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 (Canniblism f teen)

   For Holly, it was the holiday experience of a lifetime.  Here she was
flying over large areas of still unmapped Jungle, on her way from where she
had been white water rafting to her new destination a small jungle landing
strip where she was to meet up with the rest of her school party, which had
decided to miss the rafting in favour of a canoe trip up a piranha infested
river.  This was something Holly could live without; the thought of fish
nibbling chunks out of her body was not appealing.  For me her decision was
sensible, as it was this that led to the situation of her sitting next to
me in the back of this small turboprop aircraft, just her, me the pilot and
my colleague Ralph.  I liked to think of myself as something of an "Indiana
Jones" type character, the rest of the word probably thought "chancer" or
"pirate", but hey what the hell.  Ralph and I were on the trail of gold,
okay so there wasn't really much chance but you live in hope, and the
wonderful artefact that had arrived in my office must have come from
somewhere.  Suddenly without any warning, the pilot slumped forward at his
controls, and the plane began to dive towards the ground, we were all
terror struck, as the trees rushed up to meet us, at the last minute the
pilot came around and started to lift the nose of the plane, but it was too
little and too late, with a crashing and a crunching we came to rest on the
ground the plane was wrecked completely the pilot was dead, a branch having
passed straight through him.  We were shaken but otherwise totally unhurt.
Holly was very upset, and I hugged her close to me trying to calm her down.
When we had collected our thoughts we decided we would have to decide
whether to stay put and wait for rescue, or move on.  The decision was
never made, as Ralph touched me on my shoulder and I turned to see about a
dozen natives nervously coming towards us a variety of weapons, blowpipes
and spears, and some rudimentary bows pointed at us.  I have travelled
enough to know that at a time like this you have to be very calm, the tips
of most of those weapons were likely to be smeared with a poison, and a
nervous twitch could have been the end for any or all of us.  I started to
go through all my languages, saying "Friend" in as many as I thought
likely, but nothing was recognised.  We were then herded along at spear
point a remarkably short distance probably only a mile or so to a village
in a clearing.  Holly had regained her composure by this time and didn't
seem as nervous as I felt.  As we arrived the headman of the village was
waiting with a number of village elders, and after looking at us spoke some
words that I thought I should have understood, and then we were pushed into
the bole of a giant tree that nature had hollowed out.  A sort of gate was
fixed across the entrance and we waited.  Holly sat next to me her small
body pressed up against mine, I watched as she brushed an insect away from
her silken thigh.  From my vantage point I could see the headman's hut, and
as I was watching the movements there I remembered the language that had
been spoken.  I could communicate with them!  I told Ralph and Holly this
news and they brightened up considerably.  I then started to talk to the
native by the gate and asked to see the headman, my speaking his language
seemed to freak him out a bit and he started to shout unintelligibly.  With
that the headman arrived on the scene and I asked if I could talk to him,
he gestured towards the gate and it was opened enough for me to crawl out,
and then pushed firmly back in place.  I was escorted to his hut, which I
entered, and then probably for the first time in my life I was lost for
words.  There was gold and precious stones everywhere, and I knew that I
would leave the village with at least some of them.  As we talked matters
became calmer between us and I found that I quite liked the old man.  He
told me of a legend that one day men would come from the sky and that they
would help the tribe become great again.  As he talked an idea came into my
mind, and I made a suggestion.  You should have seen the look on Holly and
Ralph's faces when I returned, the gate was removed and I showed them some
gold ornaments that must have been worth tens of thousands of dollars.  I
explained that I had negotiated a deal whereby we would exchange goods for
treasure, and that the tribe would escort us to a trading post on the river
about twenty miles away.  You could see the relief in their eyes.  Holly
went out and began to explore the village, as she did so, she could sense
the eyes of the natives on her.  At the same time I began to explain to
Ralph just what was planned.  Natives were being sent out to some of the
local tribes inviting their leaders to a celebration feast, at the next
full moon, about three days away.  In this time we enjoyed the company of
our hosts.  Holly finding that her clothes were getting shabby had gone a
little native and was wearing very little, her small pert breasts in direct
contrast to the more elderly native women.  There was a communal pool where
everyone bathed, fed by water from a spring, and Holly spent a lot of time
in there with some of the village girls who took great delight at washing
her.  Their dark skin seemed to emphasise her form amongst them.  As the
night of the full moon arrived a group of native women came to collect
Holly, she couldn't understand why, but I explained that they were going to
dress her for the celebrations that were to come.  Ralph looked down at the
ground, his head bowed in the shame at what I was doing.  Holly laughed and
danced away.  A little while later I was close to the headman's hut and
watched as Holly was given a drink, she looked towards me, and I smiled and
indicated that she should drink it, which she duly did, and the second and
third they offered, then they all sat around laughing, and Holly started to
giggle.  After about five minutes she began to feel very light headed and
when she tried to stand she fell to the ground.  A couple of the native
women then moved towards her, and met very little resistance as they
removed what little clothing she had on.  Picking her up by her arms and
feet they took a still giggling Holly to a large tree stump and splayed her
out across it.  She sort of struggled but couldn't co-ordinate her muscles,
the headman came over and smiled appreciatively at me then back to the form
below him.  He knelt down and traced the contours of her small but
perfectly formed body, as he did so he licked his lips at the thought of
what was to follow.  Behind me I saw a fire being stoked up, with a sort of
spit erected over it.  On the spit was the torso of the pilot who had been
skinned and cleaned for the evening; the fire was crackling as he roasted,
his juices dripping into the flames.  I had never tasted longpork before
and I wasn't sure if I was fancied eating the pilot.  However it was Holly
that was to be the main course tonight, and I really quite fancied a bit of
her.  I saw Ralph looking at Holly's young body, his eyes slowly moved up
her legs lingered a while at her crotch and then moved on over her taught
belly past her small but firm breasts and then to her sweet face.  Three
chiefs arrived from surrounding tribes and they sat with the headman of the
village, their eyes however constantly flicking over to the supine figure
of Holly.  As the night darkened and the drums began to sound the
festivities began.  As honoured guests, Ralph and I were invited along the
tribal chiefs and while the villagers began to carve up the pilot we looked
down on Holly.  Beside the tree stump a small fire had been burning for
some time onto which a large piece of metal plate had been placed to form a
griddle.  The headman deferring to one of his guests, passed him a delicate
knife.  Taking the knife in his right hand he moved alongside Holly and
almost delicately he rolled her onto her belly.  Taking a firm buttock in
his left hand he slowly sliced through her skin and removed a small fillet.
A small groan was the only sign that Holly knew what was happening.  He
gently tasted a piece of this raw flesh before placing the remainder onto
the griddle.  Retaking his seat he passed the knife to another of the
guests he sat down.  This guest also carved into Holly's buttocks, a small
stream of blood flowed across the tree stump.  The headman explained to me
that it was extremely bad form if the meal died before everyone had had at
least three chances to cut flesh.  At a well performed eating the victim
could be alive for over an hour, and a great deal of meat liberated.  Then
it was his turn, and we watched as he moved to Holly and lifting her onto
her side he slid the knife in just below her shoulder and cut removed a
fillet about six inches long.  Again he bit off a piece before adding the
rest to the griddle.  He turned and passed me the knife.  I walked towards
her, I had considered this moment many times, and with my heart pounding I
rolled her onto her back and parted her legs.  Slipping a couple of fingers
into her I carefully carved away at her pussy opening her up to the
elements.  The chiefs nodded enthusiastically as I tasted her slightly
salty flesh before putting the rest on the griddle.  I passed the knife
onto Ralph with some trepidation, as I knew he was unhappy at what had been
done to Holly.  I needn't have worried he was onto her in a flash and
carving away at her left breast removing it completely.  He nibbled on her
nipple before passing the knife back to the first chief.  The chief then
began to skin Holly's left leg, the tanned skin pealing back to reveal her
firm meat.  Keeping the cuts shallow he removed even more flesh before
passing the knife on.  So it went on for perhaps a half hour or so,
gradually more and more of holly was removed, all the time avoiding the
major arteries that would have killed her.  First her other breast was
removed, and then the flesh from her calves and shoulder.  I had always
been told that there wasn't much meat on a human, maybe but there is
enough. The meat on the griddle was enjoyed, there is an enormous
difference between raw and cooked longpork, and on balance I preferred it
cooked.  However I tasted some of the pilot when he was brought around, and
he tasted awful compared to young Holly.  With Holly unconscious and most
of the major cuts having been removed the knife was run down from her
breastbone to her pelvis and her entrails removed.  These were sorted and
selected parts were also placed on the griddle.  Her liver and kidneys were
cut into smaller chunks, and some eaten there and then, the rest put on to
be cooked.  A type of axe was produced and this was used to free her ribs,
which were then cooked.  Her heart was removed and taken to a gold jar and
placed within.  By now only her head remained intact, the headman used the
axe to remove this from the torso and passed it to the first chief.  I
watched in fascination as he first licked one of Holly's eyes before
sucking it out into his mouth and eating it.  The second chief did the
same; the third enjoyed an ear, as did the headman.  What has once been a
pretty face was now a caricature; I gently nibbled at her lower lip before
passing it on to Ralph who ate the top lip.  The headman then moved over to
the embers of the fire and placed the skull there.  We finished off the
meat that had been cooking and then waited.  I declined the drink that was
brought around by a couple of the native girls, just in case I ended up on
the next menu.  By now I was absolutely full up and couldn't eat any more.
When the headman picked up her skull again he removed the tongue and this
was divided amongst the chiefs.  Then we watched as Holly's skull was cut
open at the top and the chiefs tasted her brains.  This was too much for me
and I had to leave in a hurry and nearly threw up.  Ralph it should be said
thought that they were "interesting, but a little bland".  To think that
Holly had been worried about a few piranha nibbling at her.  When
eventually we arrived back in civilisation we had to tell of the terrible
plane crash and how Holly and the pilot had been burned up in the aftermath
(it was sort of true wasn't it!).  We couldn't say where it was, and the
authorities said it was too dangerous to try to find the wreckage.  Ralph
and I sold our treasures, and banked the proceeds, some of which we have
used to fund our next project.  Just happens to be that we are going back
to a certain little village in the jungle to do some more trading.  We
might not have a Holly with us this time, but we are taking along a couple
of schoolgirls from Oxford, Sabrina and Shelley who won the trip as a
prize. I think there might be an accident on a rope bridge over a canyon
with rushing water.  Bon appetite.