WARNING!!! This story contains extremely graphic violence, gore, and disturbing content that may be difficult to read for most people. Please don't complain to me if it was "too disgusting"--that's how I write and it's the type of material I enjoy. Cannibalism isn't right. It's a horrible, barbaric practice that I clearly don't support. My protagonist happens to be one, so don't think that I'm a fan of this. Also, this was my first shot at it! Be nice, and enjoy my crispy delight. 1
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She captured men like flies in honey jars, mesmerizing them with her firm, curvy little body and innocent features, her caramel skin and liquid green eyes that turned emerald in the light. Mermaid eyes—that’s what they were, and Katie Wilkes used this to her advantage. 3
The hunger was a bloodthirsty, demonic beast that couldn’t be controlled. It tortured her, enslaved her, plagued her mind every waking moment. 4
She loved to cook, but what she loved even more was preparing her meals; sprinkling them with seasoning and spices and chopped up vegetables fresh from her garden. Katie was a perfectionist. Everything had to be clean, scrubbed, and polished like her manicured nails. 5
If there were blood stains she mopped them up. If there happened to be bits of flesh, brain matter, or skull on the carpet; she took care of it. Just like in chemistry class, Katie knew that mixing the wrong chemicals together caused an explosion--a dangerous mess--so she had to use her brain to calculate each move. It was so easy to get caught, but Katie refused to live the rest of her life in a gross, unflattering orange jumpsuit with her hair uncombed, sitting behind bars with no cook books, meat, or make-up.6
Now, smacking on some Bonne Bell lip gloss, Katie pushed the pink, oversized sunglasses over her head, pretending to look through a rack of skinny jeans. 7
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Cherry Girl was a popular store, very chic and expensive. Plenty of young, cute men stumbled inside with their girlfriends or—if Katie got lucky—all alone. 9
Holding a pair of dark, ripped jeans with electric-blue dragons stitched onto the sides, Katie was about to rummage through the T-shirt rack when, to her delight, something prettier caught her eye. 10
He walked into the store with a languid, sexy swagger that oozed confidence and masculinity. Katie’s eyes immediately drank in the man’s physique: big, well-padded and powerful—she had to be careful with this one. He had lots of smooth, delicious skin that she could imagine herself licking and savouring like an ice cream cone. She liked how he was chubby—but not fat—and she loved his slight tummy, the mouth-wateringly broad shoulders accentuated by a tight black shirt. 11
Oh yeah, this one will look lovely in my oven, Katie giggled in her mind. Just the thought of skinning this cutie got her wet. 12
She placed the jeans aside and moved towards the man, who was looking at belts, his handsome, stubbly face relaxed. 13
Her victims were handsome, always handsome...14
“Hi”, Katie said. “Would you like me to start a change room?”15
He stared at her, baffled. “Do you even work here?”16
“Yes. My name is Katie, Katie Wilkes.” 17
“I’m Danny Smith”, he smiled, dimples winking in his broad cheeks. “Sure, you can start with these belts.” He handed her the seven items with a huge, bratty grin. “I must have a belt fetish.”18
“I’m into handcuffs, gags, and whips myself”, Katie replied coolly. “Last time someone belted my ass I couldn’t sit for a week! It was bright purple, like a plum, and the skin was so tender. Next time I experiment with that shit is too soon.”19
“I’m sure you’re a little wildcat in bed”, Danny said in a dark, throaty voice that made Katie’s nipples tighten with desire. 20
He wore silver-rimmed glasses and his chocolate brown, gold-flecked eyes looked her up and down, lingering on the curve of her ample breasts. Katie feasted her own gaze on Danny’s sleek, muscular forearms, admiring how creamy and flawless his skin was, the thickness of his toffee brown hair scrunched up with gel and that full, wet, kissable mouth she wanted to rip open and devour.21
“Fuck the belts”, he said. “That’s not why you approached me, is it?”22
Without another word Katie slid her arms around his big, luscious shoulders, captivated by his masculine scent of worn leather, aftershave, and burnt leaves. She brushed the pad of her thumb across his pouty lower lip. 23
“No...” She whispered, caressing the soft flesh. “I want to fuck you.”24
Danny wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. 25
So deliciously built! Katie inwardly exclaimed, overjoyed by her lucky catch.26
Her hands trailed from his shoulders to his chest and belly, squeezing the flesh there, wondering if she’d bake him in the oven or the crock pot, what spices to use...27
Danny claimed her mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss, interrupting her disturbed fantasies. She moaned, parting her lips so his tongue could slither inside, the warm, velvety flesh probing like an eel. He tasted so good; like vodka and double mint gum—a warm, honey-drenched flavour. They were making out for nearly five minutes until an old man glared over in disgust.28
“Hey, get a room you two!” He barked.29
Katie withdrew, gasping for breath, and Danny pulled her out of the store like a child. 30
“He’s right. Let’s go to my place.”31
“No, my apartment”, Katie insisted, giving him her most beautiful smile. He was the curious little moth trapped in her lantern; wings flapping helplessly against the dangerous, honey-gold bulb. “I’ll make us a nice supper.”32
“Alright”, Danny agreed. 33
She licked her lips, already tasting his blood, his roasted skin and charred bones.34
He was going to be her finest meal yet.35
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They stumbled into the small, dainty apartment, swept up in a whirlwind of passion. Katie kicked off her high heels and fastened her legs around Danny’s waist, kissing him hard, blonde hair loose around her shoulders. 37
He carried her past the kitchen, past the oven that was already heating up, all the little spices, herbs, and delicacies sprinkled like fairy dust across the countertops. He tossed her onto the narrow bed, smiling as she giggled, her tiny body bouncing up and down. 38
“Come here, big boy!” Katie squealed. Her mermaid eyes—wide and innocent—shone like wet diamonds.39
Danny took off his glasses and crawled onto the bed, his body so heavy it was like a mountain of bricks compared to her petite 5’’4 frame. She relished his delicious weight, the way he was crushing her into the springy mattress, all that beautiful skin and hair and blood just begging to be savoured. 40
Their tongues battled hungrily as they devoured each other like rabid wolves, moaning, burning with need. He nibbled, sucked, and ravaged Katie with his masterful tongue, lapping up every inch of her like a cat laps up a saucer of milk. His cock, huge, hardened against her belly as she worshipped his face. 41
Katie shuddered when his elegant hands slid down her narrow back and caressed the full, delectable curves of her hips. She pierced the silken pad of his lip with her teeth, slicing it open like half-melted butter. Warm, sticky blood rushed into her mouth; paralysing her with pleasure as Danny cried out in pain. 42
“Oh god...” Katie moaned like a whore and licked up the crimson richness, wondering if his cum tasted this good; this salty. He groaned in sexual agony as she plundered his mouth again, nails biting into his shoulder blades, her denim-clad pussy grinding against the thick, swollen ridge of his cock. He unbuttoned her jeans while she popped open his zipper, excited by how big he was, how hard and ready. 43
Impatient, like a mother undressing her child for a bath, Katie yanked down his pants along with his underwear. 44
An appetizer, Katie hissed, thinking of all the creative things she could do with a severed dick. 45
The smell of fresh garlic bread tantalized her nostrils as she swirled her tongue around the head of Danny’s penis, licking off the delicious (and very salty) pre-cum. Slowly, torturously, she swallowed his entire length, pumping her lips up and down from bulbous tip to base like a Popsicle, making divine use of her jaw muscles. 46
Danny threw his head back, looking incredibly sexy with his lustrous, sweat-slick hair and plump lips that were bruised and bloody from the rough little kisses. He rhythmically thrust his hips in and out; jamming his cock so deep she was forced to open her mouth, releasing him with a wet “pop.” 47
“Fuck”, Katie breathed. Switching tactics, she wrapped her hand around his thick base and started to jerk him off, her palm lubricated from his pre-cum mixed with her own sweat so it made lurid squishy sounds with each hard, furious pump. Danny’s body shuddered and a low, almost wolf-like growl rumbled from deep in his throat, giving her goosebumps. 48
Just in the nick of time she closed her mouth on his engorged head, sucked hard, and with one last violent tug Danny exploded. Thick, creamy cum jetted into her mouth, splattering all over her breasts and face when she let go. It was just as salty as Katie imagined. She cleaned him off, swallowing every last drop. 49
The garlic bread smell was changing, liquefying, the new scent richer, so powerful that it gobbled up her senses, made her dizzy. 50
It was meat. 51
Katie could feel the beast stirring inside her, its dark head lifting, black gums peeled back to reveal long, jagged, needle-thin teeth. 52
The hunger simmered in Katie’s blood as she opened herself up like a flower. 53
She gasped as flesh pounded against flesh, slapping deliciously in perfect sync with the flimsy headboard and the smell of burning meat, sex, and murder that shimmered like gossamer insect wings in the kitchen, in her head.54
Die.55
Her hair a seaweed tangle on the pillow, long, shapely golden legs entwined with Danny’s, chest rising and falling as her heart thundered.56
The beast leaned back on its blood-stained haunches...waiting. 57
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“There’s a lovely supper in the oven”, Katie whispered, her voice a soft, angelic caress as she stroked his velvety hair, his impossibly vibrant skin (even more so from the sex) that she couldn’t wait to slit open and peel like wax paper. 59
Lots of delightful spices and herbs plucked right from the garden were tossed in the new crock pot Katie’s best friend had gotten her for her birthday (that is, before she ended up inside it: a tangle of bronzed limbs and meat so tender it dripped like candle wax from the bone). 60
It was time. 61
The sexy black leather apron, pockets stuffed full of bobby pins and razor blades, was slipped over Katie’s chest, cool and refreshing against her naked breasts. She put on latex gloves, snapping them against her wrists like a surgeon. 62
After fixing her hair and applying the right shade of lipstick (Russian Red), she crept into the bedroom with a sizzling hot frying pan, still spitting oil from the stir-fried veggies. 63
Danny looked so adorable and peaceful, like a big, dopey puppy dreaming with the pillow cradled in his arms, a smile on his gorgeous face. She didn’t want to wake him. No...that would be so RUDE! 64
Katie stood above her lover, pan raised high above her head, and struck him as hard as she could. 65
The blow was clean, vicious, and resulted in a long, eggshell-thin crack that opened up at his hairline, growing wider until dark, cherry-red blood bubbled to the surface. It was so beautiful how the liquid spilled like wine down Danny’s temples and forehead, dripping off his chin, the bright red such a spectacular contrast to his luminous white skin. 66
With great difficulty she managed to drag him over to the kitchen. Blood poured out of the large, gaping wound, the smell of metal teasing her nostrils. 67
She took out a bottle of vegetable oil and began rubbing it all over his poor, beaten, sex-flushed body, her clit throbbing as she grasped his beautiful penis, oiled it, and mechanically did the same to his testicles, buttocks, arms, legs, face. He had hair on his chest, which Katie loved, but when it came to eating it wasn’t all that appetizing. 68
On the counter was a cookie tray with all the necessary tools for her procedure: scalpel, scissors, chef knife, and toothpick. Katie picked up the scalpel, intent on removing the eyes first. Before she could even pierce the thin, gelatinous substance of his cornea, he twitched, lashes fluttering. 69
“You’re just having a bad dream”, Katie reassured him. She stroked his thick, oily hair with the scalpel. “Go back to sleep, love.”70
“What are you doing?” Danny asked groggily, his face covered in blood. “Is this one of your sadistic little fantasies? And why is there blood all over me?!”71
“What’s the matter, don’t want to play anymore?” Katie pouted as she licked oil off his glistening dick. 72
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Starving, the beast allowed her to explore the rest of him, suckling on the greasy, perfect skin with her red cherub lips. 74
“This is sick”, he stated matter-of-factly, his voice cracking in fear. “You need help, Katie. See a psychiatrist and get help. We can just forget about this whole thing...pretend it never happened, ok? You’re scaring me.”75
“I’m quite sane, thank you”, Katie shot back, offended. “I WAS planning on a fancy dinner for tonight, but if you don’t shut up you’ll spoil it! Just let me do my work.”76
“You mean just let you dissect my body like some morbid biology project?” Danny was furious. “I’m not joking anymore. Let me go, Katie!”77
“You’re bleeding”, Katie said. “Here, let me soothe those wounds.”78
She closed her mouth on the deep, ragged cut in his scalp and pushed the tip of her tongue inside, slitting it open even wider so fresh blood oozed out. Danny howled in pain, his fists beating against the counter until the knuckles bled. 79
No longer amused by her lover’s childish antics, Katie impaled his neck with the scalpel, tearing open his jugular so a thick spurt of blood gushed out, dousing Katie’s face like his cum had earlier. It sprayed all over the ceiling; the cupboards and carpet.80
“Now look what you did, what a mess!” 81
She twisted the scalpel a few good times before wrenching it out, satisfied when Danny gurgled and screamed, choking on his own blood, his teeth a brilliant white against the dark, scarlet sheen.82
The sound was almost inhuman; a wet, strangled groan full of unspeakable agony. He went limp. His eyes turned glassy, like a doll’s, while the lips remained frozen in a warped shriek of pain.83
Katie took the scissors; her apron now bathed in blood, and made small, precise cuts, snipping off all the toes and fingers to use as a garnish. She scooped out both eyeballs, carved out the jaw (oh, but his beautiful teeth would make such a splendid necklace!). 84
Prying open his ribcage under the dim, florescent lights, Katie was amazed by how intricate the human body was; all those little nerve endings and receptors strung together like Christmas lights.85
Her workplace was getting messy, so, being the perfectionist she was, Katie poked around the house for some newspaper to lay down on the table. 86
For thirty-five minutes she sawed, chopped, diced, and peeled every inch of flesh. 87
She placed Danny’s thigh in the oven along with his severed hands, feet, and shoulders. Everything else could be stewed in the crock pot—but that would take time. 88
His vital organs, scalp and hair Katie disposed of; his eyeballs stomped on until they became gooey blobs and were flushed down the toilet, nothing but mashed-up egg yolk with brown pinpoints for irises. 89
His blood was far too delicious to waste, so she poured it into a wine glass, sipping on the exquisite liquid while Danny roasted, the smell of crispy skin absolutely scrumptious to say the least. 90
“The chubby ones always make the best meals. Don’t they, Oliver?” 91
Perched on top of the television set was her fat, ungrateful white cat with electric-blue eyes and a cream puff tail. He opened his pink mouth in a languid yawn, bored.92
“Oh, I think it’s ready!” Katie sashayed back to the kitchen, eager to delve into her masterpiece. She nearly slipped in a puddle of blood on her way to the oven, cursing at the sight of her red-splattered curtains, cupboards, and stove. 93
Fuck Danny for having so much blood in him, the fucker! Katie thought. It needed to be mopped up, but now...now she could finally taste him.94
There were few things in life that gave Katie Wilkes as much pleasure as sinking her teeth into the golden-brown, succulent meat of a lover. 95
She changed out of the sticky apron and into her prettiest hand-made dress with the lacy red corset to go with her fabulous lipstick. To complete the look, she swirled her blonde hair up in a regal bun, pulled on a pair of thigh-high, brown leather boots, and played her favourite song: “Love Me Tender” by Elvis Presley. 96
It was magical evening.97
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THE END99
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