Missing

by LT

Disclaimer: This story depicts an act of murder, butchery, and sexual cannibalism that is nonconsensual in nature. This is meant to depict fantasy and is not meant to reflect reality in any way. Please do not read if the things described offend you in any way.

Originally Published 2019

Author’s Note: I have once again been inspired by a work of art done by Tales From the Pit (Formerly Rob the Robot), which I originally saw posted over at his Deviant Art page.

On the Hunt

Dusk was falling over the small university town as she entered its downtown district. Her ‘80s vintage Chevy half-ton didn’t stand out much here, as the pickup was the most common form of transportation in this agricultural state. Even the coating of dust that covered the blue paint job didn’t stand out, other than to identify who lived outside of town, and who was probably a student living in one of the dorms on the university.

Her brown eyes danced back and forth, watching for any early drunks or idiot students who might decide to randomly wander into the street on their way to one of the many bars that made up the majority of the business in this area. She could see a group of four blonde-haired bimbos now, already stumbling as they made their way down the sidewalk in heels and skimpy clothing, laughing at their own drunken stupidity. Her pink lips curled into the slightest of smiles at the sight of the female version of the average university student around here. She felt a bit like she was watching a nature documentary, following some animals in their natural habitat as they sought mates. And what nature documentary was complete without a predator stalking its oblivious prey?

A short time later, she was pulling into a spot in the downtown parking garage. The engine turned off and the door creaked open, echoing in the concrete structure. She stepped out of her pickup, one cowboy boot-clad foot at a time, thumbing the lock out of habit as she did so. She spun the keys around her right index finger even as she gave the door a shove and slammed it home.

The sky was still red with the setting sun, but most of the illumination came from the bright white of the overhead fluorescents, highlighting her plain white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. The heels of her grey boots clacked on the concrete, echoing through the still mostly empty parking garage as she made her way to the stairwell. She knew that she didn’t look very remarkable, with her curly brunette hair cut short in tomboy style, tanned skin, and t-shirt tucked into tight jeans, complete with a large metal buckle. She looked like most country girls in this area, which is technically exactly what she was. She had a nice slender figure, but her modest bust and hips meant she didn’t get much male attention, which that was exactly the way she liked it.

This was one of her favorite hunting grounds, as there was no shortage of attractive young prey. The real trick was picking someone who wouldn’t be missed, at least not for a while. So as much as she’d love to grab one of the sorority sisters putting their wonderful bodies on display (they certainly looked good enough to eat), they tended to be pack animals, and it could be tricky separating one of them from the rest of the herd. So she had her work cut out for her, looking for just the right girl, or that maybe, just maybe, the right girl would find her.

She went from bar to bar, sticking mostly to stereotypically “girly” drinks that didn’t have much alcohol in them. The sky darkened, and the bars and clubs got busier - it was Friday night in a college town, after all.

It was full dark when she slipped into a chair at a high table in a quiet corner of one of the more popular bars, and started nursing a glass of the house brew. Her eyes scanned the room, paying special attention to the ladies. Of course the twenty-something college crowd was busy making fools of themselves on the small dance floor, but the scenery was still nice. The music they were dancing to could have been better, but songs about trucks, beer, and women in tight jeans was all one could really expect in a bar like this.

The door creaked open, drawing her eyes away from the curvaceous co-eds for the moment. She looked just in time to see a real beauty walk into the room. Her spikey platinum blonde hair, swept mostly off to one side, buzz cut along the sides of her head, coupled with the bright blue eyes framed by black mascara and eyebrows set against the pale skin of her beautiful face immediately grabbed her attention. The blonde had a nice figure, too, which was hard not to notice in the short, slinky, blue dress that clung to her in all the right spots. Time almost seemed to stop as her eyes moved down that figure, past the teasing cleavage at the modest swell of her breasts, the trim waist that smoothly transitioned into wide hips. She was almost drooling at the sight of those shapely, well-toned legs that were being held up by… some of the loudest pink fuck-me shoes she’d ever seen.

She couldn’t help but smile as her eyes snapped back to the blonde’s face, only for her heart to jump up into her throat as those brilliant blue eyes looked right into hers. Blood rushed to her face and she tried to develop a sudden interest in the amber-filled glass in her hands. The blonde had been smiling, and both her expression and body language said she was flattered, but the fact was that she’d been way too obvious and gotten herself caught.

The sound of heels clacking on the wooden floor brought her out of her mental self-flagellation. She was drawn to those loud pink pumps and couldn’t help but smile again as she followed those long legs up. She was pleased to see that the pretty blonde still seemed to be flattered, her hot pink lips (which matched the color of her shoes, she noted) were smiling coyly at her.

“Hi,” she said, coming to a stop right in front of her.

Her face still felt flushed, but the initial shock had worn off when she confidently made eye contact with this pale stranger.

“Hi.”

The blonde chewed her lip lightly and cocked her eyebrows as she started, “couldn’t help but notice you checking me out over there…”

She leaned toward her and gave her a coy look of her own.

“Well,” she nodded toward her, “you do stand out in a crowd, especially in a crowd like this.”

She inclined her head toward the bar, and the denizens standing along it. The blonde followed her gaze and looked at the crowd of wannabe cowpokes wearing tight jeans, big belt buckles, and cowboy hats, along with a mix of sorority sluts dressed in slinky dresses taking turns throwing their heads back with shots and slapping each other on the backs saying, “yaaasss, girl, yaasss” to each other as they busily went about getting even more drunk than they already were. These women held most of the crowd’s attention, thankfully, though both of them were also briefly distracted by one in particular who had rather ample breasts that seemed likely to liberate themselves from that barely there red dress.

“Good to hear,” the blonde said with a broad smile as she turned her attention back to her. “Considering some of the competition.”

She shrugged.

“More to like on a woman than her tits.”

The blonde put her right hand up to her mouth and made a show of acting shocked.

“How forward,” she breathed and then grinned. ‘I completely agree.”

“Care to have a seat?”

She extended her right hand toward the chair across from her.

The blonde chewed her lip before answering in a sultry voice, “I thought you’d never ask…”

She was an average height for a woman, so when she mounted the tall chair, it made that blue dress stretch tautly across her flat belly and hips, and she caught a glimpse of just how far up those milky inner thighs went, and was rather pleased to see she didn’t just shave her legs and under her arms. How bold. And a bit odd considering she was obviously wearing a bra under that dress.

Their eyes met as the blonde shifted back and forth a bit, making herself comfortable on the hard wooden seat with cut-outs that were probably a bit too small for her. She gave her a toothy smile and cocked her dark eyebrows again, obviously guessing where her gaze had been momentarily diverted.

Without missing a beat, she extended her hand toward this wonderful catch, who accepted it with both of hers. She noted a modest silver band with a small gem around the third finger of her left hand, and that her black fingernails were cut very short.

“Jessica,” she told her. “You can call me Jessie, though.”

“Brie,” the blonde answered in kind.

The two of them rested their arms on the table, eyes wandering over each other from across the table.

“So,” Brie exhaled. “Come here often?”

They shared a grin and giggled at the lame come-on.

“Yes, actually,” she replied. “And a few other places around our lovely downtown. You?”

Brie shook her head.

“I’m from this state originally, but it’s been a while since I’ve been here. Thought I’d just check out the local bar scene while I was here.”

She leaned toward her, some of the blonde hair falling across her forehead and in front of her eyes, the pupils dilating ever so slightly.

“I have to admit, I’m used to turning heads,” she added in a lowered voice. “But, I wasn’t expecting to get checked out by another woman in this area.”

Jessie smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s current year. Plenty of gay and bi ladies around if you know where to look. Or even some straight ones who are willing to experiment if you play your cards right.”

She leaned back and smiled as an overplayed song about saving horses by riding cowboys came on. The excited cheering of the drunk college girls they’d been watching earlier only added to the effect.

“Fair enough,” Brie said. “I’m pretty flexible when it comes to my mounts… and in most other ways come to think of it.”

The other woman made a show of rolling her shoulders back, as if to stretch her arms behind her, pushing her breasts forward in the process. Jessie did her best to keep a deadpan expression, even as she used her peripheral vision to cheat the eye contact test.

“Is that why you came to my table?”

She gave her head a toss to get the hair out of her line of sight and tilted her head, giving her a considering look.

“What can I say? You’re pretty cute.”

Jessie felt herself blushing again but held eye contact.

“And the way you blushed and looked away when I caught you checking me out reminded me of someone special,” she mused. “What about you?”

She grinned.

“Are you kidding? You’re gorgeous!”

Brie leaned even closer and rocked her shoulders back and forth.

“Care to buy a gorgeous girl a drink, Jessie?”

She gave the blonde a knowing smile.

“What’s your poison?”

Brie leaned back and shrugged.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here,” she told her. “Something local would be nice.”

She gave her a nod and pushed herself away from the table. She could feel Brie’s eyes watching her as she made her way up to the bar and ordered another glass of the house ale. A self-satisfied smile graced her lips as she waited. Tonight was going even better than she’d hoped, and ironically it was because she’d fucked up and let herself get noticed. She could already feel her nipples pressing harder into the inside of her bra, and a familiar sensation building between her legs as her excitement grew.

She paid the bartender and accepted the glass before turning to face her newfound friend for the evening.

The two of them flirted and drank for the next two hours. She bought Brie a couple more glasses during that time, but nursed the same drink for the entire time, pretending to be taken in by the blonde beauty (not much of a stretch, to be honest) without revealing much about herself, aside from the fact she lived alone out in the middle of nowhere. Brie seemed to like this.

It was surprisingly early when the two of them stumbled their way out of the bar and out to her pickup. Brie was doing most of the talking now, while she did most of the supporting.

Brie stumbled on one of the joints in the now full parking garage, forcing Jessie to readjust her grip. Her hand was suddenly filled with softness as it found new purchase, earning her a soft moan followed by a laugh from her drunken companion. Brie’s hand covered hers and guided it to the already erect nipple. Her fingers pulled at it even as that platinum blonde hair filled her vision and her mouth was filled with the other woman’s tongue.

She indulged for a moment, cupping a hand along the side of Brie’s face, catching the small silver earing hanging from her ear lobe with her thumb. Before they could get too hot and heavy out in the middle of the parking garage (and draw unwanted attention), she gently pushed her away.

Breathing heavily, she told her, “plenty of time for that later.”

Brie was practically panting herself, but nodded.

“Good things come to those who wait,” she mumbled, and laughed.

“Truer words have never been said.”

Brie was still laughing to herself as she led her toward the dusty blue Chevy.

Welcome to My Parlor

It was a painfully long drive home, not only because she couldn’t wait for what was to come, but because Brie was practically pawing at her the entire time. Not that she really minded being groped by her (her panties were very wet now), or having her neck sucked on, but it was just a little bit distracting when she was trying to drive down the narrow gravel roads.

Brie stopped to look as they slowly pulled into the driveway. The yard itself was hidden in a large patch of trees, one of many large patches out in this area of flat land. Large branches loomed over the narrow gravel road from both sides, forming an arch that bathed in white light from the headlights.

“Kinda creepy…” Brie breathed from a nervous grin.

She gave her passenger a good-natured laugh.

“Most farm yards are like this out here,” Jessie told her. “Shelter from the wind, and any prying eyes that might be driving by.”

The blonde woman’s pink lips stood out in the dim light as she smirked and waggled her nearly invisible eyebrows.

“You ever run around naked out here?”

“How do you think I got this all over tan?” she replied with a smirk of her own.

The two of them shared a laugh as the “tunnel” ended and the stars became visible overhead. A large, mostly white barn with a stereotypical gambrel roof and was in desperate need of a new paint job stood off to the left, dominating the clearing. There were no yard lights to light the way for them, so the only view they had of the yard came from the headlights as they swept across the neatly trimmed grass on their way over to the barn.

Jessie brought the pickup to a smooth stop in front of the large wooden door of the barn, took it out of gear, and set the brake, but let it idle for now. She rested her hands on the top of the steering wheel and watched with amusement as Brie, her mouth slightly open, looked around blankly.

It was a bit hard to with only the reflection of the headlights, but most of the yard could still be seen in the dim glow. The grey arch of a steel Quonset hut stood off to the right side of the barn, the front end of a large tractor poking out from the pitch black interior of it. The large cylinders of grain bins stood in a row leading away from the hut, and farm machinery was lined up in a neat row after that.

Those bright blue eyes looked past her as her confused “date” turned to look back the way they’d come. But all that she’d be able to see would be the small garden shed that kept the mower and the other lawn care stuff, and the trees that surrounded the yard. Turning to look out the back window would only reveal more trees, except for the offset opening that allowed that farm machinery to pass out into the fields beyond. Somewhat comically, Brie didn’t seem to think of that, as she just turned to face back the way she’d already looked.

Half a minute later, her confused voice echoed back at her from the closed door window.

“Where’s the house?”

She sounded more drunk than she probably actually was, but the confused sound still brought a smile to her face. She waited for Brie to turn her confused face back in her direction. She inclined her head and casually flicked her left hand in the direction of the barn right in front of them.

“Seriously?” she asked, both bewilderment and judgement in her voice.

The smile left her face and she sighed through her nose. Brie flinched a bit at that, so her reaction was probably a bit harsher than it should have been.

“The old house burnt down in the 1950s, and the folks sold off the livestock and turned the barn into the new house,” she explained in a flat voice.

“I’m sorry,” Brie started. “I didn’t mean-“

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Jessie cut her off. “How about some more beer to help lubricate things a bit more?”

She offered her a smile, which Brie returned, the nervousness melting away from her.

“Sounds like the start of a fun night.”

They scooted toward each other across the bench seat, the springs creaking from within it as they accepted the shifting weight. They both managed to hit the stick shift with their legs, and they laughed at their clumsiness together for a few seconds before letting it fade into contented sighs. The laughter left Brie’s face and she gave her a wanton look that made her heart seem to flutter. She cupped her face and leaned in their tongues meeting just before their lips.

There was the smallest of wet pops when she gently separated them. She licked her lips, tasting a mixture of beer and Brie’s lipstick. The blonde slowly opened her eyes, her expression unchanged as she ran the thumb of her right hand along her lower lip to wipe away some excess saliva.

“I’m glad I met someone who knows how to kiss,” she quietly mused.

Jessie cocked an eyebrow and gave a flirtatious smirk.

“Just wait until later…”

She pushed in the headlight knob and killed the engine, plunging them simultaneously into darkness and silence. There was no moon, so they could only be seen as slightly darker shapes over the background of stars in the windows.

“How do you see without a yard light or anything?” Brie’s slightly inebriated voice called out.

“Yard lights just let would-be thieves check out your stuff while they hide in the shadows,” she told her. “Besides, I know this place like the back of my hand. Trust me.”

The hinges of the driver side door groaned in the darkness, briefly admitting the sound of crickets chirping in the distance before the slam of the door closing cut them off again.

Outside, her boots crunched over the small pebbles of this last sliver of driveway as she crossed in front of the pickup, letting her hand slide over the top of the hood. The glint of the chrome handle could barely be seen in the darkness, and she closed her hand over it. The passenger door complained just as much as the other one as it opened. A pale hand reached out through the opening and she took it in hers. Two white legs swung over the side of the bench, and those loud shoes crunched into the gravel. She couldn’t see Brie’s face, but she could feel her trembling ever so slightly as she stood up. She took a step forward and managed to trip herself up on something. Jessie caught her under her armpit and helped to guide her the rest of the way out, using her hip to catch the lip of the door and slam it shut.

“I keep forgetting how many more stars you can see out in places like this,” came the blonde’s awed voice.

She shifted positions to put her along her right side, pulling the other woman’s left arm over her shoulders while wrapping her right arm tightly around her back and under her right arm. Once again her hand found itself unintentionally cupping Brie’s breast, who responded with a short, playful chuckle from her throat, and let herself be slowly led toward the flat expanse of the building in front of them.

There was a jingle of keys as she awkwardly fished them out of her pocket, and managed to find the deadbolt in the darkness.

“I’m kind of surprised,” Brie uttered aloud. “Where I grew up we never even bothered to lock up.”

“It doesn’t happen often, but occasionally someone will decide your stuff is actually their stuff and take off with it if you don’t take any precautions. And sometimes even if you do.”

The metal deadbolt slid back into the door and she pushed it open. Her free hand went for the familiar spot on the inside wall, just to the left of the door, and flicked the switch on. They both flinched at the light, and they paused while their eyes adjusted.

The door opened into a kind of mudroom/foyer, which was just the start of a wide hallway that ran the length of the barn and led right to the back door. They stepped up onto the polished hardwood floor, immersing themselves in the warm glow of the interior.

Jessie wiped her feet on the big floor mat that was a few steps inside, and Brie imitated her as well as she could. Watching the drunken blonde wipe her high heels was just entertaining enough to make her crack a smile. She pushed the door closed and slid the deadbolt home but Brie was too busy still trying to wipe her heels to notice or care.

Brie started and looked up as she softly gripped her upper left forearm.

“I think you’re good,” she teased.

Brie grinned and giggled at her.

“Actually, I should apologize,” Jessie said, escorting her toward an open door on the right side of the hall. “I don’t really entertain all that much, so it’s kind of a mess.”

Brie laughed again and patted her on the shoulder with her free hand.

“You should see my place…”

The living room was somewhat underwhelming considering the size of the building. The floor was also polished hardwood, and the furniture looked like it might have been new in the 1970s. About the most that could be said about it was that it was at least all matching – a wonderfully retro green plaid pattern. The couch was up against the wall to their immediate left, and also had the only wall hanging above it in the form of a painting, of a stereotypical 1950s farm yard, prominently featuring a big red barn. This got another laugh out of Brie as she looked around.

The corner between the couch and one of the chairs had one of two floor lights (the other was back by another door on the far wall). Next to the chair was an end table with a small table lamp, complete with lacey lampshade, and a mess of magazines on top of it. This was the only real “mess” in the room. The other chair was pulled well away from the wall, so that it was within arm’s reach of the small vintage color TV that sat on a homemade wooden stand. An empty whiskey bottle sat next to it, its label proclaiming it to be “Tigerstripe,” next to a black and white drawing of a tabby.

Brie turned to her and teased, “I thought you said it was messy in here.”

She swept her arm in a broad arc across the room, indicating the rough, almost completely barren wooden walls and large exposed joists overhead.

“What I will say, though, is that it’s very…”

“Quaint?”

“Rustic.”

She gave her a smile but her eyes continued to wander, until it came to the shelves filled with a mixture of VHS tapes and DVDs. Most of these were blockbusters and action films from the last few decades, including a set of the extended cuts of all the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies. There was also a substantial collection of lesbian porn.

Seeing this, Brie giggled and made a bee-line for them, pulling out of her soft grip and leaving her standing there holding nothing. Jessie found herself blushing again as Brie carefully ran her finger over them, reading the title of each one aloud, often punctuated by a quick chortle.

She pulled a DVD out and read the title, “Striptease: No Boys Allowed.”

She eyed the cover art, which featured a woman who looked strikingly like Demi Moore in much the same pose as on the poster for the movie that had actually featured that actress.

The blonde cocked an eyebrow at her and licked her lips.

“Wanna watch something to get into the mood?”

She shrugged.

“Why not?”

She took the DVD from Brie’s hand and fired up the combo DVD-VCR that was on the shelf beneath the old thrift store special TV. She snapped on the TV itself, and was greeted by a bright blue screen. Once this was replaced by the logo of the DVD-VCR’s manufacturer, she reached down and pushed the eject button for the DVD portion of the machine. The tray opened with an electric groan as she snapped the case open.

She tossed the case indifferently on top of the player even as the tray groaned closed again.

“Make yourself at home,” she told Brie with a smile. “I’m going to grab us some more beer.”

The blonde returned her smile and said, “sounds good to me.”

Her boot heels clacked on the floorboards as she made her way to the back corner of the room. She flicked another set of lights came on, shining through the doorway and a window cut through the wall close to the TV. The large stainless steel fridge stood across from the doorway to the living room, and next to another open door. The harsh white light of the overheads made the hastily-repaired white tilework that covered the walls and floor of the room look that much worse, which wasn’t helped any by the empty utility shelves lining the wall. She looked longingly at a well-worn spot in the middle of one of the exposed beams that was right over a drain in the wall. Chuckling lightly to herself, she pulled the fridge’s door open and looked over the selection of booze that filled the top half of it. Music started to come from the TV’s single speaker through the window as she grabbed a couple of green bottles with orange and black labels. She swung the door shut and grabbed the metal opener off the top of it. As she got back to the doorway, green bottles in one hand and a metal bottle opener in the other, she was greeted by the sight of Brie bent over, peeking through the window. Her features darkened ever so briefly, but she brightened up again as Brie turned her head to look at her.

“Is this your kitchen?” the blonde asked.

“More like a big pantry,” she said, and pointed at another open door to her right with her chin. “The actual kitchen is through there.”

She grinned.

“This is just the booze fridge.”

Brie gave her a soft laugh.

“The shelves are looking kind of bare.”

She nodded in agreement.

“I’ll be filling them up again soon enough,” she explained, and then gave her a sly smile. “But right now I have all I’m interested in eating right in front of me.”

Brie giggled and took one of the two bottles from her hand when she offered. She popped the tops with the opener and let them fall to the floor. They clinked their bottles together and each took a big swig of their beer right where they stood.

Brie held the bottle up in front of her and inspected the label.

“I take it you approve?”

Brie nodded her head and took another, smaller draft.

“I’m really liking these local brews tonight.”

She motioned toward the chair that was pulled up to the TV with her free hand.

“After you.”

The smile never leaving her face, Jessie crossed in front of her and sat down in the green chair. It creaked softly as it took her weight, and again when Brie sat on her lap.

Brie sighed happily and made a show of settling in on her lap; wiggling her bottom back and forth and hiking her short dress up in the process. Combined with the unladylike distance between her thighs, anyone sitting in front of her would have a pretty good view of her hairless sex.

The DVD menu played some clips from the movie on a loop as she groped around the chair, looking for the remote. After a brief search of the sides of the cushion turned up nothing, her head swiveled around until she spotted it on the end table behind them.

Noticing this, Brie offered, “let me get that for you.”

Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and reached out to push the play button on the machine, giving her a brief look at her bare butt in the process. The smile gracing her lips as she looked back at her told her that this was entirely intentional.

She leaned back as the movie started, bending to one side so she would rest on her left shoulder.

“How daring,” she whispered into the blonde’s ear.

“I’m not going to lie,” she replied in a normal voice. “I was hoping to get laid tonight. Even if it’d just been a quickie in the bathroom of a bar.”

Without waiting for a response, she put her hand over the top of hers, interlaced their fingers, and guided it over the smooth skin of her toned thigh, to the hem of her blue dress, and beyond. She spread her thighs a bit more as their hands glided between them. A soft moan escaped her lips as they made contact with her folds.

She smiled and chewed a bit on her lower lip as her fingers moved in small circles over the other woman’s wetness. Brie let her hand rest on top of hers, letting her do her thing without guiding her anymore. She sighed happily before tilting her head back over her shoulder and taking a long draught of her beer, emptying half of it before turning her attention back to the movie.

Of course, neither of them was fully paying attention to the movie as it played out. Its plot, such as it was, was somewhat similar to its namesake in that it involved a divorce and child custody battle with a scummy husband, the main difference being that the main character was never anything other than a stripper. The two of them watched, drank their beer, and fingered Brie’s pussy, at least as well as they could manage with only one hand while being distracted by the movie’s strip routines and sex scenes. Brie was fairly subdued, her heavy breathing only being occasionally punctuated by a soft moan. Most of her attention actually seemed to be on the movie – her eyes never left the TV screen.

Only about half-way through the movie, both of them had managed to drain their beer bottles. Noting that this was the case, she held her bottle up in front of Brie.

“We both seem to be out.”

Brie let her head fall back on her shoulder.

“Good stuff!” she said with a toothy smile.

“Think you could go for another?”

Brie seemed to give it a little thought before answering, “suuuurrrreeee….”

“Well,” she told her, removing her hand from between her legs. “You know where they are.”

The two of them briefly admired the sticky fluid coating her fingers, forming inverted arches between her fingers as she spread them apart.

Brie chuckled drunkenly and stuck her own fingers into her mouth, sucking on them to clean them off. She gave her a peck on the cheek, just before Brie took the empty bottle from her hand and pitched herself forward. Jessie held her hips and steadied her as she stood.

The slender woman was a real trooper, managing to regain her sense of balance pretty quickly even on those ridiculous heels. She set the empties on top of the TV and took wobbly steps as she made her way to the fridge in the other room.

She stuck her juice-covered fingers into her mouth, closed her eyes and moaned softly as she sucked on them, savoring Brie’s taste. Withdrawing them from her lips, she held her fingers in front of her face and looked at them again.

“Results are in on that taste test,” she whispered to herself, letting her free hand find its way to the front of her jeans.

Just then another strip scene started on the movie, and the sound of Eurythmics “Sweet Dreams” began to come from the speaker. Her eyes widened and she grinned. She stood up just as Brie was clumsily making her way back into the room. Seeing her, she started to dance to the music. Hands on her head, she undulated her body, using the movement to step on the heels of her boots. As the song broke into its first refrain, she put her hands on her hips began to sway them slowly Emphasized by the beat, she kicked each of the boots off in turn, sending them flying into the wall next to the other chair.

Brie grinned and moved to the music herself as she watched the curly-haired brunette go back to her undulations and pull her t-shirt over her head. This was sent in the same general direction of the boots, but didn’t quite make it, landing in a heap on the floor only a few feet away from her instead. The white lace bra she had on contrasted that much more against the tanned skin of her trim figure. Brie cheered at the show and took a drink from the green bottle in her right hand.

With the second refrain, she made snappy movements to the beat, teasing by opening her fly only to hold the loose flaps closed again. Jessie didn’t tease for too long, though, finishing by bending over, facing away from her audience as she peeled those pants down her legs as she swayed her ass to the beat. She could see a bit of disappointment in the other woman’s face, apparently expecting something a bit more risqué than the lacey white briefs she had on. She let her lips curl into a smile as she stepped out of her pants and turned to face her.

The music (and strip scene) was still playing, but she gave up any pretense of continuing her own little show, finishing things off by pulling her socks off.

“Hope you enjoyed the show,” Jessie told her. “Not something I do very often.”

Brie cheered one more time and worked the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, letting the blue cloth drop to the floor and puddle about her feet. She stood with her arms extended outward and her feet at shoulder width, now wearing only a lacey blue bra, pink pumps, earrings, and a jeweled stud in her belly button.

“I trust this shows how I feel?” she grinned.

Jessie admired the blonde’s body for a few moments, just drinking her in again. Definitely an indoor girl with that pale skin, with a nicely toned body that had just the right amount of fat on it to form smooth lines rather than sharp definition. A tattoo with some writing on it peeked out from the bottom of the blue bra, but there wasn’t enough of it visible to read it. She focused briefly on her sex, noting the tiny inner lips glistening as they peeked out from her plump labia, before looking into those striking blue eyes.

Her lips curled into a smile, but she didn’t say anything, simply reached out and took the bottle from Brie’s left hand. She tilted her head back and took a long draught, gulping down a quarter of the bottle. She wiped her mouth with her forearm and looked steadily into Brie’s eyes as she hooked her left thumb behind the elastic band of her lacey panties and pulled it over the round curve of her hip. The elastic resisted at first, then pulled off the other side of her hips, coming free all at once. She let them drop to the floor and kicked them toward the window into the next room. They flew in front of the TV stand and barely missed Brie’s legs before they slapped against the wooden wall and fell in a heap under the window. Brie didn’t even flinch, focused entirely on the neatly trimmed landing strip between her legs, and what was just beneath it. The blonde’s hot pink lips parted ever so slightly as she slid her feet to a shoulder-width apart, giving her a slightly better look at the flushed, plump lips that framed the slit running between them. As wet as she was, her clit hood was just barely peeking out.

She watched Brie’s eyes follow her toned legs down to her feet. She widened her smile and reached her free hand behind her back.

“Can’t let you show me up like that,” she told the blonde as her fingers found the clasp.

With a strong movement of her fingers, she managed to unsnap her bra, and the cups came loose from her modest breasts. She wriggled her shoulders, shaking the straps from them and letting the white bra fall away. Brie’s eyes snapped to her chest as her small breasts were exposed. They were a little bit smaller than Brie’s, but pert. Dark pink nipples stood out from the puffy areolae that surrounded them.

Brie’s dark eyebrows arched upwards as her eyes soaked everything in, barely even flinching as the bra flew past her and landed on the windowsill. To her credit, she didn’t gawk for all that long before trying to reciprocate, reaching behind herself with her free hand in an attempt to copy what the brunette had just done. Of course, she was drunk, so she swayed somewhat dangerously on her heels as she struggled. Some of her impatience showing, Jessie quickly closed the distance between them, pressed her body against hers, and reached behind the blonde with both hands to help her out as best she could with a mostly full bottle. Brie gave up the struggle and simple embraced the slightly taller woman, sucking on one of her ear lobes and running her free hand down the smooth skin of her back to her ass.

The blonde laughed as her hand gave her a squeeze, kneading the round, firm cheek she’d found until the clasp finally came loose. She stood back and didn’t even wait before grabbing a hold of the blue bra right between the cups and just pulling it off of Brie, tossing it carelessly behind her onto the arm of the chair as she inspected her prize. They were modest but round and pert, with light pink nipples and areolae that only seemed to be a little bit darker than the skin surrounding them. The tattoo was finally revealed as well, spelling out “Just Breathe” as it followed the curvature of the underside of her left breast.

The left side of her lips curled upward as she read the tattoo and looked up at Brie’s grinning face.

“Someone’s a little full of themselves…”

Brie stretched her arms out and flicked her fingers down toward her body.

“Can you really blame me?”

Without waiting for a response, she started flexing her abs and obliques, causing them to stand out just a little beneath her skin.

She licked her lips as she watched the display, and Brie ate it up. The blonde used her free hand to cup her left breast, using the tips of her fingers and thumb to trace the curvature of it.

“They might not be that big,” she said, pinching and pulling on her nipple. “But they still look pretty nice; wouldn’t you agree?”

She nodded and let her own free hand absently drift down her belly toward the strip of hair between her legs.

“And what I lack up front,” Brie continued, letting go of her nipple and brushing her fingers along her waist down to the outward flare of her hip. “I make up for in the back.”

Breaking eye contact, she turned to face the door of the pantry and bent over, exposing her shapely ass to the brunette. The blonde’s moistened sex peeked out at her, and she had to resist the urge to just drop down to her knees and face plant right into it. Instead, she took a step toward her and gave her a light smack on her left cheek, drawing a squeal from Brie as she bolted upright and twisted around to face her.

“I couldn’t agree more,” she said. “Not to mention that you’ve taken really good care of your body.”

She nodded toward her midsection and Brie turned to fully face her, sticking her tongue out and laughing as she flexed her abs again.

She inclined her head toward the TV and the movie still playing on it.

“Want to finish watching, or you want to play?”

Brie shrugged her shoulders and replied, “why not both?”

The two women smiled at each other and resumed the same position they’d been in before their impromptu mutual strip show – Brie on her lap as they sat in the chair, drinking beer and fingering the blonde’s wet pussy. It became something of a game as they watched the movie, as she managed to stop Brie from getting herself off multiple times. Brie was getting more and more tense with each interrupted climax. It was kind of cute watching her chew on her lower lip, her breath hitching, her body beginning to glisten with sweat.

“Not yet,” she’d whisper into her ear each time. “Trust me, it’ll be so good when you finally cum. Just wait a bit longer…”

Their beer bottles were already empty by the time the movie was winding down, but neither of them really had anywhere convenient to set them down. It really wasn’t a very long movie, but Brie was fully inebriated and no longer holding back any of her frustration.

“I’m about ready to use this bottle just to make sure I get past third base!”

The blonde gave an exasperated sigh, and the two of them removed their fingers from her twat.

“Have you ever done any rope play?” she asked, seeming to ignore her mood.

This made her tense up a little bit.

“That’s not really something I normally do on the first date,” she told her. “But yeah, I’ve done my fair share. You could even say I was pretty into it.”

“Me, too. Think you could go for some now?”

Brie looked thoughtfully up at the exposed ceiling beams as she said, “I don’t know…”

“I can give you one of the most cunt-shattering orgasms of your life if you can just play along a little further.”

Those hot pink lips smiled as she said, “I like the sound of that…”

She supported Brie as she leaned forward and put her empty bottle on the stand next to the TV, and then the two of them very clumsily got to their feet. Brie almost immediately slumped and Jessie had to keep her from falling, almost losing her own balance in the process. Brie, of course, laughed at her own drunkenness, and continued to laugh even as Jessie maneuvered the two of them around and practically let her drop into the seat again.

“Just wait right there and finish watching the movie while I go get the stuff.”

“Okay…” she quietly replied, her attention already mostly on the movie.

She set her bottle right next to Brie’s on the TV stand and started toward the hallway. The alcohol was definitely making itself known, but she managed to mostly keep a straight line as she left the room and made her way out into the hall.

The stairs creaked as she stepped heavily on them, making plenty of noise on her way upstairs. There was another hallway at the top of them, and she was just drunk enough that she instinctively turned to the left to head toward the open door of her bedroom. It only took her a couple of steps before she snorted at herself and turned back the other way.

A very lucky few actually made it into the room at the opposite end of the hall from her bedroom. She was just cheeky enough to call it her “play room.” With a flip of the switch, the room was brightly illuminated. She smiled faintly at the sight that greeted her, the X-shaped cross that was opposite the door being the most prominent. There was an assortment of other “toys” off to the right, along with a saddle that had a pistoning phallus mounted in it. It was almost a shame Brie would never make it up here, but she’d already played with her food enough.

What she was after was to the left, hanging neatly on a row of hooks. She scooped up two of the shorter coils of rope and one of those big old school plug-in vibrators (aka “massage wand”) that had the big rubber knob on the end of it.

She hummed “Sweet Dreams” to herself as she left the room, flipping the light off again as an afterthought and closing the door behind her.

The movie was just finishing up as she stepped back into living room, her hands and their contents held behind her back. Brie was leaning far back into the chair, her ass half-hanging off the front of it. She was attacking her twat with both hands, her hips squirming in the chair as she moaned quietly. Her head snapped to face her as she got close, her fingers only pausing briefly.

The brunette inclined her head toward the TV, the movie credits now scrolling up the screen.

“So, how’d you like it?”

Brie chewed on her lower lip and gave her another moan before answering.

“Very… stimulating…”

She smiled and told her, “I think I’ve found something else that’s pretty stimulating.”

She took her right hand from behind her back and held up the massage wand, it’s neatly coiled cord hanging from the tail end of it. The blonde’s eyes widened as she saw it and she laughed.

“I haven’t seen one of those in forever!”

She let herself smile.

“A classic that keeps on giving.”

She revealed the rope in her left hand.

“Come,” she commanded, “come to me.”

Brie giggled at the double entendre and firmly clamped her hands on the armrests. She watched her struggle, first to raise her torso up, and then to her feet. She was still wearing those pink pumps of hers, and it was definitely having an effect on her ability to stand and walk. The blonde giggled at her own difficulty taking each slow, tentative step, almost falling at one point, but managing to recover. It took some time, but her drunken date managed to make it, standing naked in front of her with a stupid grin on her face.

Her own smile was very genuine, as things were going swimmingly. Letting the coils of rope dangle from her fingers and thumb, she stuck her index finger out and motioned for Brie to turn around. Still giggling, she complied, her heels shuffling over the polished hardwood floor as she sluggishly turned to face toward the window.

She chucked the wand into the seat of the other chair and let the smaller of the two ropes fall to the floor. Quickly uncoiling the longer of the two ropes, she looped it around Brie’s upper torso. The first few went under her arms and crossed over each other between the blonde’s breasts, but subsequent loops included her upper arms. Using a few lashing techniques she picked up from her scouting days, she sinched up what little slack there was between her upper arms and torso. As the rope tightened around her, squeezing her breasts and pulling into her skin, Brie let out a gasp of surprise and pain.

“Damn, girl!” she called out over her shoulder, “you act like you’re worried I’ll get away from you or something! Trust me, I don’t want to get away.”

Brie gave her a nervous laugh, but all she could do was give her a goofy grin in response.

She stooped over and scooped up the other coil of rope from the floor, undoing it even as she straightened her back again. She looped the rope a couple of times around the other woman’s waist, just above her hips, using the majority of it to tie her wrists together. She finished this off by sinching the rope connecting to the bands around her waist, along with the waist bands themselves. Brie’s breath hitched again from the pain this undoubtedly caused her, but at this point there wasn’t much she could do about it.

Time for some fun…

Jessie dropped to her right knee and firmly gripped both sides of Brie’s ass, pulling the round cheeks open to expose her glistening sex. She gave the left cheek a teasing bite, and then kisses, working her way toward her final goal with each one. Brie was already breathing harder in anticipation or excitement. She let out a quiet moan as Jessie gave her one last kiss, right on the lips. When she started in with her tongue, the blonde stayed relatively quiet, letting out quick little breaths that made it sound like she was saying “ha!” each time.

She could sense her getting close, and she couldn’t help but smirk as she heard the disappointed groan coming from Brie when she pulled herself away from the other woman’s snatch. She licked her lips, getting one last taste as she turned her attention downward.

“Hunh! Hunh! Awww…” the blonde grunted, her ribs heaving. “I was so close! You tease!”

Even as Brie groaned in disappointment, Jessie took a firm hold of the rope around the other woman’s waist with her right hand and reached down with her left hand to grab a hold of Brie’s ankle. She pulled back and up on it gently, trying to avoid sending her toppling. To her credit, Brie didn’t take very long to figure out what she wanted, obediently lifting each foot toward her in turn so she could grab those obnoxious pink heels off and chuck them absentmindedly away. She registered one of them landing on the chair they’d watched the movie in while the other landed next to her panties on the floor, her eyes simply drawn by the pink color even as she rose to her feet.

Keeping a firm hand on Brie, she led her toward the chair that was back against the wall just long enough to collect the massage wand. With that in hand, she gently pushed her toward the “pantry,” doing her best to keep the drunken woman steady.

Brie tried to look back over her shoulder at her and said, “I hope all this leading around is, uh, leading to something good.”

“Wouldn’t want to make a mess on my nice floor, would you?” Jessie teased.

Brie chewed her lower lip briefly before letting out a loud, abrupt laugh.

“I like the sound of that!”

She leaned over the blonde and quietly told her, “I’ll have you gushing in minutes…”

Brie’s bare feet were soon stepping on to the rough tile floor, the white skin and neatly manicured black nails contrasting against the cream color of the old tiles that Jessie could never seem to get back to their original color. She led her down the middle of the rectangular room, booze fridge in the corner by the door to the kitchen, mostly empty shelves lining the other three walls. The only things there were a block of knives that was sitting on the lower shelf that was under the window with some folded up paper towel next to it. Something she hoped Brie would be too drunk to notice or care about.

After taking her a few steps past the drain in the middle of the floor, she turned her around to face toward the kitchen.

“On your knees, bitch,” she commanded.

Brie obediently obeyed, with Jessie helping keep her upright as she awkwardly dropped slowly to her knees.

The blonde watched as best she could as Jessie unraveled the cord of the massage wand and plugged it into the wall between the bottom of the window and the top of the shelves. Jessie eyed the knives as she plugged the end of the cord in much more firmly than she had to. Flicking the power switch, the wand came to life, its grey bulbous end giving off a deep hum. Brie grinned as Jessie held it out to her.

“Now,” she told her. “Bend over, you little slut.”

There was more drunken laughter as Brie did her best to comply, spreading her legs and leaning forward. For a short time, she actually managed to keep herself more or less balanced, with her torso mostly parallel to the floor. But that ended pretty quickly, with Jessie having to grab the rope at the small of her back before she got a face full of tile. Instead, she set the giggling blonde down as gently as she could, her chin and chest resting on the cool floor.

Letting her go and letting herself rest on her haunches, she couldn’t help but smile at the display, Brie’s heart-shaped ass facing her with her plump sex seeming to beg for attention.

“Yeah,” she called out to her. “Put that nice ass up in the air.”

Brie’s giggling came to an abrupt end as Jessie applied the vibrating rubber against her already dripping twat. She sharply sucked in a breath and held it, her face quickly turning red. She let it out as a long, continuous moan, which seemed to oscillate with the vibration of the wand Jessie was forcing into her cunt.

She finally took in another breath and cried out vociferously, with something that sounded like a scream and a moan at the same time. Those blue eyes widened as Jessie continued the assault on her pussy, the grey rubber growing wetter by the second.

Jessie let out a laugh.

“I’m glad you like my toy,” she called out, even as Brie’s cries took on an oscillating quality again. “It’s not something I share with just anyone.”

It was pretty obvious that Brie was far too distracted at this point to have heard her, or to even care about anything aside from the relentless vibration going on between her legs. She rolled her hips around, not to get away, but to spread the sensation around.

A real keeper. Alas, that old saying about having a cake and eating it rang true.

With her “date” well and truly focused on her upcoming orgasm, Jessie took the opportunity to switch the wand over to her left hand and reach over with her right one toward the knives. Quickly snatching out the six-inch blade out to the block, she poised herself, blade up and off to the side, waiting until the quivering mass in front of her was past the point of no return.

Brie’s breath hitched and she gave another oscillating scream as her eyes rolled back into her head and her hips began to jerk. Dropping the massage wand, Jessie’s left hand was gripping the spikey blonde hair almost before the plastic was clattering on the floor. Clear juices were squirting on the floor, covering the wand even as she lifted Brie up from the floor. Jessie felt a spurt hit her left thigh, the warmth spreading over it and dripping down to her knee even as she brought the knife up to the front of Brie’s neck. There was a change in the scream she was letting out as the pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing, which came to an abrupt end when Jessie drew the knife across her throat.

Jessie savored the look of horror that came across Brie’s face, her mouth open and blue eyes snapping forward again as the color drained out of her skin. There was a loud gurgling noise as she pulled the knife deeper into her neck, and Brie bucked wildly beneath her, probably making a futile attempt to get up.

Silly girl didn’t even realize she was dead yet.

She used her body weight to hold Brie down, the wand buzzing on the wet floor between their legs as she twitched and spasmed underneath her. The cut finished, Jessie held the blood-soaked knife up and away from them. Her other hand still firmly gripping Brie’s hair, she pulled back even further, opening up the cut wide. The blonde managed to hold on to life a little longer, her mouth working as she desperately tried to breathe even as the blood gushed out of her neck and covered the floor around the drain.

Her chest heaved one last time and her eyes fixed on a point straight ahead as her jaw slackened and most of her muscles relaxed. Jessie rested for a moment, her weight forcing what air remained in Brie’s lungs to gurgle out through her severed windpipe.

Rocking back, Jessie noted that Brie’s hips were still twitching, juices still flowing out of her cunt. She rolled her head back and laughed up at the exposed beams.

She was still laughing as she got to her feet and surveyed her own body. Surprisingly, the only body fluid that managed to get on her was a nice coating of Brie’s cum on her leg.

She looked down at the blonde woman’s body as it finally stopped moving with one final jerk. She let out a sigh as she stopped laughing.

“Well,” she said quietly aloud. “Can’t say I don’t send them off with a bang.”

She set the knife on the folded paper towel and pulled the wand’s cord out of the wall, looping it over her hands a few times and letting the wand dangle as she carefully walked around the pale white body and pool of blood on the floor. She’d have to give it a good thorough cleaning later on, but for now, there was work to be done.

It was probably ironic, she reflected, that she couldn’t stand the feeling of blood on her skin, and hated having to dress the meat. Ever since she’d first had to help butcher pigs and cattle as a kid, it was just something she found she had to suck up to get what she wanted – meat.

The Long Night Ahead

Entering the kitchen, she turned on the overhead lights, bathing the room in a harsh white light. She flinched at it momentarily, her eyes adjusting from the warm light of the other room to this far more clinical color.

The kitchen was a much more inviting room than the others, with a lot more effort put into its finished appearance. The tiles were better kept in here, covering the floor but only part of the walls above the countertops. The rest of the walls were covered with a nice, white-painted drywall. The floor, ceiling, and cabinetry were all a dark-stained wood to go with the rest of the house. There was plenty of counter space, an extra-large island, an extra-large gas oven that doubled as a rotisserie, and a perfectly normal gas stove-top under a black steel hood.

She walked along the main counter that was along the outside wall, her bare feet stepping onto the simple textured rug that lay in front of the large stainless steel double sink. She carefully set the business end of the wand into the right sink, letting its cord rest on the counter next to it. She spared a look out of the only window in the room, not that she expected to see anything, but out of habit. Between the darkness outside and the bright lighting inside, she only saw her own reflection and gave herself a satisfied smile. Grabbing a dish rag out of the top drawer next to the sink, she wet it and used it to clean off the coating Brie managed to give her leg.

If only she could figure out a way collect it instead of having it go to waste like this. But she only had so many hands, after all, and her intended meals might get a little suspicious if she broke out a bowl to stick between their legs. Not to mention the possibility of some other fluids resulting from cutting their throat making their way in there.

Giving the rag another rinse, she wiped down the massage wand before the fluids covering it had a chance to get tacky and nasty.

Finished, she turned away from the window, and faced the inner wall with another ordinary-looking freezer/refrigerator on the right, the door leading out to the hallway in the middle, and the walk-in freezer that dominated the room on the left. Along the wall to the left of that was a spotless stainless steel counter. Well, spotless except for the thousands of cuts in it.

Hanging on a row of hooks on the front of the massive metal freezer was a black rubberized apron, and a number of coiled ropes. She grabbed the apron and put it on, enjoying how it felt to wear it nude, and felt a familiar tingling begin within her. She put on the rubber galoshes that were on the floor under the apron, grabbed one of the thicker ropes and threw it over her right shoulder, and then turned her attention to the assortment of tools and other items on the lower shelf of the stainless counter. Everything was laid out neatly in anticipation of this night – knives, cleavers, a hack saw, a pail with another wash rag, a larger bucket, some rubber bands, and some black rubber gloves.

She grabbed the rubber bands, bucket, gloves, and saw, and then headed back into the pantry and the meat that was waiting for her there.

Those beautiful blue eyes were still staring straight ahead, obscured slightly by stiff strands of blonde hair that had come loose during her death throws. Her features were relaxed, at peace, no trace of the shock and/or horror she must have felt during her final moments. Her head was still resting on its chin and the partial stump Jessie had created by opening her neck clear back to Brie’s spine. There was still a thin layer of blood around her, but the majority of it had run down the large drain that was between her small breasts.

Setting the bands, bucket, and gloves on the top shelf next to the fridge, she let out a resigned sigh and unshouldered the rope. She slowly walked around the pale form on the floor, surveying it. Her enticing ass was still up in the air, her bent legs splayed to either side, her glistening sex curving down beneath her. She licked her lips, knowing that soon enough that prime cut would be sitting cooked, golden brown on a plate for her. In the meantime, there was a lot of dirty work to do, something most normal people who bought their meat in a store probably didn’t even think about. Not that you could buy this particular kind of meat in a store…

The first thing to do was to hang the meat and let it drain as it was dressed. As late as it was, and as much as she’d like to crawl into her soft bed and sleep off the booze she’d had tonight, this had to be done while the kill was still fresh.

Bending down next to Brie’s body, she put down the saw next to the block of knives and picked up the blood-covered butcher knife from where she’d left it. Holding on to Brie’s hair again, she made a deep cut the rest of the way around her neck, down to the bone. Setting the knife aside again, she picked up the saw and slipped its blade into the cut she’d just made until she felt resistance. With a firm grip and a couple of minutes, she separated Brie’s head from the rest of her body.

Still holding it by the hair, Jessie turned it to face her as she slowly stood, looking into Brie’s lovely face, her jaw now slack and her mouth hanging slightly open. She brushed the smooth skin of the other woman’s cheek with the back of her other hand, still gripping the saw. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she gently set it down on the top shelf across from window. Unfortunately it almost immediately toppled over, lying on its left side with its lower jaw skewing to that side thanks to gravity. Her chest heaved with another sigh as she looked at it longingly.

No point in fighting it; she never seemed to be able to get them to stay upright. Just as well since the blood that was still in her head was draining out more cleanly anyway.

Using her scouting skills again, she looped one end of the rope around Brie’s right ankle, making it into a hitch that might have been used to haul a log up a steep slope. She laughed as she thought what her scoutmasters might think of this particular use of the knots and hitches they’d taught her, and threw the loose end of the knot over the heavy beam that ran right over the drain, right over the spot that had been worn smooth from doing this so many times before.

She took all the slack out of the rope, got a firm grip on it, and braced herself. After taking a deep breath, she pulled, letting the air in her lungs blow out through her mouth. Brie’s right leg was pulled up and back and her body settled onto its side. Another deep breath and another heave, and her lower torso was up in the air, with her back bent back at an unnatural angle, her breasts and ribs still firmly on the ground, and her left leg trailing down to the floor. After a few more pulls her body finally left the floor, the stump hovering just over the blood-slickened floor. She gave it another pull before looping the rope over the beam and tying it off.

Not for the first time, she thought about getting a block and tackle to make this a little easier, but it would be just her luck to have one of her intended meals start asking questions, and possibly make it a lot harder to take them down. Still, she might feel differently in a few years.

Brie’s body was hanging a little over a foot and a half off the tiled floor now, the blood dripping steadily from the stump as it swung lazily back and forth. Her arms were tied neatly behind her back, her fingers curled slightly with their black-nailed tips resting against the small of her back. Her left leg drooped toward the floor, while her right leg led up to the low ceiling. Her foot was resting on the taught rope, making her toes point straight up in the air. She almost looked like a ballerina caught in mid-air as she put on some kind of a crazy S&M show.

Now she was just meat, waiting to be butchered. Jessie noted that with where she’d put Brie’s head and her eyes still staring straight ahead, it looked like she was checking out her own body. It wasn’t as pretty to look at with blood coating her breasts and belly, but it still gave her a perverse pleasure to think that in a way, the blonde would be watching her own body get butchered.

Her lips curled upwards at this thought and she turned to grab the gloves off the shelf. She put them on and grabbed the bucket, placing it under and just in front of the body. Next came the most unpleasant part of this, as she grabbed the paring knife from the block, squatted down, and carefully stabbed its tip into the pale skin, just on the other side of the rope at her hips. Pulling it downwards with a steady hand, she opened up Brie’s firm belly, following the shallow ab crack and “unzipping” her down to the rope at her breasts.

Some of the entrails were already starting to slide out through the opening as she set the knife down. She grimaced as she reached her glove-clad hands into the cut and started pulling the guts out.

“Guh!” she called out in disgust, watching the pinkish worm slide through her hands and down into the bucket.

She let them drop into the bucket and reached in for more, her face distorted by the revulsion she felt. She finished this process as quickly as possible, reaching in and making sure all the parts that could spoil the meat were out of there.

Retrieving the rubber bands and the paring knife, she reached in again and pinched off the end of the intestine leading into the stomach and cut it free, holding the end shut until she could get a couple of rubber bands on it. Digging around and finding the other end, she tied the last of her rubber bands as far toward its end as she could. This left her with one final unpleasant task as she stood up again.

Using the rope, she rotated the body around, letting the drooping leg pass by her and then using her own body to hold Brie in place. She slid the index finger and thumb of her left hand up Brie’s ass crack and spread them apart on either side of her anus as wide as she could, flattening the flesh out as well as she could. She couldn’t help but grimace again as she slowly stuck the knife in and started cutting around the sphincter, moving her other hand to avoid cutting herself. This done, all she had to do was give the entrails a tug to free them, letting them flop into the bucket with a disgusting wet sound.

She had to force the gorge down as she grabbed the bucket and took it into the kitchen. Setting it on the counter next to the sink, she immediately turned on the hot water, soaped up the gloves, and frantically washed them off, scrubbing all the way up to her elbows.

She turned the water off and stood, catching her breath for a while, looking at her own reflection in the window. It was funny that with all the things she’s done, to more pigs, cattle, and women than she could readily recall, that this aspect of butchery made her feel this way, but nothing else about it did.

Grabbing the bucket with some flourish, she took the offal to the walk-in freezer. Inside, the front part of it actually maintained a warmer temperature, more along the lines of a refrigerator, with a thick strips of semi-clear vinyl hanging down to separate the two sections from each other. She set the bucket down on the shelf that was just inside the door and took a moment to eye the last piece of meat hanging on the other side of the curtain.

The arm hanging there on a hook that was impaled through its hand was all that was left of her last “date,” Sam, who’d been a busty brunette with long hair and a classic hourglass figure.

“Ha!”

She laughed mentally at the notion of the women she ate as being dates, even as she shivered and turned to leave the freezer. Really, though, that’s kind of what they were – dinner and a date.

She grinned as the door slammed shut behind her. At least from this point on it would be easier for her.

A short while later, Jessie was scrubbing the blood off of Brie’s body with warm, soapy water, giving it a good cleaning. She had to cut the rope around her breasts and upper torso off, but all that was needed at this point was the rope securing her wrists to her waist anyway.

It took a while, but she got Brie’s soft, smooth skin clean, making her look beautiful again. The warm glow of the incandescent light almost made her look roasted already, making Jessie’s mouth water.

It was somewhat tempting to try a spit-roast so she could keep Brie whole while she cooked her. As big as her oven/rotisserie was, it wasn’t big enough to accommodate Brie, petite as she was, at least not with her arms and legs. But as a consolation, having to part her meals out meant that she could prepare them in different ways, and stretch them out a bit more.

Brie was definitely going on the rotisserie, though. It was just a matter of making her fit.

Picking up the hacksaw from where she’d left it, she took a hold of Brie’s drooping left leg by the ankle and raised it up. She took a moment to admire her cute feet, with their manicured, black-polished nails. She nuzzled the smooth skin of her calf with the side of her face as she pulled the leg up, finishing the motion with a kiss on the thickest part. With the ankle raised to just above the level of her shoulder, the knee was kept bent and left the thigh at the perfect angle to cut along the hip bone. Placing the saw blade in the transition between Brie’s ass and the back of her upper leg.

The TV momentarily distracted her as she was thinking of how this leg was going to taste grilled up as steaks or oven roasted. The DVD player had gone off after being unattended for so long, and now the news was going on about some famous singer going missing. No matter.

Taking a deep breath, she focused her attention back on the saw blade, which had already made a small cut in the skin beneath it. Pulling the saw toward herself, it made a deep cut, easily ripping right through the skin and into the muscle underneath. It was easy going once she got a rhythm to it, at least until she got to the bone. The saw definitely made much easier work of the bone and cartilage at the joint than a knife would have, so after a few more minutes of sawing, she was home free. Using special care as she cut through the last of the thigh, she shouldered the leg with one smooth, well-practiced movement, squatted down, and let the leg roll onto the shelf next to its owner’s head.

Next, Jessie turned her attention to the arms. She’d left just enough slack between Brie’s wrists and the rope around her waist to allow the elbows to bend now that the rope lashing her upper arms to her torso was gone. She gripped the bicep of the left arm and pulled it off to the side, so she’d have plenty of space to maneuver the saw into place at the armpit. She put her shoulder into the torso to keep it from swaying and started cutting. This went much more quickly than the leg, even with the bone slowing her down, and soon Brie’s left arm was dangling by the wrist, with a little of the left over blood dripping into the drain. A short time later, the other arm was hanging next to it, laying limply along Brie’s back.

She untied each of the wrists in turn, letting the first one she got loose hang over her shoulder until she was finished untying the other one. With the elbows bend over her shoulders, she held Brie’s hands one last time, her own arms crossed over the front of the black rubber apron, and carried them into the kitchen. She returned for the leg, squatting down next to it on the shelf and shouldering it in much the same way she had when she first cut it off.

Sometime later, Jessie stood back and let out a breath of relief, forming a short-lived cloud in front of her face. She shivered in the cold air, taking just a little bit longer to stare at the latest additions to her meat freezer. Three arms hung suspended by chains, hooks penetrating them just below the wrists. One had been there a while, but two were fresh, with a leg to go with them. She’d hooked it between the Achilles tendon and the bone. She reached behind the apron with her left hand to pinch one of her taut nipples, and lightly traced the contours of the leg she’d just hung up with the fingers of her right hand.

If it weren’t for the cold, she might have lingered a bit longer, but her teeth were already chattering and her lips were probably turning blue. It was just as well, though, as only the easiest parts were done now.

Soon. Soon she’d have Brie’s torso turning on a rotisserie in the oven. Soon she’d have that roasted fillet on a plate in front of her. Soon, it would be in her mouth, its juices flowing out as the flesh was ground between her teeth.

She shivered again as she left the freezer, but not from the cold air that was stubbornly clinging to her skin.

Brie’s body almost looked like one big joint of meat hanging there. The last leg was the hardest one to do, and sometimes she wished she could have an assistant to help her out that she wouldn’t be tempted to eat. Since she couldn’t have one, the cart was her next best option. But first, she had to hose down the floor, because she couldn’t stand the thought of the cart rolling around in blood and tracking it everywhere.

Jessie doubted that there were many people who kept a garden hose in one of the kitchen cabinets, but at least it hadn’t been hard to find one that would fit the kitchen faucet. She unrolled the hose, being careful not to let the pistol-grip end hit anything as she laid it on the floor. The hose filled rapidly as she cranked the hot water on, taking all the kinks out of it as she sluggishly walked back into the tiled room.

Hot water was spraying over the floor moments later, Jessie grimacing as she squeezed the trigger and slowly moved the stream of water over the blood-stained floor, pushing the gore toward the drain. It was still fairly fresh, but there were still some coagulation around the edges of the pool that she had to focus the water on. She had to work it back and forth a few times, but after what seemed like hours (and was probably only about twenty minutes or so), she had the bulk of it washed down the drain, including the small rivulet that had drained out of her unfortunate one-night stand’s head. It was resting back more or less where it had been once she’d decided she’d gotten everything she could with the hose and left it coiled up to dry in the kitchen sink.

Rolling the cart into the room from the kitchen, she lined up on Brie’s torso and rolled right into it. There were already some towels hanging over the front edge of its metal top, which would hopefully keep the meat from bruising as she pushed the cart into it. It made contact with the torso at the middle of its back, and was essentially pulled onto it as she pushed the cart toward the far wall.

With the torso on its back on top of the cart and the leg still up in the air, Jessie lined up the saw and started to cut in about the same place she’d cut the other leg. It wouldn’t be quite symmetrical, but it was the best she could do unless she wanted the torso she’d just scrubbed down to drop onto the floor.

Gravity could be a real bitch sometimes.

Instead, the torso only dropped a few inches onto the top of the cart as she finished sawing through the bone. The last little bit of flesh was a little more complicated, as she had to hold up the pelvis so it wouldn’t just tear out on her as she tried to cut it through. Thankfully, that didn’t happen this time, and she managed to make a nice, clean cut.

It was pretty short work to untie Brie’s right leg and it was soon lying next to her torso on the cart. As an afterthought, Jessie grabbed the blonde’s head and set it between her breasts, just before pushing the cart into the kitchen.

The torso and head were left on the cart in the refrigeration section while the leg was hung from a hook next to the other limbs. This meat would last her a long time, especially if she could pace herself the way she had with Sam. She took one last, loving look at Brie’s beautiful body and face and smiled warmly before leaving the walk-in unit, closing the door securely behind her.

With this done, her long night was almost over. She got a fresh bucket of warm, soapy water and set about scrubbing the last of the blood down in the pantry area, and off of the blades of the knives and saw. She had to take a couple of breaks, as she was practically ready to collapse and fall asleep right there on the cool tile.

Tired as she was, this was the kind of thing she preferred to get done while everything was still relatively fresh, because blood was that much harder to clean once it’d had a while to set. Pores in the wood and the tile might soak up some of the blood and it’d be basically impossible to clean, and the metal of the knives and saw might rust.

She didn’t even know what time it was when she was finally done with everything, having not only cleaned but put everything back away. A place for everything and everything in its place.

The TV was still on when she slowly made her way back into the living room fully nude, stepping on or over the discarded garments on the floor. Not that long ago, there would be nothing but snow on the TV at this time of night… Morning. But now there was some kind of news story on. She was just leaning forward and reaching her right hand out to turn the set off when she actually looked at what was on the screen.

She froze, both of her eyebrows shooting up and her mouth opening as surprise filled her features. The face she’s left in the walk-in unit of her kitchen was staring back at her from the TV screen.

“…disappeared three days ago from a club she had just performed at,” the sharply dressed black man on the screen said. “Her manager and handlers say she went to the bathroom as they were packing up to leave, but when they went to check on her, she was gone, and a search of the premises came up empty.”

Her mouth snapped shut but her expression otherwise remained unchanged as she blindly stepped back and groped behind her for the chair. Feeling the armrest with her left hand, she slowly sat down as the story continued, and then winced with pain as something dug into her bare ass. Reaching underneath her and pulling the offending object out, she couldn’t help but grin and laugh lightly at the sight of the hot pink shoe in her hand.

Absently tossing it aside, she turned her attention back to the TV as it clattered on the floor.

The picture inset over the reporter’s shoulder changed to one of a grinning Brie wearing a set of yellow sunglasses and a red dress shirt. The red border with the white text “MISSING” remained unchanged with the picture change, the black-suited man pausing in what he was saying.

One of those loud, stereotypical chimes sounded and a red line appeared at the bottom of the screen with the white lettering “BREAKING NEWS.”

“If you’re just tuning in now, pop music sensation Brie Marne has gone missing from a Minneapolis area night club,” the reporter announced. “She was on a cross-country tour when she apparently just walked away from her own entourage.”

The screen changed and a rather exhausted-looking looking man with a flushed face, short brown hair, and a sequined shirt appeared.

“I know there’s some concern that she might have met with foul play, but this is hardly the first time she’s done this to us,” he lamented. “Once she disappeared for an entire week before turning up again at the next venue, and acted like we were the *bleep*holes for not knowing she was going to be there.”

The African-American man in front of the stereotypical city background appeared again.

“This marks the fifth time Brie has seemingly abandoned a tour and gone off on her own.”

The screen changed again, this time showing a pale, skinny, blonde guy with a three-day growth of stubble and a grungy, sweat-stained cowboy hat over long, stringy, greasy hair. Black sunglasses hid his eyes and a large portion of his face, and fluffy fur from the open coat he was wearing framed his smiling face as music played in the background.

“Yeah, that girl likes to party,” he drawled. “One time we hooked up and went on a three-day party while we boozed it up and got hot and heavy with some broads.”

The screen changes to one of Brie’s concerts, the crowd cheering as she strutted her stuff across the stage, wearing only a plain white wife-beater and panties, pokies and camel toe plainly visible as she sang. Jessie watched and listened for a few seconds before she started to laugh sardonically, her eyes never leaving the screen.

“I think I might have done the music world a favor,” she said to herself, barely above a whisper.

The voice of the reporter sounded over the concert footage.

“Brie Marne is often seen as a controversial figure, for her unorthodox music as well as her exhibitionism both on and off the stage.”

A clip of Brie lifting her shirt to flash the camera out in some parking lot briefly played before returning to concert footage. This time, it showed her sticking her tongue out as she gyrated her ass right in front of the obvious tent in the pants of one of her band members as they performed on stage.

Jessie laughed again as she leaned forward and switched the TV off. She kept laughing as she got up and made her way out of the room and switched the lights off. She didn’t stop laughing until she was climbing up the stairs.

Even as she ascended the stairs, she couldn’t help but wonder at the lottery-winning level of luck she’d had to get a pop music star, of all the women she possibly could’ve gotten, and that the woman had practically gotten herself. The best part was she didn’t think she had much to worry about since they were still looking for her in a city that was a full-working day’s drive away.

How did she even make it out to a little sleepy college town like this and why would she even want to?

Her mind was still blown as she let herself flop onto her bed. She stared at the darkened wood ceiling above her and quickly fell asleep, completely exhausted.

A Feast in the Making

Jessie’s stomach groaned loudly as she stirred in her bed. Still not quite awake, her hands both limply slapped onto her bare belly. Her eyes opened as her stomach growled again, but while her expression was initially miserable, her face quickly brightened and she smiled.

She got up quickly and made her way to the small bathroom attached to her bedroom. She showered and brushed her teeth at the same time, getting done with these basics as quickly as possible.

She headed downstairs as soon as she was finished drying off, not even bothering to get dressed in any way as she wasn’t exactly planning on going out today.

Once she was in the kitchen, she immediately went to the window over the sink and opened it up, letting in a soft breeze and the pleasant sound of birds singing out in her yard. She let herself smile at the sound, and inhaled the clean air. The sun was already on its way to the west, thanks to the late night that hadn’t ended until the early morning, but by the time supper-time came, she’d be feasting on the best meat the world had to offer.

Thanks to all the hard work having been done the night before, there really wasn’t much more she’d have to do unless she wanted to get fancy and make some stuffing to fill Brie’s empty abdominal cavity with.

She leaned over the sink, gazing thoughtfully out the window as she decided just how the she’d prepare her first meal out of the unfortunate pop-star. She was barely conscious of the fact she was slowly licking her lips at the thought of restoring Brie’s sexy midsection to a degree by stuffing it and sewing it shut again, but her stomach groaned and reminded her that she should probably keep things simple today. But she absolutely had to have that pussy of hers on a plate tonight, and a rotisserie roast in her oven was in order.

Decision made, she pushed herself away from the sink and made a bee-line for the oven. The sunlight gleamed off of the stainless steel and glass as she opened the large door of this specialty appliance, which could either be used like a normal oven, or roast a whole hog on a spit (at least, that’s what it was designed to cook). The door folded down along the front of oven, reaching almost down to the floor. This made it a lot easier to reach in to the oven and either mount or unmount the spit.

She took a wide stance and grabbed the stainless steel spit on either end, well clear of the stabilizing rods and close to where the spit mounted in the sides of the oven. She lifted the smooth side of the spit out from where it basically floated, a deep groove in its surface keeping it captured in a shaped piece of metal welded to the side of the oven as it rotated. It was a little awkward because the other end of the spit had two-inch long grooves cut into it that made it resemble a drive-shaft on a car. The gears inside its mount had just enough play in them to let her pull the spit slightly toward her as she pulled it out from the side of the oven.

Once it was free, Jessie shouldered it like a rifle with her left arm, leaving her right one free. Her attention then went to the cabinet just to the right of the oven, which she opened up with her free hand to dig out the sharpened tip for the spit. This she slid over the grooved drive end of the spit as she bumped the cabinet door shut using her hip in one smooth movement. The tip slid home with a satisfying click, and her body shivered with anticipation as she looked at the door of the meat closet.

In moments she was inside it, the cool air making her skin tighten and her nipples harden. The floor was just a little chilly on the soles of her feet, but she thought it was still better than what she’d probably be feeling outside this winter. She gently laid the spit on the cart next to Brie’s gutted torso, and rolled it back out into the kitchen.

With the wheels locked just a few feet away from the preheating oven, she inspected the chilled meat. The skin had taken on a slightly blued tinge, especially around the nipples and labia. A small amount of blood had coagulated on the metal surface of the cart, under each of the stumps, but that was to be expected – she never could seem to bleed meat completely.

Her fingertips gently touched Brie’s pubic mound as she slid them to either side of her slit and spread her open. It was tempting to spit her through here, but she didn’t want to burn these tasty lips. Instead, she slid her fingers lower, inspecting her handiwork from last night. Alas, poor Brie’s rosebud was resting in a bucket with the rest of her inedibles, and in its place was a smoothly cut hole that was barely bigger than the original opening had been.

Jessie slid both meat stabilizers off the smooth, blunt end of the spit and laid them on the cart next to Brie’s hips. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself as put the sharp tip into the pop star’s cored out asshole and lined it up for the first thrust. Pausing to chew on her lower lip a little, she pushed the spit into the emptied out torso. It slid easily inside, stretching the surrounding skin and pulling its edges slightly inward. She kept up a constant pace, humming one of Brie’s older hits to herself as she impaled the singer.

Watching through the opening in the other woman’s belly, she guided the spit into the opening where her stomach had been, right into the esophagus. It was a little more difficult after this point, but soon the blood-covered tip emerged from the end of the neck stump, forcing out a little more blood as it did so. Once Jessie felt the torso was more or less centered on the spit, she slid the tip off and gave it a quick rinse off in the sink, along with her hands.

Once her hands were dry again she slid each of the twin stabilizing rods over the ends of the spit in turn. One of the twin-tined rods went on either side of the torso’s neck, stabbing deeply into the flesh between the collarbones. The other set went into the fleshy buttocks, flanking the main point of impalement. With the thumb screws turned down, Brie was firmly in place and ready for her new gig.

Taking a wide stance and gripping the ends of the spit again, the slender brunette took a deep breath and hefted this load off of the cart. Exhaling roughly, she quickly turned to face the open oven, and once she was up to it, she carefully lined up the spit into its mounts. The muscles in her arms and legs stood out as she struggled to get the dive end into place, almost losing it but managing to recover by bracing her elbows in the drip pan that was resting on the oven rack. With a growl, she managed to lift the end of the spit into the mount again and work it into the drive sprockets. Her breath hissed through her teeth as she let it out, and she slid the other end home almost casually.

She leaned against the lower lip of the oven, catching her breath and relaxing her tensed up muscles. Once she had her breathing under control again, Jessie looked up at her skewered meat and gave it a satisfied smile. It was mostly belly up at the moment, facing slightly away from her.

Going to her normal fridge, she pulled out a four quart ice cream pail that was filled with a special mix of olive oil, sherry, salt, pepper, and a few other ingredients she liked with this particular kind of meat. She retrieved a basting brush from the top drawer next to the fridge, snapped the lid of the pail off, and tossed it onto the counter closest to the oven. She switched on the drive motor for a few seconds, switching it off again as the torso’s back fully faced her. After giving the mixture a stir, she went to work, brushing the basting sauce onto the meat, being sure to give the pale skin an even coating.

Once she’d coated as much as she could reach, she turned the motor on again, bringing the slit belly and pert little breasts toward her. She couldn’t help but be a little entertained at watching the effect gravity had on them, which might not have been as dramatic as on the bigger ones, but was still fun to watch. Once the torso’s front was fully facing her, she cut the motor again and resumed this first basting. She couldn’t help but indulge herself a little as she did so, paying special attention to the fun bits with her brush. She really worked the bristles through the pink folds, getting the baste up under the clit hood, too. She also drew small circles around the breasts, starting at the nipples and areolae and working her way outwards.

As she finished, she couldn’t help but feel a little thrilled at thought that not even twenty-four hours had passed since this meat had drunkenly stumbled into this house. She felt the same way every time she did this, and it never seemed to get old.

Jessie put the brush in the pail and set them on the counter next to the pail’s lid. She closed the door and reached up to turn the knob. There was a hiss as the gas flow started, and she held the knob in the “start” position, generating an electric clicking noise from within the oven. The upper and lower burners lit up at the same time with a “whoosh” as the blue and orange flames licked out from them. She watched the flames grow smaller and turn completely to orange as she adjusted the temperature, only glancing up at the knob itself as she made the final adjustment. The drive motor hummed to life as she switched it on again and set its speed. She stood watching Brie’s torso slowly turn in her oven, watching her breasts as they drooped toward the bottom of the oven.

She couldn’t help but laugh again to herself, as she thought about just whose body that was in her oven. Of all the people she could have taken home last night, she nabbed Brie-fuckin’-Marne! She barely paid any attention to modern pop music, so it was no wonder she didn’t even realize who she had until after she’d already had the girl butchered, but still.

“Ha!” she called out and smiled as she looked through the oven’s glass door. “This will be your best hit yet!”

She had never really been a fan of the mindless ear worms Brie usually put out, so she couldn’t help but feel a bit of schadenfreude over the situation. Brie’s musical talents notwithstanding, her tendency to disappear from tours for days or weeks at a time made Jessie pretty confident that the pop star wouldn’t be getting the last laugh. Even if they found a rental car or a driver who’d given her a ride to that bar she’d found her in, the precautions she normally took on her hunts should keep them from getting any further.

As she watched the light dance across that oiled skin Jessie couldn’t help but wonder if that old show about unsolved mysteries was still running and if this little disappearance might make its way onto that show. She smirked at that self-indulgent thought and forced herself to get to work.

The roast had to be basted every twenty minutes, but Jessie was by no means loafing around during that time. The first thing she did was to go back to the walk-in freezer, and get Brie’s head off the shelf it was resting on. She picked it up, interlacing her fingers under the cold flesh of the blonde’s lower jaw as she held it in front of her, and carried it over to the stainless steel counter, practically on auto-pilot. It was only after she had the head on the counter and turned it around to face her that she treated it any differently from any other piece of meat by tilting it up and looking into those blue eyes one last time.

She sighed as she gave Brie one last, considering look.

“Almost a shame to have to destroy such a beautiful face,” she said quietly to herself.

Jessie gently brushed the fingers of her right hand against Brie’s cheek.

“Almost.”

She absently licked her lips, thinking of all the things she was going to make out of Brie even as she set let the head settle gently back on its side and went to retrieve plastic containers from the cupboard and an old steak knife from the drawer, setting them on the counter to the left of the head. She retrieved the bucket of offal from the night before, and set that on the counter to the right of the head.

The knife cut through the chilled skin and the shallow flesh underneath, as Jessie separated what could be used as meat from the rest. Most of this came from those soft, youthful cheeks, and from around the lips. She scraped what she could from around the jaws, and put everything on the counter in a pile that she chopped up into small pieces. She had to work a bit harder for the tongue, but once she’d cut it out she gave it the same treatment. She separated the pieces into the plastic containers and sealed them up.

This minced meat would probably end up in a stew, with potatoes, carrots, and other veggies, in a stock derived from some of the other connective tissue and bones she’d get from other parts. A real Brie stew.

Jessie grinned at the thought, and managed to suppress a grimace as she picked up what was left of the head by the short blonde hair and put it into the bucket.

She quickly washed up and got ready to baste the roast. The scent of the initial coating filled the room and set Jessie’s mouth watering as she opened the oven’s door. The heat washed over her, caressing her skin, and her nipples hardened as she gave the sauce a stir.

Naturally, there wasn’t much noticeable change in how the torso looked in there after less than a half hour, other than that the skin was starting to dry out. She turned the rotisserie motor off when the front was fully facing her. She smiled again as she eyed the “Just Breathe” tattoo that followed the bottom curve of the left breast, and started reapplying the baste there.

This part never got old for her, and she couldn’t help but pay special attention to the fun bits every time. She didn’t know if this affected the flavor at all, but everything got a good coating, so it probably didn’t make any difference, aside from a bit of fun on her part. Every woman was different, beautiful in her own way, and she savored the way they looked as they cooked, the light from the orange flames dancing over the glistening flesh, highlighting every curve. And Brie had some lovely curves.

She rotated the body 180 degrees and did the back, and then closed the oven back up and started the drive motor again. With the meat safely basted again, it was time to get back to work.

The freshly chopped meat went into walk-in, past the plastic curtain separating the two compartments and the frozen limbs, to the shelf that was along the far back wall. Going from the heat of the oven to the cold of the freezer exhilarated her, and it was more than the change in temperature that made her shiver. But after only a few seconds, she was ready to get back out into normal room temperature.

She spared a glance at the oven as she slammed the walk-in’s door behind her, out of habit as much as to actually reassure herself nothing was burning. .

Turning on lights as she went, she made her way into the living room. She retrieved her boots and sat down in her chair to put them on. She couldn’t help but feel a bit silly wearing nothing but boots, but her feet were just a bit too tender to walk around outside without them on. She stood up and made very quick work of picking things up. Her own clothes were tossed onto the couch for now, but the four beer bottles, two hot pink pumps, and blue B-cup-sized bra were wrapped up in the blue minidress that had been cast off just last night and carried back into the kitchen.

Jessie tossed the bundle indifferently on top of the crop of blonde hair that had been sticking up above the lip of the bucket, and picked it up with a neutral expression. Without even bothering to look at it, she held the handle with her right hand and supported the bottom with her left as she carried it out into the hallway and to the back door.

There was a light breeze outside, but the sun was still warm this time of year, so it was basically the same temperature outside as it had been inside. She looked around at the thick trees lining the yard and smiled to herself as she walked away from the house. You really could walk around as naked as the day you were born out here, and even if the neighbors happened to be driving by, they wouldn’t be any the wiser.

About half-way between the house and the Quonset hut was a rusty 55 gallon drum, surrounded by a small patch of burnt grass. Jessie casually walked up to it and unceremoniously dumped the contents of the bucket into the steel barrel, giving it a few shakes to get as much out as she could. Setting the bucket down, she went out to the Quonset hut and returned with a small bag of coal, a can of lighter fluid, and a matchbook. She opened the bag and dumped it on top of what had been in the bucket, and the pile of ash under that. She threw the empty bag in after it, and squeezed a liberal amount of lighter fluid over the crumpled paper and the black lumps. It took her a few matches, but she soon had a fire blazing in the barrel, destroying the pile of evidence under it.

She stood for a moment, her nose wrinkling at the smell of burning lighter fluid and coal, watching the fire grow. Satisfied with her handiwork, flicked what was left of the matchbook into flames, dipped down to pick up the empty bucket, and went back inside.

A Pleasure to Have You for Dinner

The next few hours seemed to pass much too slowly for Jessie, just as it always did when she was starving and had a girl in the oven or on the grill out back. She basted the meat every twenty minutes of those three hours, her stomach rumbling the entire time. Slowly the pale skin darkened, the oil and fat glistening and dripping off its surface with every turn. Drippings from the shallow pan at the bottom of the oven started supplementing the basting oil.

Once the skin had turned a lovely golden brown, she checked the temperature, stabbing the thermometer between the ribs on the left side. She licked her lips as she watched the number on the digital readout get bigger. Satisfied, she turned the oven off, the flames snuffing out instantly.

The electric motor hummed as the brunette turned the torso to fully face her. Grabbing her trusty carving knife and meat fork, she stabbed into the left side of Brie’s meaty twat with the fork and carefully carved the prime fillet out. Her mouth was watering as she laid it out on her plate. She lifted the plate and bent forward, grinning ear to ear as she thought of how she’d ‘eaten’ this part of poor Brie the night before. She inhaled deeply, savoring the smell the meat gave off.

She ate it right there at the counter, after hurriedly grabbing a regular steak knife and a fork from one of the top drawers. She felt a familiar tingling between her legs as she ate, aroused at the sight, the taste, the smell, and the memory of Brie moaning from her touch, of the way her body shuddered as she came and bled out at the same time. She made each cut with deliberate slowness, and savored each bite for as long as possible.

Brie was every bit as delicious as Jessie had thought she’d be – another exquisite example of femme meat paired with a hunt she would remember for the rest of her life. She could feel her own juices running down the inside of her thigh as she ate, and if she’d had a hand free she’d probably be rubbing one out right now.

She helped herself to a generous slice of Brie’s curvaceous ass to follow up the prime cut. It was tempting to go after those pert little breasts, but she would save those for later. While she had purposely starved herself for the past two days, her stomach could still only hold so much, and after finishing this second, larger cut of meat, she already felt like she’d overindulged.

After cooling off for a while, Jessie lifted the rest of the meat she’d cooked out of the oven and took it to the stainless steel counter to carve up into more manageable cuts. These she wrapped up in white butcher paper and carried into the walk-in, leaving some of it in the refrigerated half and some in the freezer, planning ahead for the meals she’d be having over the next few days, and all the ways she could prepare what was left of Brie Marne.

The End