly more salty taste than I had tried before. It was so nice. The saltiness was perfect and really worked well with the butter. I forgot that Rachel could see me the whole time as I hungrily devoured her buttery flesh.

It wasn’t long before I went back for more. Liu was still working her way through a thigh steak as I carved myself a large portion of Rachel’s left buttock. It was so easy to carve. The meat fell from the bone. I was tempted to cut off her perfectly formed feet as I saw the silver polish and the gentle movements almost inviting me. But as I had already eaten the Hispanic feet I thought I would save these for another day.

I continued to carve away at her meaty ass and thighs, filling my plate with piles of meat and hungrily devouring it all. As I began to fill I decided that I would use my last bit of room for her juicy cunt. An quick nod from Liu and I flipped the half eaten girl over. I felt her gently wince as the knife cut her perfect pussy away and I ate it slowly taking in the freshness and sweet flavours.

I was now completely stuffed. Mine and Liu’s bellies were full of Rachel and all she could do was watch as we reduced her to bones. Liu decided that she would not end it for Rachel yet. She wanted to keep her as fresh as possible so instead of cutting her throat she just put the lid back on the platter and wheeled it back to the chiller where Rachel had spent the last three days.

I didn’t know if this was cruel but I knew Rachel couldn’t feel anything and her meat was just too delicious on her live frame that it would be an absolute shame to waste it. Anyway I knew that it would only be a few days before we would have completely finished her given what we had eaten tonight.

Liu returned with coffee and we sat back drinking it and let our food go down. She gave me a wrapped gift and I opened it to find that it was Rachel’s clothes and shoes. I inhaled the scent and it instantly reminded me of the wonderful meal. A great gift to remind me of a wonderful evening.

I thanked Liu and we retired to the bedroom and made love for the remainder of the night.

Chapter 10 - Dinner in the Orient

A few weeks had passed and myself and Liu had completely Picked Rachel clean. We had converted an old out building in the grounds of the mansion into a small holding room consisting of 2 cells where the meat girl could spend her last few days in relative comfort before being relocated to the basement for processing.

It was our way of saying thank you to Rachel for being such an exquisite meal that we decided to house her here until she expired in the second week and was transferred to the basement to be butchered and put in to cold storage. Her pretty head was now the seventh to be displayed in the walk-in freezer, she had a faint expression of relief on her face as her head was postioned beside the previous blonde feasts.

The business was ticking along nicely. Kayleigh and the team had enjoyed their Hispanic spit roast on my birthday and Kayleigh didn’t hesitate in showing the pictures the day after. She did look delicious however nowhere near as juicy as Rachel had been.

Things were still running smoothly, in a couple of day’s I was heading to China with Liu. Mr Chen had arranged for me to visit his restaurant as a Birthday treat. We would only be gone a few days and I left the crew in full confidence that the business would be fine when I returned.

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We left for the airport early on the Monday morning. The taxi was on time and we made our flight on schedule. I was looking forward to my dinner that night. I had not eaten girl in over a week. We did not want to get another girl after Rachel as we knew we would be out of town for a few days and she would have been left to starve to death so we stuck to regular meals.

After landing we made our way out to the arrivals and were met by a smartly dressed chauffer with a little plaque showing our names. It still all felt a bit strange to me. Being treated like a man with so much wealth, even though I myself was now a multi millionaire It was something that didn’t come natural to me.

We arrived at Mr Chen’s mansion around an hour later. It was twice the size of the mansion at home. Very well decorated and well kept. Mr Chen was a man with impeccable taste.

Liu and Mr Chen gave eachother a huge hug when they met eachother and I sufficed with a simple handshake. We had a small lunch on the terrace whilst catching up and retired to our room to freshen up and get dressed for the evening. I couldn’t wait. At this point I was starving. I had hardly touched my lunch, I was saving myself for tonight’s dinner.

The car picked us up at 6pm and we made our way out of the city. It was only around a half an hours drive. The first thing that struck me was how open this place was. I had imagined it to be a small discreet building in some alleyway somewhere but here it stood like a giant pagoda. The only discreet thing about it was that it was called Mr Chens casino and stated clearly in 8ft high letters “Members only”.

As the car pulled up to the entrance we were greeted by a smartly dressed man who introduced himself as the restaurant manager. Liu knew him well, she had been coming to this place for years. It was mostly recipes from her late grandmother that were used.

Tao (the smart dressed man) lead us through in to the main dining area. No expense had been spared. The inside was big enough to fit around 30 people and it was decorated with gold dragons and marble. The furniture was of the highest quality and there were well kept trees and plants all over the place. We were seated at the far end next to the man made waterfall and Mr Chen joined us around 20 minutes later to the applause of the 25 diners now seated and awaiting their meals.

We were joined by a few of Mr Chens business associates and all began to talk shop. They all cried out wealth and talked about their businesses, most were in the motor trade so I felt a liitle bit of a third wheel at first but as the wine flowed the conversation turned a bit more to my liking.

After around an hour the doors to the kitchen swung open and two waiters entered, one at either end of a large wok that was still sizzling. It was huge! At least 4ft in diameter. They carried it to a large table with a rotating top and gently lowered it in front of the 8 awaiting diners. I could see a hand and the lightly charred fingers hanging over the side amidst some other recognisable parts all mixed in with noodles and mixed peppers and drenched in soy. One of the waiters returned with the head of the beautiful girl and placed it on the table next to the wok with a small note saying “stir fried Hua”. Liu informed me that this girl’s name meant flower and that this was a dish that her grandmother cooked her often as a son.

The scent was amazing. The sizzling pan sent a wave of delicious aroma across the whole restaurant and made my stomach rumble as I jealously watched the diners begin to serve themselves the delicious stir fry recognising the odd part that dropped in to their bowls.

Only five minutes after the next girl was brought out. This time she was raw. I must admit that I was coming round to the idea of live raw girl after tasting Rachel but there was still a part of me that saw the cruel side but I was now in China and this was a custom in the orient. She must have been around late 20’s, about 5ft 2” and had highlighted ginger hair. I watched as she looked around in horror as she was lowered on to the table of the people that ordered her. she was securely fastened by her wrists and ankles to the long platter and she tried to struggle with her outstretched body as the smiling diners licked their lips at her and began to poke and prod her.

You could hear the muffled screams as the first of their forks pierced her upper arms and thighs and diners cut away their first pieces of her delectable meat and dipped it into the variety of bowls full of sauces and oils that surrounded the table. I found myself fixated as I watched the massacre of her flesh only a few feet away, wondering how she was still alive.

We were the last table to eat. The other two tables were now happily eating away as our meal was wheeled in to the dining room. By now I was famished. All etiquette would go out of the window tonight.

The same two waiters wheeled in our main feast. A 6ft long drum barbecue with 2 gas canisters beneath keeping it alight. They parked it at the table and lifted the top drum to a large smoke cloud that quickly passed. She was beautiful. Around 5ft 5”, jet black hair and big brown eyes,. Her beautiful body had been scored in to diamond shape portions and you could see the charred black edges around the diamond outlines. Her body glistened from the regular honey basting throughout her hour and a half of being grilled. Her lifeless eyes fixed on the ceiling and the light from above being reflected on the shiny red apple wedged between her teeth.

My mouth began to water as I hungrily awaited the delicious looking bbq to be served. I read the card which stated “honey barbecued Jiao”, this name meant dainty and lovely as was explained to me by Liu.

Mr Chen said a few words and a happy birthday to me before gesturing the waiter now wearing an apron to begin carving. He began by cutting off a breast and serving it to me. You could here a light crisp as the blade stroked through the charred skin and it slid through the base of the mound. It was not the largest breast but would make for a great appetiser I thought to myself.

Once he had lowered the meat on my plate I spooned myself some sticky rice and a small helping of honey sauce and began to dine. I could hear a small chuckle from Mr Chen as he watched me trying to pick up the nipple with a pair of chopsticks. I just couldn’t get the hang of it. Eventually the waiter gave me a knife and fork knowing that I was an amateur.
My first bite was delicious. Now I had the correct utensils I was able to cut away the nipple and a generous amount of the juicy meat below it. I hungrily shoved it in to my mouth and began to chew. The meat of Jiao was much different than that of the American girls. It kind of had a flavour in between Lindsey’s, and the Hispanic girl who’s feet I had eaten. The sweetness of the honey marinade seemed to compliment the light tang to the meat from Jiao’s breast. Needless to say it didn’t take long for me to clean my plate.

As I finished my first plate, Liu was the last to be served. She gestured the waiter to cut her off a hand from Jiao’s wrist, having seen me finish she ordered the other hand for me. She told me that though the hands were not the meatiest, when cooked in this way they really come in to their own and can be very delicious. The Dainty oriental hand was lowered on to my plate and I picked it up by the now wrist stump and the tip of the forefinger. I tore the flesh from just below the finger and Liu was right. It had that sweet flavour similar to a spare rib. I ate my way through her palm and finished by sucking the sweet meat from her fingers. My next plate was full of thigh and ass meat. I was still hungry and needed a substantial amount so I opted for the meatiest parts. Mr Chen had already eaten her sweet cunt fillet and one of guests was also a foot guy and was working his way through her left foot.

We ate and ate until eventually Jiao was reduced to nothing but bones and gristle and sat back as the waiter cleared our table. The wok on the first table had long since been cleared. They had scraped it clean of the beautiful meat inside.

The raw and alive table had picked their meal to the bone also. I don’t think the poor girl lasted too long as they seemed to devour her like hungry beasts. Only a blood stained tablecloth remained of her.

We sipped tea for the remainder of the evening and before we left Mr Chen agreed to show me out back of the restaurant. He introduced me to the chef that had prepared Jiao for us and I shook his hand. He explained to me that Jiao had been a bit of a fighter and it took two of them to eventually get her tied to the grill, he also told me that it amazingly took 20 minutes before she expired.

You could see that everything in the kitchen had been well used but everything was spotlessly clean and well organised. I thanked the Chef and followed Mr Chen to the storeroom.

The layout was pretty much the same as the grocery store. There were 10 cages lined up along the wall which had all but three occupied. I could see the name Jiao written on the whiteboard still on the front of one of the vacant cages. The other seven reminded me of home, they all had a sobbing girl inside and each did not know the fate that awaited them.

We finished the tour and went back to Mr Chen’s for the night. The rest of our time in China was spent doing the tourist thing’s. Liu took me to where she grew up and spent some time with her family before we headed home to continue running the business.

It really was a great vacation.

…………………………………..to be continued………………………………………