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 Dinner For Two (teen f non consensual cannibalism)

   Tom had been watching Holly for some time, she was a teenager who kept
in shape, something he liked in a girl.  He had only begun to fantasise
about her in the past couple of months though.  It was when the leaves had
dropped from the trees, and he realised that he could see into her bedroom
from his room with his new telescope.  It was no good for most of the year
as leaves blocked out his view.  He discovered this quite by accident one
night when he was looking round for something to focus on; suddenly there
framed in her bedroom window was this delectable creature.

   As he watched she began to change her clothes, he felt his excitement
rising, but all she did was change her outer garments, and even then she
had her back to him most of the time.  It was a lovely site all the same,
and that night Tom dreamt about this young girl, or rather, young lady, as
there were definite signs that she was developing.  Since that occasion Tom
had spent some time watching for her almost every night.

   Tom was actually a skilled burglar, and had surprisingly never been
caught by the authorities.  He had always prided himself on planning and
being careful.  He had been so successful over the years that many of his
heists had been laid firmly at the feet of Organised Crime.  One side
effect of his criminal activities was that he had come into contact with a
number of very dubious characters, some with extremely unusual interests.
Tom made a careful note of all these things in case one day it would come
in handy.  He had however been surprised, and initially horrified one day
when whilst searching a very expensive mansion he discovered that the owner
was not quite what he seemed.  In a part of the house separate to the rest
Tom discovered what at first seemed to be a slaughterhouse for animals, but
there was no entrance large enough to bring animals in.  There was all the
paraphernalia needed to butcher animals but not the space.  Besides it
would have meant that the animals would have had to be taken right through
the house, along narrow hallways lined with paintings, expensive ornaments
and over plush carpets.  No there was something here didn't quite fit. 
Moving into an adjoining room he discovered that it was a kitchen with
large industrial sized ovens and grills, he nosed around for a while and
then opened the freezer.  He froze!  He couldn't believe what it was that
he was seeing, there in front of him in nicely wrapped in freezer bags were
parts of human bodies.  After a couple of moments to take in the enormity
of what he had seen he realised that he wasn't really as shocked or
disgusted as he should have been.  He closed the lid of the freezer and
continued to look around.  He opened the refrigerator, and there on a plate
was a cooked breast, surrounded by slices of meat.  He waited and thought,
then took a slice of the meat, and gingerly he tasted it.  It was sweeter
than he had expected, similar to pork, but so much nicer.  The texture was
finer, there was less fat.  He heard a car arrive and knew that he had
stayed too long and it was time to leave, so he made his way back out,
taking with him a small freezer bag labelled "Susan calf meat".  He managed
to get out and returned to his home still a little shocked at what he had
found and how he had reacted.  He took the meat out of the bag and left it
on the side to defrost.  Out of the bag you couldn't tell it apart from
almost any other meat, but he knew.  Over the next months he researched the
owner of the mansion and found that he regularly had parties, apparently he
had been in a terrible plane crash, and that it was rumoured that some of
the survivors had turned to cannibalism to survive.  They were a close-knit
bunch who often used to meat up for reunions, Tom realised now what was on
the menu at these events.  He managed through a mixture of blackmail and
personality to become included in this circle.  He discovered that he was
only the second non-survivor to have joined; the other being the wife of
the mansion owner who it transpired already had a taste for longpork.  Over
the weeks and months Tom had often thought it would be nice to find his own
meat so that he could have it prepared at the next reunion, but he hadn't
succeeded.  Now he had found Holly, and perhaps he could find a way to
achieve his aim.  Tom studied the area around Holly's house and knew that
he would be able to park a pickup or estate close enough to the house to
carry her out in.  But try as he might he couldn't work out how to get to
her, until today!  Tom had been walking down the street when he heard
Holly's younger brother telling his mates that Holly had been grounded for
a fortnight, for something that he had done.  He seemed genuinely upset but
didn't want to own up when one of his mates suggested that.  Now that was
interesting, he knew that this would mean that Holly would be left on home
alone late into the evening, the perfect opportunity perhaps.  That very
same evening a tremendous storm hit the area where Tom and Holly lived, but
not until the rest of Holly's family had left in a car.  Tom saw Holly in
her bedroom she was wearing a cropped top that showed her firm belly, and
seemed to be wearing shorts or a short skirt, he couldn't quite tell.  As
he watched everything went dark as the storm blew all the lights in the
block.  A couple of minutes later Tom saw Holly light a candle and throw
herself down on the bed.  This was probably too good a chance for Tom to
miss, so he rang the power company on his mobile, they told him that the
power would be off for at least another hour, maybe more.  Tom collected
his bottle of chloroform and jumped into the van he had hired to move some
furniture in and drove round the block and parked near Holly's house.  He
slowly slipped out of the van and moved stealthily over the ground and then
after checking to see that there were no working alarms he entered the
house.  The only light downstairs was from the flash of the lightning; the
sound of the wind howling and the crashing of the thunder meant that it was
most unlikely that Holly would hear him.  He found his way to her bedroom,
the door was slightly open and he could hear her singing along to a tune on
a portable music player, even better, she would definitely not hear him. 
Suddenly he was aware that she was off the bed and walking to the door
still singing happily to herself, he moved to the side took out the
chloroformed pad his heart racing and waited.  Holly never even saw him,
one moment she was walking, the next she had a pad held over her mouth and
nose, and no matter how she struggled she couldn't escape.  Then she passed
into unconsciousness.  Tom placed a ball gag in her mouth to stop her
crying out when she recovered, and tied her arms behind her and her feet
together.  With Holly well tied up he returned downstairs and picked up the
large sack he'd brought along.  It was a struggle but eventually he managed
to get Holly into it and then when the storm was at it's worse he carried
her out and threw her into the back of the van.  He was pretty sure that he
hadn't been seen, as most of the houses were in darkness and battened down
against the storm.  He drove back to his house, and put the van straight
into the garage, from there it was easy enough to take Holly out and into
his kitchen through the adjoining doorway.  She was still out cold, so Tom
had time to untie her before removing her clothing.  Once he had done this
he tied her up again, even more securely, and carried her into the study.
Hardly had he put her down on the floor when all the lights came back on
again, and he became aware that she was beginning to regain consciousness.
He watched as she became aware of the predicament that she was in, and he
began to smile.  Holly writhed and struggled for several minutes before
realising that there was someone else in the room.  Tom had expected to see
a look of terror in her eyes as he moved towards her, and was mildly
annoyed when he all he saw was anger.  He would have to change that, and so
he grabbed her feet and dragged he across the floor and sat down with her
still prone on the floor, but with her legs angled up and her feet in his
lap.  She tried to kick out at him, but the way she lay prevented any real
power.  Tom told her to stop being naughty or he would hurt her.  He had
never considered himself sadistic before, but Holly was sure teaching him
things about himself that he hadn't previously realised.  This seemed to
annoy her, and she lashed out with her feet again, this time catching him
in the groin area, it didn't really hurt though.  Tom pulled her closer and
wrapped his legs around hers to stop her struggling so much.  Then he ran a
fingernail across the sole of her feet, she writhed a little, he began to
tickle her feet, and she began to writhe even more, but she still didn't
look terrified.  He reached to the side table beside the chair and picked
up some acupuncture needles, then telling her what he was about to do he
began to stick them into the fleshy part of her toes watching for her
reaction all the time.  Unfortunately they seemed almost too sharp and
obviously caused little pain.  He then slid one under her painted toenail,
she bucked this time, but though her eyes showed pain they still didn't
show terror.  He pondered for a few moments and the decided to let her in
on what he intended to do to her.  You could tell that she didn't really
understand, or believe him, so he decided it might be best to show her that
he meant business.  First though he would have to make sure her flesh was
clean.  Standing up he left her on the floor and disappeared up to his
bedroom, returning with some nail varnish remover that his girlfriend had
left behind.  He again grabbed her feet and then set about removing the
varnish.  He had just about finished when he turned to Holly and swore
quietly.  He again left her and returned with a toolbox.  Smiling he told
Holly that he had been silly, and had been wasting time, with that he
produced a set of pliers.  Holly looked at them aghast as she realised what
he was about to do.  Her body bucked and shook as he tore the nail out from
her big toe, the only nail he hadn't cleaned, and when he looked into her
eyes this time there was both pain and terror.  He pulled her foot up to
his mouth and gently tasted the blood that was weeping from the wound. 
There were tears now as the pain began to get to Holly.  Tom stood and let
Holly's feet fall to the ground, and then grabbing her arm he dragged her
to her feet and threw her onto the sofa.  It was time to test a theory
inspired by a film he had seen as a youth.  From the table between the sofa
and the armchair he picked up a long needle, holding Holly firmly he bent
he head forward and forced the needle into her neck, after several abortive
attempts he managed to get it between her vertebra, it was not easy but he
eventually forced several inches into her, her body tensed initially and
then went limp.  After pushing it in as far as he could he rolled her onto
her back and then looked into her eyes.  She was alive and terrified, he
took a pin and pressed it into her flesh, and she showed no sign of pain.
Taking a chance he moved to her feet and untied them, her legs flopped
apart.  Sliding his hand along the tanned thighs he felt her tight pussy,
and still no reaction.  He rolled her onto her belly and untied her hands,
the arms also flopped to one side.  As in the film she was totally
paralysed.  He rolled her back over again, put his head to her breast and
could hear her heart beating soundly.  She was totally his now, she could
offer no resistance whatsoever.  He picked her up and carried her to the
bathroom.  Here he washed her thoroughly, then emptied the bath and left
her lying there.  The next hour was take with making various phone calls
and making preparations for what was to follow, then he came back to her.
Sitting on the side of the bath he marvelled at just how firm her young
body was.  He squeezed her small breasts, tweaking the nipples, although
her eyes followed him she couldn't move the rest of her body.  He slid a
couple of fingers into her and found her clitoris, then removed them and
tasted her salty juices.  Again he left her this time returning with a
workbench a large bowl and a soldering iron which he plugged in.  Then with
the bowl below the bench he pulled her right leg out of the bath and tied
it to the bench.  Holly looked on in horror as a power saw was the next
thing brought in, and she watched as he cut her foot off just above the
ankle.  The soldering iron was used to cauterise the leg.  He then repeated
the procedure with the other foot and started to leave the room pausing
only to say.  "Soup".  Tom went down to the kitchen where a large pan
already filled with water was simmering on the stove.  He placed her two
feet in it and was pleased that there would be enough room to add potatoes
later for his "Holly and Potato Soup", in fact there was probably too much
room so he considered adding her hands but decided against it.  He turned
the heat down and left it simmering, and then started to make plans for the
rest of Holly.  There wasn't much room in his freezer so he threw out some
of the older produce, he wasn't sure just how much space he would need, if
he boned the meat he might have cleared enough space.  He looked at his
stove thankful now that the previous owners had had such a large one
installed.  Then the lights went out and he lost power to the stove, so
switching it off he decided to go to bed early.  The next morning was
bright and sunny and there was no sign of the storm of the previous night.
Tom woke refreshed and then looked in on Holly, she looked a little pale
but otherwise seemed fine, he was pleased, he had wondered if she would
still be alive in the morning.  He went out and drove to the mall to buy
some fresh vegetables, there was a police car outside Holly's house but
there didn't seem much activity.  Whilst at the mall he was approached, as
were the other shoppers by a police officer with a picture of Holly.  Had
anyone seen her?  Apparently they believed that she had run away from home
the previous night.  Tom thought how stupid they were, but by taking a load
of her clothes, her walkman, and some personal items he had probably helped
them come to that conclusion.  It was nearly noon by the time he returned
to his house, and after putting his shopping to one side he looked to see
how his soup was doing.  Most of the flesh had or was falling off the bones
so after he prepared the vegetables he stripped the remainder of the meat
from her feet and removed the bones.  He hadn't considered what he was
going to do with the bones, but that was a problem for later.  He fished in
the soup and managed to find all her toenails, which was good, he didn't
want to end up choking on them.  He took some of the vegetables and added
them to his soup.  The very thought of the soup was making him peckish, and
so he decided to stop for lunch, but the soup wasn't quite ready so what
should he eat.  He wandered back upstairs and looked at Holly, he lifted
her hand and considered it, there wasn't really much meat on it, but
perhaps it was worth trying.  He took a knife and started cutting into the
flesh removing her fingers and thumbs and popping them onto a plate, there
was more blood than expected, and it was fiddly cauterising the wounds with
the soldering iron but he managed it.  He looked at the digits on the plate
and realised there wouldn't be enough, so taking the knife he spread her
legs and cut her pussy lips away adding them to the plate he smiled, and
returned to the kitchen.  He put the various pieces of Holly under a medium
grill and gently cooked them turning them frequently.  After about 10
minutes he removed the fingers and thumbs but gave the lips 5 more minutes.
Sitting down with a glass of French wine he picked up a thumb and gently
nibbled the warm meat.  It was quite hard to get at the meat on the digits
but it was worth the struggle, but the lips were fantastic, tender and
juicy, how he hoped the rest of Holly would be the same.  He ate all of the
meat apart from her left thumb, which he took upstairs to show her, when he
was sure she understood what it was he ate it in front of her, paralysed or
not she seemed to pale even more when she saw this.  Tom had an important
evening ahead so he spent much of the afternoon tidying up the house.  He
checked to see that the lock on the upstairs bathroom worked, it did, and
then cleaned the bathroom downstairs, that would have to suffice for his
guest this evening, couldn't have them stumbling in on Holly unannounced
could he!  He looked in at the dining room when he had finished cleaning
and tidying, the wooden table reflected the warm light of the candles.  The
soft music played gently in the background, there was a scent of fresh
lavender, but you could also make out the unmistakable aroma of freshly
roasted coffee!  Tonight was really going to be wonderful he thought to
himself as he snuffed out the candles, just Sara, and him all alone, oh and
Holly of course, mustn't forget her.  He looked at his watch, he just about
had enough time to prepare the roast before he washed and shaved himself.
He wandered upstairs and entered the bathroom, Holly was still lying in the
bath, but she didn't look too well.  He decided she might be cold so he put
on the bathroom heater, and then washed her down with very warm water.  He
perched himself on the side of the bath and lifted her right leg up. 
Slowly he caressed her , gently kneading her calf muscle in his hand.  He
had originally intended to slice the flesh off, but it would have been hard
to control the bleeding so he changed his plan and producing a saw took the
lower leg off just above the knee, again cauterising the flow of blood with
the soldering iron.  He dropped the stump back into the bath and reached
over for her left leg and repeated the butchering and cauterising.  Tom
took the two calf portions down to the kitchen where he skinned them,
peeling away the tanned skin and then with a filleting knife he removed the
precious meat from the leg bone.  He took the two fillets and popped them
into a marinade he had made earlier of honey, brandy, and Tabasco.  He
would leave them there for at least 2 hours before popping them under a
medium grill.  He checked that all the vegetables were prepared and that
the frozen dessert was thawing out nicely, all was fine so he went upstairs
and showered.  He could feel Holly's eyes looking at his naked body, and
for a moment considered raping her tormented body, but then thought against
it.  That after all was what Sara was for!  Sara arrived bang on time as
always, she was dressed in a black one piece leather cat suit that clung to
her every curve.  Tom was almost drooling as he guided her into the lounge
and gave her a glass of perfectly chilled wine.  Sara told him that she had
never seen the place looking so tidy, so she knew how he'd spent the night
before.  Tom smiled broadly, but didn't disagree with her.  They enjoyed
some small talk, and she asked him what meal they were to eat, but he
wouldn't say, not even the slightest clue, save that it was a meal that she
would probably never forget!  Tom announced that it was time to start
dinner, so they adjourned to the dining room, Tom being the perfect
gentlemen moved her chair out so that she could be seated.  He went into
the kitchen and returned with some fresh bread rolls, still warm.  Then
returned to the kitchen and brought in two dishes with soup, placing one
before Sara and one on his plate opposite.  Once seated, he lifted his
glass and offered a toast to Sara.  They sipped their wine and then started
on the soup.  Sara noted that it had an unusual taste, but it was one she
really liked, and she accepted Tom's offer of some more.  She asked what it
was made of, but Tom challenged her to guess.  She thought for a while,
named the vegetables, correctly guessed the herbs, and decided that the
meat that formed the base might be pork.  Tom nodded at this, and said she
was pretty close, but not quite there.  He cleared the dishes away,
refilled both his and Sara's glass with wine, and then brought in the main
course.  Arrayed on the plate were fillets of a light meat, slightly
browned under the grill, various summer vegetables, some baby new potatoes,
and a little gravy.  Sara looked up a little worried, and asked if it were
veal, because she couldn't eat it if that was so.  She didn't believe in
veal pens as it was cruel to the animals.  Tom laughed and told her not to
be silly, and then assured her that no animal had been tortured to produce
her dinner.  The effect wine having mellowed her somewhat caused her to
laugh out at Tom's protestation, and she began to tuck into the meal
enthusiastically.  Even Tom was forced to admit that the flavour far
exceeded his expectation, and his previous experiences of longpork, and he
was so pleased.  Once the main course was finished Tom brought in chocolate
gateaux, he knew this was something that Sara really liked, and you could
see her eyes light up at the sight of it.  She helped herself to a large
slice which she then drowned in cream.  Tom shared the remainder of the
wine between them and then had a more modest portion of gateaux, but about
the same amount of cream.  Once they had finished they retired to the
lounge again, and Tom went out and made them both coffee.  The rest of the
evening was as great a success, a bottle of champagne replaced the now
empty wine bottle, and the hours passed by really quickly.  Tom and Sara
were cuddling up together when he invited her to stay the night.  She
tensed for a moment before declining, Tom seemed to take it in good spirits
albeit that he seemed a trifle upset.  She relaxed in his arms again and
told him maybe another time, following this with a passionate kiss.  Tom
smiled and told her that she would never have a better chance of knowing
his big secret, but he guessed that was okay.  She started to ask him what
it was but he kept on teasing her but not saying.  Eventually he seemed to
back down and said he would show her, but only if she was blindfolded
initially.  Sara thought this sounded like fun and readily agreed, and so
it was that Tom led sweet Sara up the stairs and towards the bathroom.  She
heard him unlock the door and allowed him to guide her in, she was dying to
peek, but Tom wouldn't undo the blindfold.  Then after she heard him lock
the door she felt him unfastening it and the all of a sudden she could see.
She could see Holly lying pale in the bath her hands and lower legs
missing, blood weeping from the wounds, a young girl barely into her teens
was lying naked, partially dismembered in this man's bath.  A shudder went
through her and shee looked straight into Tom's eyes.  She then looked at
Holly and asked him whether it was her meat that they had just eaten.  Tom
just smiled, then agreed explaining that the soup was made from her feet,
and the main course had been grilled calf.  Sara leaned over to Tom,
reached out with her arms and then gave him a passionate kiss.  When this
was over she told him that she had reconsidered, and would stay the night,
if she could have a little more meat first.  Tom smiled, inwardly relieved,
he knew that they had talked about just this sort of thing.  Sara had told
him it was one of her fantasies to eat young girl meat, but he had wondered
how she would react when confronted with the real thing.  There in front of
Holly, Tom explained everything that had happened so far, Sara could barely
take her eyes off Holly and moved over to the bath and reached down and
stroked her silken skin.  As her hands wandered over Holly's firm belly,
she looked up at Tom and told him that she could cook him up a nice roast
made out of Holly's belly rolled with some stuffing in if he wanted.  Tom
laughed and told her that was an offer he couldn't refuse, but could it
wait for the morning as he had other things on his mind.  Sara saw him
eyeing her body, and told him that that would have to wait as she was
decidedly peckish.  Her hands moved to Holly's breasts, and she squeezed
her nipples playfully.  Tom suggested that perhaps she would like some
breast in a bun, and she nodded her agreement.  Tom unlocked the door and
popped down to the kitchen where he turned the griddle on.  He took 2 large
burger buns out along with some salad and mayo, before returning back
upstairs with the sharp filleting knife.  He moved towards Holly but Sara
told him to stop, that she wanted to do this.  He handed her the knife and
she moved closer to Holly, gently cutting the skin on her right breast Sara
gradually cut through before removing it completely.  Tom was surprised out
how little blood was spilt, to which Sara explained that she hadn't cut
into the muscle below.  Tom cauterised the few blood vessels that were
bleeding, before Sara returned to Holly and removed the left breast.  Once
this was done the Sara and Tom returned to the kitchen where he cooked the
2 fillets, passing them to Sara when they were ready.  Sara placed them in
the buns on a bed of lettuce and tomato before placing an onion ring around
the nipple.  Into this ring she squeezed a little mayo before putting the
two halves of the bun together.  Retiring to the lounge again they cuddled
up eating their midnight snack, and Sara told Tom that she loved him.  Tom
told her that he thought that he had loved her from the moment that he had
set eyes on her, but had never dreamt that one day they could be any more
than just friends.  Sara having finished her snack kissed him and said that
she looked forward to many long nights with him, especially if he could
produce such gourmet delights as had been served that night.  Tom promised
that he would and they began to get more intimate with each other.  The
next morning when they looked in on Holly it was obvious that she was not
at all well, her complexion was sallow, and she was sweating.  The two
lovers discussed the situation and decided that it wasn't worth chancing
her meat becoming tainted so they decided to spend the morning butchering
her.  After a light breakfast of toast and cereal, they prepared space for
the meat that they would produce, before returning upstairs to Holly.  They
washed her with hot water ensuring that she was clean all over, then
rolling her onto her belly they began to carve some steaks off of her. 
First the buttocks, Sara cut two thick fillets off of each one being
careful to avoid the anus.  Then she rolled Holly on to her side, so that
Tom Could assist in removing her thighs.  It was hard work, but eventually
they cut through the tendons, the muscle and reached the bone.  The twisted
the stump and eventually in came away from the hip socket, they rolled her
over and repeated the process to remove her left thigh.  Sara then took
these downstairs so that she could bone them, they would be so much easier
to roast and carve without the bone in.  Tom carried on carving into
Holly's flesh, surprised that even now with copious amounts of blood
pouring out that she was still alive.  He was able to free her arms at the
shoulder fairly easily, and then carved a couple of steaks from the
shoulder itself.  He had promised Sara that she could cut Holly's belly up
as she wanted to stuff the meat and make a belly roast, so he kept away
from there.  As he looked at Holly's face he saw her eyes close and knew
she had passed on, after that he was more brutal in the way in which he
carved the flesh off of the body.  Sara joined him a short while later and
carved open Holly's belly, trimming the meat carefully.  All in all it took
about 2 hours to finish carving the meat off the carcass that had been
Holly.  They put most of her into the freezer, but kept a nice Thigh
portion out for the evening meal.  After tidying the house up, washing away
all the blood they were left with 2 plastic bin liners with the remnants of
Holly, her head, her intestines and various bones.  Tom put these into the
back of the van and then drove to the factory where Sara worked.  He slowly
reversed the van up to one of the vast kilns that were all around the
pottery, and then Sara and him took the bags into the fuel room and threw
them into the furnaces.  They watched as the flames consumed the bags and
all they contained, and then left to go back to Tom's house.  They had
nearly arrived back there when they came across a Police roadblock, the
police were checking all vehicles and asking their occupants if they had
seen a girl who had run away, they replied in the negative, and returned on
their way.  Sara put the meat in the oven to roast and turned on the TV
while she helped Tom prepared the vegetables.  The main story concerned a
missing girl who was thought to have run away.  Apparently there were
several sightings in a nearby town, and the police were now widening their
search area.  They were treating it as a runaway, and were not looking for
anyone else in connection with the disappearance.  The perfect crime? 
Perhaps, but could they repeat it again.  They had enough meat to last for
about a month, perhaps only a fortnight if Tom took some of it along to the
next reunion of the cannibals.  Sara wondered how they would react to her
joining them, she thought that they wouldn't mind if it was she who took in
the longpork for them to eat.  Yes, she and Tom were made for each other.