by Seplicar
She was good. Even the other women at the strip club were awed by her pole dancing skill and physical beauty. Olivia stood 5′ 8” tall with long light brown hair that she kept streaked with blond. She was well tanned and had a 128 lb. muscular body toned by her chosen occupation. No one at the club knew much about her as she kept to herself. She was friendly enough and polite, but it was clear that her interest were different from the others at the club. Some of the women performers at the club were there for the money. Some were there by the circumstance of fate. Olivia was there for reasons that she shared with no one except in her diary for future readers. She had a life plan and her performances at the strip club were a means to that end. At an early age she had seen comical movies and shows with characters in the clutches of cannibals. All very funny to most, but Olivia was struck with a deep secret passion. A deep desire. She wanted that to happen to her. She wanted some strong men to cook her, to eat her, to consume her completely. This fantasy had brought her to countless orgasms and now that her body was in full form and ripeness, she knew that she would never say no to the opportunity when it knocked. In the end she imagined for herself, only her diary would remain to prove she lived and died on her own intensely passionate terms. So this is the drive behind why she pole danced and why she excelled at it. If her passion was to be fulfilled, she needed exposure. If there were any cannibals out there, what better place to find food than a strip club. In this light, she designed her performance to reveal as much as it could about how meaty and desirable she was. In her imaginings the pole was many things. Sometimes it was a spit and her maneuvers looked almost like she was impaling herself. Sometimes it was a shish-kabob and she was the meat on the skewer. Whatever her fantasy of the moment, her dancing was rich, imaginative and provocative. When she was getting it right she could almost feel the psychic energy of the room. All those minds out at the club’s tables imagining all kinds of wickedness with her body. She bathed in the feelings and sometimes even orgasm to their intensity. On those nights she loved to add entries into her diary;
“I came again, tonight. There was a small group of men and women at the side wall booth. I could see that they had ordered a prime rib roast dinner and were watching me as they ate. I climbed the pole and hung upside down grasping the pole with my calves. In my nakedness I stretched long as I could with my hands almost reaching the floor. For a moment I was hanging meat and I imagined the group was eating my rump. I wiggle just a little and it happened again. I came and almost fell. I love this so much. Someday someone out there is really going to eat me.”
Six months of her working year are on the road touring other clubs in the eastern States. Olivia liked the changing environments and she liked traveling light. She didn’t need a lot of possessions, only a steamer trunk that opened on end to form a dresser. She smiled at the notion that you can’t take possessions with you if you’re going to be on the dinner table. Night after night she danced. Sometimes simple clubs, sometimes state-of-the-art clubs. She never felt lonely. Her body language was her voice and the psyche of her audience fulfilled her. She was confidant that her universe was unfolding as it should.
It was in the late spring in New York State that she came to Club-Persia. Olivia liked its upscale but not gaudy motif. The stage was well designed and the lighting did not blind her of her view of the audience. Her first few nights of performances went smoothly and so she wrote in her diary;
“Club-Persia is better than most. Maybe I will make this my home base after the tour. I went to the library to read up on Persian history to maybe get some new ideas for my dancing or fantasies. I did find a story about a Prince who had one of his wives cooked up for his dinner guests. That story has got me so hot. What I would have given that Prince to be that wife. I would have danced my best for the guests. History would have my strange love story in the library. Ummmm, this is sooo kinky”
Olivia went to work the next night as usual. She prepared in the back and watched some of the other girls dance their routines. At 10:15 she was up. As she danced this night, she notices something different in the air. Something that made her soul a little warmer than normal. She scanned the audience as she danced, looking for something or someone that made the place different. Nothing seemed unusual so she just danced well and played with her new Prince fantasy. At the club’s closing in the back dressing room Olivia found a bouquet of three tulips at her station. An attached note read ( Three at your service ). How nice she thought to have some admirers. She knew it would be reckless though to think that anything more fulfilling would come of it.
The next night she felt it again. That warm sense that something was new. When it was her turn to dance she looked more carefully into the audience. Nothing too unusual at first but then she noticed a table in the shadows at the back wall. There, three smartly dressed men sat watching her over drinks and appetizers. As Olivia spun and undulated around the pole she could see and somehow feel the attention the three were giving her. There was something special about these men and she liked it. As she danced, she toyed with the idea that maybe this night, actual cannibals were eyeing her. She contorted and stretched to reveal her form. An extra level of excitement was circling her abdomen. It was as though the stage became an alter and she was there to be its sacrifice. In the final movement of her dance she straddled the pole and slowly slid down to the floor. In the heat of the moment and the sensation of the pole between her legs, she let out a guttural orgasmic scream. The audience broke out into applause which startled Olivia back to reality. She noticed the three men in the back lifted their glasses in salute. It was a good evening and when Olivia was changing at her dressing station she found another bouquet of three tulips. This time the note said ( Excellent performance tonight. You looked delicious. Signed- The Three.) Olivia smiled and wondered. Interesting choice of words, she thought. From what she could see from the stage, they were very hansom and strong men. That night in her diary she wrote;
“Had some interesting admirers over the last two night. If they are the ones I spotted, they are nice looking. It would be hard for me to say no to them if they approached me. The way they looked at me made me feel so eatable. It would be so cool if they were the ones.”
She was a little sad the next night when she went to the club as this was her last night here. Tomorrow she travels to New Jersey for her next gig. She didn’t like New Jersey that much. Nevertheless it was time to perform which always improved her mood. As always her dancing displayed her beauty, coordination, and strength. Also, as in the nights before, that warm feeling was in the air. Olivia looked into the audience and found her three admirers at their usual table. On the table was a bouquet of three tulips. This, and the nod the men gave when her eyes meet theirs, brought a smile to her face. She immersed herself into her dance and her passion. She gave her form generously to the eyes that were upon her. She wanted to scream out to the audience her forbidden desire. To scream “Eat Me”, but reason prevailed. As her dance closed the audience whistled and applauded with an intensity that proved she was this evenings favorite. She returned to her dressing station back stage and again found the three tulip bouquet with a new note. This time it read ( Please allow us to entertain you tomorrow evening with dinner at the steak house down the street. A token of appreciation for your entertainment of us. Signed- The Three.) On the back of the note was ( Reservation under tulips @ 7:00 to 10:00 PM ). Olivia smiled and thought, steak dinner with gentlemen. New Jersey can wait. When she got back to her hotel room she went strait to her diary;
“I’ve got a dinner date. My three admirers have made a move. I must be careful I know because of the riffraff out there. Something inside me tells me to take this chance. Something about the way they looked at me. The steak house they invited me to should be safe enough for a meeting place. What if these guys are the ones I’ve been looking for. Am I ready for that? God, the thought of that makes me shiver. Hope that I can sleep tonight.”
Olivia did eventually fall asleep and in the later hours of her night, she dreamed. She was in a restaurant kitchen, naked on a wooden table top. She dreamed that a chef in white uniform and hat was greasing her with coconut oil. Olivia arched and twisted, not to get away but to aid the chef in getting every spot. When he had greased her enough he slid her onto a cooking sheet on a rolling cart. He rolled her across the kitchen to a beautiful chrome and stainless steel oven. As the low wide door opened, Olivia could feel the radiant heat shining out. She stretched her greased body spread-eagle on the cooking sheet. Smiling at the chef and with her most guttural voice, she said “Coooook Mmeeee”. Just then the smoke alarm sounded. But no, as Olivia stirred awake. She was in bed and it was the wake-up alarm on the night stand. “Shit, I only needed a few more minutes.” Being a little angry at herself for forgetting to turn off the alarm on a day that she could sleep in. She quickly relaxed again, reflecting back on the beautiful dream she was having. Throwing aside the covers, she again spread-eagle, naked on the bed. She whispered “Coooook Mmeeee”. She went to her diary;
“I know that in my head, I have already sealed my fate. It is just a matter of time before someone gets me. I am already in love with my eater. Is it (the three)? How could I be that lucky?”
Olivia spent a few hours doing laundry, cleaning up and straitening up her dresser trunk and then finally dressing up. She was determined to arrive on-time at the restaurant. At 7:00 PM she walked into the restaurant in her finest black halter top dress. Her hair beautifully fluffed and long. The head waiter addressed her and asked as to the number of her party. She told him of the reservation under (tulips). “Yes, of course, this way please.” She followed to the back of the restaurant and there they were. She smiled at her three admirers as they rose and offered her a seat. They returned to their seats after her and proceeded to introduce themselves. The tallest one was Charles – nicely dressed and brown hair. Bengerman – black turtle neck shirt and blond surfer haircut. Shamar – darker skin, perhaps eastern origins but a strong build and black hair. They all knew Olivia’s name of course. She learned over cocktails that the three were psychiatrist at their own clinic. They were all single and traveled together. This being why they were here in New York State. A little more comfortable now, Olivia told them a little about herself and her background. In time they all order steaks with wine and settled in for a nice dinner. Olivia watched the men carefully as the evening wore on. She was beginning to like them. Not just because they were attractive, but the way they got along. There was never a bit of competition between them. They were always courteous and seemed to be well educated both formally and informally. When the steaks arrived they all concentrated on eating for a little while, to quell their hunger. Olivia watched them eat and a few fantasies passed through her head. That could be her passing between their lips. She smiled at the sweetness of that image. More pleasant conversation filled the evening. Olivia could tell that all three wanted her. In her mind she had decided that if they should ask, even if it was just for sex, she would say yes. At least she could pretend that they were going to eat her. After the meal came time for desert. They all decided on Irish Coffee and almond cookies. When they were served, Charles slid a small rectangular box across the table to Olivia. Shamar spoke;
“Please accept this little token of our appreciation. We thought it might make you a little more comfortable with us.”
Olivia smiled and said that this was not necessary. The men assured her that it was nothing gaudy but to at least take a look. She decided to open the box and found a most unusual gift. In a red felt bag was a fine dagger and sheath with belt clip. She knew knives and this was a nice one. Six inch stainless blade with macarta grip and stainless fittings. Not terribly expensive but excellent combat quality.
“With this I could defend myself if you three should get out of hand.” she smiled.
Charles nodded, “Exactly”
Olivia tilted her head and said; “Thank you. I guess I could accept this.”
She clipped the sheath to the strap of her purse and returned the dagger to it.
In the fullness of the evening, the meal came to a close. The men re-dawned their jackets and they all approached the exit. Charles spoke;
“You have been a most delightful dinner guest. Very charming.”
Olivia smiled. “Thank you very much for inviting me. You all are perfect gentlemen.”
It being only 10:05 PM and that she was very much enjoying their company she offered;
“I am scheduled to leave town tomorrow. Tonight is young. Could we say together a little longer?”
The men looked to each other and then nodded approvingly.
Charles forwarded; “Perhaps you would like to see our summer home and have a cream liqueur or something.”
“I’d like that.”
They all proceeded around to the back parking lot and continued to the lots back end. Olivia was expecting to arrive at their car but found that she had been led to a big rig eighteen wheel tractor and trailer. She thought it to be a delivery vehicle for the restaurant but now she knew she was mistaken. She took pause here wondering what she was getting herself into ( both figuratively and literally ). As trucks go it was clean and well kept but with an unusual seating for six in the cab. The trailer was polished aluminum and equally well kept. She was led to the rear of the trailer. Charles produced a remote control device and pressed its button. With the whine of an electric motor, the full wall tailgate which was the trailer’s back, slowly lowered outward to the ground. The three men walked up the ramp to an end space that appeared to serve as a garage. There were bicycles and motorcycles secured in place. A short ways in was another wall with warm lighting at the top and a door to the inner spaces. Shamar opened that door and turned on lights further in. Olivia, standing at the base of the ramp stretched tall to see into the interior. Given the plainness of the outside of the trailer, she was surprised to see rich appointments and lighting in the interior. Plush seating and paneling throughout. She had a decision to make. Was this just a better mouse trap? How many times have people disappeared into the back of trailers. Her senses suggested to her that these men may be many things, but cold monsters wasn’t one of them. At any rate, if she was going to fulfill her dreams she would have to take some chances. Olivia moved her hand to the strap of her purse where the dagger was, took a breath and walked up the ramp. Once through the inner door the outside street noise had completely disappeared. She found four bunks on the left and dressing stations to the right. After that the space opened up to a small lounge area with a block like table in the center. Flat screen video monitors were everywhere. One in each bunk, a large one in the lounge area and a few more in the kitchen and computer booth towards the front end of the trailer. The air was cool and nicely conditioned. The style of the interior was definitely a mans space. The theme was dark brown wood-tones and grays in the lounge area and a stainless steel kitchen. Bengerman opened a door to a space off the end of the bunk area to show Olivia the bathroom and steam-room.
“I’m impressed. This looks all very comfortable. You travel well.”
The men nodded with a little pride. Shamar went to the liqueur rack in the kitchen and asked Olivia;
“What’s your pleasure?”
“The cream liqueur you mentioned sounds perfect.”
They all got comfortable and took seats in the lounge. Charles took another remote control and started some soft music and a rather pretty screen-saver on the big monitor.
“Do you entertain often here in your truck?” Olivia asked.
“Not too often.” answered Bengerman, “We are very particular in our taste of guest.”
Olivia smiled again over his choice of words.
“Me too.” she replied.
“Your dancing was superb, last night.” Remarked Charles and seconded by the others.
“I was dancing for you. I’m glad you liked it.” She paused for a moment then asked;
“How did three psychiatrist come to be living in a mobile bachelor pad like this?”
Shamar took the question; “That is a story that you might find interesting.”
Olivia scooted a little forward in her seat, focusing her attention.
Shamar continued; “As you know, we had a clinic and practice together. It wasn’t just the three of us though. One other psychiatrist was part of our team. Her name was Helen. For a number of years the four of us ran a very successful practice. We often consulted with one another on our patents conditions and shared our insights. We were very close and spent a lot of our off hours together. In time, I must say, she became our lover. It was a most convenient arrangement given that none of us wanted an immediate family.”
Olivia was a little surprised at their candor, and perhaps a little aroused.
“Over the years a particular type of case began to spark our curiosity. We all were seeing a number of patents with a peculiar problem, if you want to call it that.” Shamar paused to sip his liqueur.
“What was that?” She questioned.
“These patents were worried about what they considered a sexual prevision in themselves.”
Olivia’s interest was peeked but she was wondering how all this put them in this vehicle.
“The condition is labeled ( Erotic Consumption Fantasies ) or ECF. Put simply, they were sexually aroused by thoughts of being eaten by animals or cannibals.”
An immediate blush came to Olivia’s face and she moved to the back of her chair. Her eyes became a little glassy, like those of persons seeing their destiny approaching. Could it be that she was transparent to these men.
“As psychiatrist, our duty was to help these people understand the simple nature of dominant and submissive behavior. That these aberrations of fantasies in this realm, while rare, were normal. Olivia was almost shivering in her seat. She was beginning to feel naked even with her cloths on. Shamar took another sip and continued;
“We all began to wonder if we were really helping these people. Once a dream came to me that I was counseling Lemmings, convincing them not to jump off the cliff. In the end of the dream all the Lemmings exhausted their food supply and died of starvation. Were we truly helping these people have the best life they could? Was society as a whole better off with our council. On top of this thinking, something else presented itself. We were all moved by these fantasies. Helen told us that she had been entertaining these thoughts when we made love. We discovered we all had in one way or another. Our passions expanded. Every time she made love with us, we toyed more and more with delicious cannibalistic ideas. In time it became bigger than all of us. In the heat of passion at a winter cabin we shared, we did the unthinkable.”
Olivia’s knees were rubbing together. She sat, arms crossed, holding her shoulders and breathing heavily. “Tell me.” she demanded, but really knowing the answer.
“We ate her. She gave herself to us and we ate her.”
Olivia was shaking now.
“We found that we could not continue treating our patents. A new hunger had taken over the three of us and the idea of eating our patents would be unethical. We closed the clinic and were able to make a modest retirement in this vehicle. Ever since, we have traveled and looked for women with a secret. Women who might want to take a different path.”
“You mean women who want to be eaten?” She injected.
All three men shook their heads yes.
“You think that I want to be eaten!” with a little warble in her throat.
Charles smiled, “We are very good at reading people. It goes with our profession. In our practice, we made some statistical findings as well. Strippers have a statistically greater ECF ratio. Another statistically high populace are women that go to libraries. Strippers that go to libraries are way up there. Forgive us for noticing that you went to the library the other day.”
They knew. It was just a matter of if she was going to admit to it. Bengerman spoke now;
“We wanted to suggest some possible directions your life could take now. You could walk out the door now and if you want, never see us again. You could spend some exotic and passionate time with us, and then leave forever. Or-“
Olivia interrupted, “I could stay with you for the rest of my life, however short that might be.”
“However short you choose.” corrected Bengerman.
She thought. This was one of those defining moments in one’s life. As she thought, her heart raced. She saw one life ahead of her where she was old and wrinkled, dying filled with regrets. She saw this other life, filled with passion and ecstasy and ending at the peak. Yesterday she was prepared to be eaten for the asking. These gentlemen were offering to, in a way, pay for her in the currency of pleasure. Olivia got up and took a few steps toward the back door. Maybe it was just to see if they would try to stop her, but they didn’t. She turned to face them. The three seemed so incredibility attractive to her now. Her mind and body flooded with sensation. There was just one thing she needed to know. She stepped out of her shoes and slipped the straps of her halter top dress down her shoulders. She asked;
“It would help me to decide if I knew what kind of lovers you were.”
The men grinned with pleasure.
She smiled too, “So what’s this about a steam-bath?”
The rest of the evening was warm, wet and erotic. The three were unselfish with their attention. Olivia’s heart pounded in the heat as she entertained a fantasy that the steam-bath was an oven and she was being cooked alive by demons from hell. That night redefined in her mind the meaning of (multiple orgasms).
In the late morning Olivia stirred awake to the smell of bacon and eggs. She found herself naked in one of the very comfortable bunks. Charles was in a bathrobe in the kitchen, tending the breakfast. Bengerman and Shamar were in towels sitting in the lounge and having coffee.
Olivia sat up and stretched. She thought how delicious she felt and then smiled at her own mental vocabulary. “That coffee smells wonderful.”
She was instantly served. She was quiet for a while as she drank half the cup, then she broke the silence;
“I have never seen the desert before! Any chance you are going that direction?”
Her three all quickly agreed that it would be a wonderful trip. She asked if she could get her steamer trunk and diary. That noon she checked out of the hotel and the men helped load her trunk into a storage locker in the truck. By 1:00 PM they were off on a westbound freeway. The seats were nice in the tractor and the windows gave an excellent view. Olivia took some time for her diary;
“I’ve found them. I feel like I have been blessed by god. My three have declared their desire. They want all of me, every last piece. God, this feels so good. They say it will be my choice when. I wonder how long I will hold out?”
They traveled four hours a day, more or less. There was always something to see or explore. By the end of a week she was closing in on the best shape of her life. The hiking, the biking, tanning naked on the roof sun-deck and good food were all having an effect. They spent the nights parked in campgrounds or truck-stops or sometimes in wilderness areas. She was never in want for affections. Their passions ran deep into the nights. Olivia loved to dance for her three, on the lounge table. She contorted and undulated with incredible grace as she stripped. The block like table, she learned was multifunctional. It could be reconfigured for many purposes. She wiggled and rolled on it teasingly, knowing that this is where they would (do) her when it was time to eat her. But she always found time for her diary;
“How do I express in words what this past week has been like. My body is theirs and they know it. I could not think of leaving them now. I almost feel guilty for taking so much pleasure from them. Last night I asked how they are going to eat me. How they prepare women as food. Hearing them talk so casually about butchering me made me so excited. They talk about how they would eat my liver and heart first. Thin strips of my liver would be laid out and cooked on a bed of diced onions and butter in a frying pan and eaten within minutes. My heart will be sectioned and stewed in a complex broth for hours till it is tender. The outer skin from my small intestines will be filled with a ground and seasoned blend of the rest of my organs and some meat from my calves and forearms. The rest of me will hang naked in their refrigerated locker for a month so some of the moisture in my body can be removed. Such care and expertise. I am in good hands. Tonight I have decided to go down on all three of them and swallow their orgasms. I want some of them in me.”
As they traveled west, every day became more arid than the day before. Olivia’s mind was dazzled by sites and experience’s from mountains to museums, factory tours to nature trails. Now that they were able to park the nights in more secluded wilderness areas, she would spend an hour or so on the upper sun-deck to worship the stars. This night, sitting naked before the crystal clear sky she thanked the heavens for the special place it had given her. She wondered how many other women on earth or out there were also at this moment, on the verge of being eaten. That thought brought a twinge and a little moisture to her. She got up, stretched in all her glorious form and then returned below for her ravishing.
Olivia loved seeing the desert. She played in the sand and followed the tracks of small animals and insects. Her tan was now golden and her physique, perfect. She had a glow of utter contentment. They had found a nice secluded place off a dirt road in the deep desert. The spot was in the afternoon shadow of an old mountain to the west. Cactus and Joshua trees surrounded them. Olivia smiled at her three men, knowing that this place was perfect. This is where they would eat her. They took a little break from sex so they could build their juices and passions for a day or so. At night they laid together on the central table which they loaded with pad and pillows. She snugged with her three as they watched monster and horror movies over satellite link. Late the next night she made her final entry in her diary;
“I am complete. The moment I have been waiting for since becoming a woman is almost here. To you who may read this in some future time, please try to understand my passion. There are many ways for someone to feel when their lives are closing- ( regret, fear, anxiety, hate, pain, even nothing ). I have chosen erotic passion. Will you choose for yourself or wait for circumstance to decide for you. Will you rot in a grave. I choose to be inside my three men. I thank the heavens that they are here for me and I love them for their nature. Goodbye and a kiss for those of you who join me in a place like mine. ———– Signed Olivia “
The next day was almost mystical for Olivia. The desert air was cool and clear. Olivia found that almost every movement she made stimulated a pre-orgasmic feeling that she had from the moment she woke. She could see the excitement building in her three and they kissed her at every opportunity. She dressed as scantily as she could but wanted to wear a little so that there was something to strip her from when it was that time. She took a little time to return her diary and her dagger to her steamer trunk. On the outside of the trunk she left a note to the men to, if they would, send it to her cousin Sara in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Sara was the only relative that she truly cared about. That afternoon she took the time to sun and to watch it settle behind the mountain. She returned to the roof again at twilight to watch a full moon rise in the east. She thanked the heavens one last time and then went below to her three. No one said a word. She stood there at the threshold of the kitchen while the men prepped the lounge for the occasion. They rolled up the strips of plush carpeting around the lounge table and stowed them away. A thick neoprene pad was fastened in place on the table top. The rooms lighting was dimmed except for several soft flood lights aimed at the table.
Everything and everyone was ready. Charles walked up to Olivia;
“I want to show you something.” He removed a small container from a nearby cabinet. From it he took a small pill and held it in his open hand. “As psychiatrist we are familiar with many exotic pharmaceuticals. If you were to take this pill, it would have an effect on your brain chemicals. Some of those effects would be to remove fear and expand trust. We don’t really think that is a problem with you but the subconscious is always a complicated thing. Your subconscious could hold you back from having the maximum possible pleasure. We want this evening to be the very best for you. But, a little warning. If you are not absolutely sure about what you want to happen tonight, the time to decide is before taking the pill. We have never had anybody change their mind after taking it.”
She stared at the pill. She believed that these doctors knew what they were saying. Olivia didn’t want to change her mind but this pill represented a point of no return. She had never been on the other side of that point except in fantasy. This new reality sent a shiver down her spine, under her pussy and up her abdomen. Her eyes went glassy with lust. Olivia nibbled up the pill from Charles hand with her mouth and then kissed his palm. She took a glass of water from Bengerman and followed the pill with its contents.
“I am food now.” She whispered. She went and kissed all three. “I am your food.”
Shamar and Bengerman started taking off the skimpy garments she was wearing as Charles lit up the steam-bath. He motioned to Olivia;
“Let’s get you squeaky clean while we wait for the pill’s effect.”
Holding Shamar and Bengerman, she slowly walked too and in the steam-room. She sat on a soft rubber mat on the floor’s center. With loving hand the three washed and massaged her. They tightly braided her hair and tied off the end with cotton string. Frequently she was rinsed with warm water. She found that she began to pee allot into the rinse water but was assured this was another effect of the pill. She felt so much like an animal. Like an animal in a slaughterhouse. This thought made her pussy twitch a few times. She rose to her knees and took their cocks to her mouth, one too the next in a wild frenzy. They smiled at her eagerness but Charles instructed;
“Slow yourself Olivia. We have all night for this and more. This is your night.”
She slowly withdrew her lips and licked them. After some time, they stepped out of the steam-bath and the three toweled themselves and Olivia down. Charles adjusted the air-conditioning too a little warmer but dryer while Bengerman and Shamar helped Olivia to the lounge table. She reclined and slowly undulated her perfect body. Her eyes were almost black because of their dilation by the pill. The three began playing with her with cannibal nuances. Two took a position on each side and held a wrist and an ankle while the third greedily ate her pussy. Every few minutes they would switch off on their positions. She stretched her arms and legs out to them, giving herself as completely as she could. Her juices flowed freely and served as an appetizer to the men. Olivia’s mind slipped into a strange and erotic state. It was almost as if the spirits of all the souls that had ever given themselves to cannibals were joining her for the ride. She began to loose track of time. The men were equally excited as moments like this are few and far between. They took great pleasure in watching Olivia wiggle and twist. After a long while the fucking began. Again, two would hold her out and the third would enter her. When one became in danger of cumming the three would switch off as before. Nothing in Olivia’s past was ever like this. She began to orgasm. Little ones at first at a low frequency. The men were relentless and this began to step up her pace and intensity. Tears of lust and joy flowed down her cheeks. She looked at her three and with some difficulty spoke;
“I don’t know if I — if I can stand it anymore. I — I am ready. Please do me.” and with much more gutturalness, “Eeeeeat Meeeee.”
The men were ready as well and were loosing their ability to hold back their loads. Quickly the men took up new positions. Shamar sat on the edge of the table. Bengerman got some oil and lubricated Olivia’s butt and passed the oil to Shamar so he could lubricated his cock. With her back to Shamar, Olivia ass was slowly lowered onto his waiting shaft. Now Bengerman got in front of Olivia and entered her pussy. Charles returned from the kitchen with a silk scarf in his hand. He stepped up on the table. Caressing Olivia’s face he showed her the scarf and then he gently brought it around her neck. Shamar took the ends of the scarf from behind her. Charles stood again and guided Olivia’s mouth to his cock. She swallowed him in with eager delight and rocked her hips to the fullness of her lower orifices. Shamar gently snugged the scarf just enough so Olivia would know what was coming. Crossing that line in her head made her submission complete. She began a long basely series of screams and an orgasm that would not quit. Her twitching pussy and ass brought Shamar and Bengerman over the line too. Olivia’s black eyes stared into Charles. He began shooting his love in and on her mouth and as he did he nodded to Shamar. Shamar waited for Olivia to take one last breath and then tightened the scarf. Bengerman and Charles grabbed a free space on the scarf and added their strength. In seconds Olivia’s vision dimmed to blackness but she could still feel Bengerman’s and Shamar’s lodes being pumped into her. She could feel Charles cum running down her cheeks and lips. With the last of her awareness she spread her arms to the sides with open hands as to give herself completely. Her orgasm pulsed the way to her unconscious oblivion.
It was 3:00 AM when the three settled down to sautéed liver with heart stew. Red wine and warm buttered bread complimented the table. The men still glowed, reflecting on the images of the evening. In the chilled locker of the utility room hung Olivia. Her fine naked rump and muscular legs. Those beautiful arms, torso and round breast. The three would check on her frequently over the next month, making sure the temperature and humidity were correct for the aging of the meat. Olivia had been the best on this path that they had taken, a treasure. She would never be forgotten.
—————————- Six Months Later ———————-
In the late afternoon a light green Camaro cruised down a nearly empty highway. The custom front plate on the car read ( SARA ). The car slowed down and pulled off the road at a road sign. Out of the car stepped a lovely blond woman in clean blue-genes and white blouse suitable for Sunday church . Looking at the sign she smiled. She let down her hair and then ripped her blouse open and off to reveal a green bikini top and a rather nice build and skin. Leaving the blouse on the roadside she stepped back in the car. On the seat next to her was a journal with the title – Olivia’s Diary. In the tray of the center console was a dagger laying on a contract for work at Club-Persia as an exotic dancer. Soon she would be getting the exposure that her cousin found so fulfilling. With a smile she looked back at the sign which read ( Leaving Oklahoma ) and then took off to her chosen destiny.