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Amazone's
By: "M" (Anonymous)
Helen rushed through the last rituals of applying her makeup.
Tonight called for her most "daring" face she mused as she applied
her deepest red shade of lipstick. Nervously, she glanced at her
watch, Susan was supposed to pick her up in ten minutes and she
wasn't even in her dress yet! Quickly she blotted her lips and
studied the image in the mirror. For going thirty-five not bad, a
firm chin, just a very slight traces of a few lines around her
eyes and her best feature...flashing green eyes. Squaring her
shoulders she smoothed a few loose strands of her auburn hair back
in place and dabbed on a touch of her Channel #5.
Opening a new pair of panty hose she pulled the stockings up her
long slender legs. "Why did I even agree to this? I don't hate
men, true they can sometime be a royal pain in the ass but "hate"
them...no." Helen's thoughts shifted to Susan as she selected her
best dress for the evening, black was fitting for the occasion.
Her relationship with Susan went back to her old college days.
Those were Helen's rebellious years and she rejected just about
everything that was part of the "establishment". Susan had been
her lover for a short time as Helen experimented with all the
adult emotions she hadn't the time to really understand. Susan
hated men. In spite of a close relationship Helen never felt
comfortable probing for answers of "why". She knew Susan was
engaged once but refused to talk about why it was broken off. On
many occasion Susan made her feelings known on just how useless
men were and how happy she was now that she was free of them.
Hurriedly looking at the clock on her dressing table Helen slipped
of her dressing gown and accessed her body in her full-length
mirror. The mirror reflected the image of a slender, little over
five foot tall pretty (not beautiful) women. Firm breasts and a
shapely rear-end complimented her long slender legs, one of her
beat features. Her shoulder length auburn her fell softly across
her white shoulders complimenting the green of her eyes. "Pretty
good for sunny side of forty'" she said out loud. Slipping into
her shear silk slip she carefully stepped into her black crepe
dress. She had just switched her "essential" beauty potion's along
with a fresh pack of Virginia Slims cigarettes into her matching
evening purse and stepped into her best black shoes when she spied
Susan's Mercedes gliding up to the curve.
Without thinking Helen reached into her purse and withdrew a
cigarette. Holding it between her lips she rummaged in her closet
for her evening cloak just as the doorbell rung. Lighting her
cigarette she hurried into the hall to greet Susan. "Hi", said
Susan brushing into the room dressed in a stunning red strapless
evening dress with slits up to her thighs. "I was going to ask how
the smoking was going but I guess I know," eyeing Helen's
cigarette. Susan a smoker herself had teased Helen about quitting,
betting that Helen didn't have the willpower. Taking a puff of her
cigarette Helen defiantly exhaled and said, "Well at least I try,
you won't even think about quitting hypocrite!" she said laughing
as Susan reached for her pack.
"Oh Susan I couldn't sleep at all last night. I'm not sure I can
go through with this...I mean this is really deep stuff," she
gushed as she flushed and sat down. "Helen there you go again, you
always make so much out of everything. I told you the Amazone has
been in business for over twenty years. The regulars dine there at
least once a month and there has never been any kind of trouble.
Debbie told us that only consenting participants are selected so
it can't be a guilt trip you're on," said Susan somewhat
impatiently stubbing out her cigarette. "I know you're right but I
still can't imagine doing it. To us this is just another dinner
party but to them..." ""That's just it silly they want to be a
part of it, it's their dream, who are you to say it's wrong?" said
Susan glancing at her watch.
"Well look you have to make your decision, it's late and our
reservation is for eight thirty. Make up your mind I'm starving
and they won't hold our reservation," said Susan now openly
annoyed at Helen's last minute doubts. Helen thought about
actually eating long-pig. Her and Susan once talked about it after
watching some screwy movie about some airplane crash in the Andes
but never dwelt on the subject. Just about six months ago Susan
had stopped by the office for lunch. She was all excited about
some exclusive dining club she joined. Over drinks later that
evening Susan had rambled on about her experience. Wide eyed and
flushed with excitement she described her dinner at Amazone's.
Speaking in hushed whispers she described how the live long-pig
was paraded through the dining room on a garnished platter on his
way to his own butchering.
Susan told her how the group listened to the sudden pleadings of
the "roast" cut short by the loud thump of a large wooden hammer.
Soon afterwards the guests were treated to the spectacle of a
fully dressed; whole long-pig spitted for roasting over an open
charcoal pit. She talked in great detail, describing the sights
and smells of the evening. The heavy aroma of cooking meat, very
muck like pork but different. The sight of the carcass slowly
rotating on it's spit the crackling fire and the hiss of the
melting fat as it fell on the coals. Susan dwelled on her first
experience tasting the forbidden meat. Staring down at the
steaming filet on her plate. Inhaling the strange yet familiar
aroma of the meat, feeling her mouth beginning to water in
anticipation. Watching the red and clear juices ooze from the
meat. Her first tentative stab with the tines of her fork.
Positioning her knife for the first cut and feeling the blade cut
effortlessly through the tender meat. Forking a bite sized piece
of meat to her lips. Chewing slowly, savoring the delicate flavor
of the juicy meat...finally swallowing. Watching the white clad
serving women expertly carve the cooling carcass to order.
Listening to the typical table clatter and diner's chatter
praising the meat and Amazon's in general.
Listening to Susan relate her experiences in such graphic detail
that evening had aroused Helen. She couldn't help but imagine what
the meat would taste like. How would she react to witnessing a
full-grown man turning lazily over a hot charcoal fire? The smell
of fresh roasting meat, not animal flesh but human. Would the
spectacle arouse her appetite or disgust her? She honestly didn't
know.
Snapping back to the present she declared her intentions, "Susan
you're right I am too cautious, I'd love to dine with you this
evening and I'm looking forward to some fresh, tender long-
pig...let's go!" Helen said grabbing her wrap and swinging it
across her shoulders. The two women briskly walked towards Susan's
car anticipating the night's adventures ahead. Susan manuvered the
car through the crowded down-town traffic crushes. Smoking and
talking the two women avoided any further conversation about
dinner, which had already been decided. Soon the crowded center
city streets were behind them as the car gathered speed for the
run high into the less traveled mountain roads.
After what seemed like hours Susan pulled in to large well-
maintained parking area. The night was very dark and the parking
lot's only two lights were facing towards the building. "It seems
so secluded, almost mysterious," said Helen stamping out her
cigarette as they walked to the door. "Think about it Helen, you
couldn't put this "kind" of a place downtown main street now could
you," she snickered arranging her skirt in a vain attempt to cover
some portion of her thigh. The two walked in silence with only the
sound of their high heels on the graveled surface. A heavy oak
front door was the main entrance and both women entered a subdued-
lighted hallway. The interior was plush, heavy gray carpet over
polished oak floors. Two massive fireplaces at each end of the
room were burning merrily. The furniture was tasteful and
obviously expensive. A striking hostess dressed in a white satin
evening gown greeted the new arrivals with a polished smile.
Holding out a well-manicured hand she walked to Susan, "Hello
again Ms. Jefferies, so nice to see you back again so soon,"
smoothly taking her wrap and guiding her to a seat on the plush
couch. "I see you brought the guest you mentioned, so nice to meet
you Ms. Dahl," she said holding out her hand. Obviously one just
doesn't drop in to the Amazone for a quick bite mused Helen,
responding to the greeting, "Why thank you, Susan has said such
wonderful thing about this place I just have to try it." "I hope
we meet all your expectations Ms. Dahl, perhaps you would prefer
to wait in our lounge while we prepare a fine menu for your dining
pleasure." "That's just what I had in mind Linda," said Susan.
"Yes, if I may suggest a nice glass of wine before dinner, we have
an excellent cellar here," she said turning to Helen.
Linda led Helen and Susan to the lounge. The room was impressive.
Again the use of heavy oak provided a comfortable setting. The bar
itself was not the focal point of the room. Exquisite use of
antique furniture combined with stained glass rounded windows was
the setting which caught you eyes. Mauve carpets set off with deep
gray fabric on the room's pieces appealed to the feminine
clientele, which after all were Amazone's primary customers. Helen
lit her cigarette and studied the surroundings. Amazon's was
clearly an up-scale establishment. "I bet the prices are not on
the menu," she snickered flicking the ash form her cigarette.
"Tonight's my treat, said Susan exhaling a cloud of smoke towards
the ceiling. But you're right no prices on the menu, she laughed.
Unobtrusively a pretty young waitress placed a silver tray of
canap‚s and silently withdrew. Tentatively Helen inspected the
tooth-picked canopies. They looked like meat of some kind but
Helen thought it gosh at that point to ask the waitress. Leaning
towards Susan, in a lowered voice she asked, "What do you think
they are?" Susan broke out laughing, "Oh come on Helen, what do
you think they are...or more to the point were?" "Well I'm not
sure...they look good but what if they were...well," stuttered
Helen. "Human? Well guess what sweetie you're not at McDonalds,
there is a good chance they're long-pig, why don't you taste one?"
challenged Susan picking up a nugget and popping it into her
mouth. "Mmm delicious, some kind of a liver pate," mumbled Susan
talking with her mouth full. Hesitantly Helen reached for one.
"Well here goes If I eat this I'm formally a cannibal," she mused
to herself. With Susan scrutinizing her every move Helen raised
the hors d'oeuvre to her mouth. The meat's flavor literally
saturated her taste buds, it was delicious. Spiced with some
combination of herbs and seasonings (some of which she could
discern) the liver itself was tantalizing. The meats flavor was
subtle as compared to beef liver, yet unmistakably liver. Helen
swallowed the tasty aperitif and reached for a second. "This is
really good, I don't think I've ever tasted a pate this delicate,"
said Helen. "I think you can safely say you haven't tasted it
before," snickered Susan pausing to light a cigarette. Inhaling
coyly, she jokingly rolled her eyes towards a buss-boy licking her
lips and smiling hungrily. "See that wasn't so bad now was it? I
told you, I've found men a lot more satisfying as my dinner entree
than as a companion," said Susan snatching a particularly large
hors d'oeuvre. "And to think all the years I never knew how good
they really are," chirped Susan as she pooped the meat in her
mouth and bit down with a vengeance.
"This is so weird. I just can't believe that I ate some person and
I don't feel bad about it. I mean it was really good. Am I some
kind of a monster? No, I'm a cannibal...a real cannibal and it's
great!" said Helen shaking her head in amazement. "Well slow down
honey, snickered Susan, the best is yet to come. REAL cannibals
get to know their dinner before they eat them. My favorite entree
is the "Cock-Loraine" or fresh stuffed cock. I like my meat up-
front and personal. Choosing a cut of roast rump off the spit is
one thing, personally choosing some guy's cock is another. I
really get off watching them as they're lined up for our
selection. They never look you in the eyes; they just stare at the
floor hoping you pass them. It's really a thrill to see how they
react when you stop to look at their cock, pinch it, heft it for
weight...it's funny. It's almost like they can feel your fork
sticking them right then," laughed Susan. "Oh God Susan! Are you
serious? You mean they have to line up and show you their cocks
and you inspect them like hot-dogs at the grocery. How
humiliating, one happens when you choose one?" asked Helen
obviously stimulated at the thought.
"Well let's just say the "long-porker" is in for a very big
surprise. All the long-porkers have cock-rings on to keep them
hard for the selection. Once you've selected one for your dinner
the hostess snaps a very tight constricting band on it...to keep
the blood in after they're cut. Then it all happens very quick,"
said Susan making a slicing motion and laughing. "Oh those poor
guys having their dicks cut off and cooked for someone's dinner.
It must hurt a lot," said Helen. "I'm sure it does but not for
long. All the "cut" long-porkers end up on the spit, grill or the
oven that night. It's the ones that don't get selected that are
really in trouble. They usually end up as sausage or ground meats,
that can't be much fun either," voiced Susan as she sat smoking
her cigarette. "This is really starting to get exciting, I admit
Susan I had my apprehensions before we came but now...thank you
for asking me. I agree with you, I want my meat to know where he's
going to, I'm going to order that "couclle" oh you know the
stuffed cock," laughed Helen.
Just then Linda glided to the table, "excuse me ladies but your
table is ready if you would care to follow me to the dining room."
"We're ready too Linda, I'm starved how is the selection for the
Cock-Loraine tonight?" Linda responded with a wry smile "yes that
is the house specialty, speaking for them, very good madam, we
have at least eight well hung long-porkers eager to offer their
meat for your dining pleasure." "Is there any "dark" meat tonight?
" chuckled Susan. "My, Madam must be hungry," responded Linda
without breaking a smile. Helen's eyes had just begun to adjust to
the dim light of the main dining room. This room was even more
ornate then the others she'd seen.
Rich draperies and plush carpets and marbled fireplaces topped by
cathedral windows and ceiling. In the center was a long charcoal
pit, Helen's eyes snapped to the pit. For a moment she wasn't sure
what she was seeing was real. Spitted over the pit was a young,
whole roasting male long-pig. As her small group walked closer she
could make out the long chromed shaft piercing him completely.
Hung between two barbecue stations the spit penetrated his ass and
exited his mouth. Having made many a beef roast herself Helen
judged the meat had been over the coals for some time. His flesh
had turned to almost a chocolate brown in color. In some placed
his skin had split and melting fat was dripping onto the hot
coals. One of the cooks was basting him with what appeared to be a
honey and butter base sauce. Occasionally she stuck a meat fork
into the meat checking for doneness. As they walked by Helen's
fascination with the roasting male was met by an invitation from
the attractive cook, "would you care for a little taste," she
smiled speaking to Helen. "Helen was startled for a moment,
composing herself she said, "Yes I would, just a tiny sliver of
the rump if you please," shocked at herself and her brazenness.
Picking up a large carving knife the hostess expertly sliced and
forked a thin slice of the turning long-pig's rump onto a napkin
and smiling handed the steaming meat to Helen.
"Mmm smells so good, thank you very much," said Helen blowing on
the meat sliver as she laid it on her tongue and began to chew.
"To your liking madam?" inquired the Hostess. "It's so tender and
juicy...very good," said Helen savoring the lingering taste of the
meat she had just eaten. Linda led them to a fine table
strategically placed to allow maximum view of the room as well as
a view of one of room's fireplaces. Taking her seat Helen thought,
"well I guess that does it, I really am a cannibal now. Eating a
piece of meat from some unknown origin and being told it's human
is one thing. Watching as the cook slices a piece off human rump
roast and then eating it is something entirely different." Susan
interrupted her musings, "well how was it?" she asked.
"Wickedly delicious, I can see how easily it is to "acquire" a
taste for this," said Helen. Nervous at her own indulgence Helen
reached into her purse, "is it permissible to smoke?" Before Susan
could answer Linda leaned over with a lighter and said, "Of course
madam, this is Amazone's, whatever pleasures you". Linda then
handed each woman a gold embossed linen menu. "If I may, I should
point out that in addition to our excellent menu selections we
have a special this evening...Cock-Lorain. We are fortunate to
have an excellent selection of fresh cocks this evening. The meat
is fresh, on-foot and cut to order. Flamb‚ed tableside it is
prepared to your taste. The cock is cut stuffed and cooked on a
very hot skillet, seasoned in garlic butter along with spring
carrots and button mushrooms. The three stuffing choices are:
sharp Vermont cheddar cheese, ground mountain oysters, stewed in-
sack with a light basil sauce or heart of cooked carrot marinated
in a red Italian wine sauce. You may of course have the mountain
oysters as a starter or served with your dinner. Shall I freshen
your wine, or would you prefer to make a different selection?"
asked Linda.
"Mine is fine, thank you Linda," said Helen. "One question Linda,"
said Helen, "how does one choose the cock they want or do you just
get one?" "It is Madam's choice, you can rely on me to make your
selection or personally inspect the "porkers" and have it cut
then, to your order." "What happens to them after their cock has
been cut off?" asked Helen, musing to herself how utterly absurd
her last statement would have been just hours ago. "Oh not to
worry, they're almost always used on the serving line that
evening. Most end up roasting whole on the spit or in the oven. A
few get ground up for sausage patties if they're not chosen in the
next couple of days at the most," said Linda. Looking at both
women Linda said, "do you need some time to study the menu, or may
I answer any questions you have?" Taking a puff of her cigarette
and exhaling Helen said she was ready, looking inquisitively at
Susan. "It's really no decision at all," said Susan. "I've had the
Cock-Lorain it's simply delicious. I'll have that for my dinner,
oh yes I will select the meat myself," smiled Susan. ""Does Madam
prefer the mountain oysters as an appetizer or served with
dinner?" asked Linda. "Mmm and appetizer, and oh yes I do want it
stuffed with a nice sharp cheddar," said Susan.
Turning towards Helen Linda asked, "And you Madam, have you made
your selection?" "Yes I have Linda, I think I'll have the same,
the Cock Lorain but I would like his balls...oops I mean "oysters"
ground, and. well you know. "And will Madam be selecting this
evening entr‚e, smiled Linda. "Yes thank you I will Linda," said
Helen as she coyly exhaled her smoke towards the ceiling. "Then it
will be my pleasure to display the very fine selection of male
meat we have for your dining pleasure. If you would please follow
me to the preparation area," said Linda in her almost musical
voice. Both Susan and Helen followed Linda as she crossed the main
dining room and entered a very large pantry area. The pantry
consisted of two very large butcher blocks, a wide expanse of work
counter areas everywhere you looked and below the counter rows of
4X4 animal cages.
The light in this area was much brighter than the dining room. As
Susan and Helen's eyes were adjusting Linda clapped her hands and
two assistant cooks began opening selected cages. Soon a line of
naked male long-pigs was beginning to form down the pantry's hall.
Helen scrutinized the porkers. All the "entrees" were wearing some
kind of a harness on their cock, which extended beneath their
balls. The harness was cleverly designed to elevate the organ
horizontally for inspection purposes. Their erect penis' had been
manually stimulated and then tied off to maintain their erections.
Helen noted that all of them were scared out of their minds. The
long-pigs knew that having been included for the line-up, and
possibly selected, could mean their cock ending up sizzling on a
hot grill as someone's main course for dinner.
Helen's emotions fluctuated from amazement, that she was
here...actually doing this, to power. Never had she felt such
power, a word form her and one of these strong, healthy male's
cocks would be sliced off, cooked to her order and served. Without
exception none of the males dared look at the women as they were
being inspected. Each of them prayed to be passed by although
those hopes were inevitably futile. Meat they were and it was just
a matter of time, a short time in fact until butchering.
"Linda, what should I look for when selecting my um, dinner?" said
Helen nervously. Linda motioned Helen to one of the long-pigs and
grasped his cock. "Actually tastes differ, but I prefer a medium
sized, white male's cock. The meat should be firm but not too
knobby," she giggled. "I think the most appetizing are the plump
ones like this," she said squeezing the long-pig's cock. "See this
one also has good sized balls which will cook up nicely for your
stuffing." Clearly the male was now terrified. Shifting his weight
ever so slightly he squirmed under Linda's grasp. Hoping against
hope she would release him and they would continue down the line.
He could not help but notice the two empty serving platters on the
block along with a medium sized carving knife. Swallowing
nervously he chanced a quick peek upwards.
Helen tentatively reached out and gently pinched his cock. The
long-pig could smell the perfume in her hair as her hand moved
down to his balls. She was pretty he thought, perfect smile, nice
eyes and white teeth. He could not stop himself from thinking,
"would those teeth close on me?" "Hmm, yes I see what you mean
Linda," as she fondled the cock of the next porker in line.
Comparing the two Helen said, "This one seems a little more tender
too, and it doesn't have all those veins running through it," she
giggled. By now the long-pig was trembling with terror, throwing
caution to the wind he looked up, staring straight at Helen.
Immediately Linda cuffed him on the side of the head forcing him
again to bow his head.
Lowering her voice to a whisper Helen spoke, "Linda if I don't
choose him will he be okay for awhile?" "Linda smiled and said,
"Madam, this piggy is going to be on someone's dinner plate
tonight. I can assure you he will lose that (pointing to his cock)
before eight o-clock tonight. So you see, it's yours or someone
else's dinner plate." Speaking louder now Helen said, "Very well
then, I'll have this one," slowly releasing her hold of the male's
cock. As she spoke he turned white with horror. No sooner did she
announce her decision then two assistant cooks appeared, quickly
stuffing his mouth with a tight plastic ball-gag. Realizing it was
now only minutes until he was castrated the long-pig tried
desperately to free himself of his captors. The two female cooks
had no problem however dragging him to the block
Linda readied the utensils on the block for the selections. Susan
had selected a tall blond well-hung porker with a huge cock for
her dinner. Helen's selection was white with fear as it was
obvious he was to be the first prepared. "Would madam like to
watch the cutting?" cooed Linda. Helen looked at the terrified
male as the two cooks hefted up onto the block. The tie around his
feet prevented him form kicking but he squirmed furiously as they
positioned him for butchering. His eyes caught hers and pleaded
for help, "Thank you but no, I think I'll just finish my wine
before dinner." Staring directly at her soon to be meal Helen
said, "I'm looking forward to that (staring at his erect cock) at
dinner," marveling at her own new found cruelty. Susan called to
Helen, "Hey wait for me I think these two (pointing to the cooks)
can handle this entr‚e just fine," as both ladies headed back to
their table.
Talking to the cooks Linda said, "Get these two cut, oh yea, the
brunette wants this one stuffed (pointing to Helen's porker) with
ground balls.I'm going back to the lobby it's a real madhouse
tonight." "Okay Linda, have fun. Turning to the shivering long-pig
on the block the cute blond cook picked up the carving knife.
Let's see.Hmm.this will be an easy one," she said as she stretched
the cock away from his body. "Won't hurt a bit Piggy," she chirped
as with a few sweeping motions of the blade she expertly cut his
cock and balls off.
The long-pig instantly went into shock as he was forced to watch
his severed organs unceremoniously dropped into the sink. "These
are beauties," remarked the second cook as she began washing the
meat in cold water and trimmed off excess skin. She then sliced
the testicles off and slit the ball sack. Squeezing the balls onto
a cutting board she seasoned them with herbs and spices and
chopped them to a fine consistency. The poor long-pig watched in
horror as his former cock was scraped and trimmed for cooking. The
chopped balls were stuffed back into their sack and seasoned with
a light basil sauce. These would be stewed as the cock was
cooking. Finally the cook expertly sewed the ends of the cock
closed and placed the meat on a tray ready to be delivered
tableside for cooking. "Okay Mister you're next," said the cook
moving towards the second terrified dinner entr‚e.
Back at the table Susan and Helen made small talk, sipped their
wine and smoked. Both were eager for dinner to arrive. "I'm
famished," said Helen finishing her cigarette and stubbing it out
in her ashtray. Looking over the table she watched as a women
eating dinner. The women sliced off a piece of meat, dipped it in
a silver sauce cup and forked it into her mouth. Trying to make
out what she was eating Helen focussed on her plate trying not to
stare. The second slice proved her suspicions, clearly she saw the
outline on the plate. "So another "porker" had given his all," she
mused. Just then a very attractive young women came to the table
pushing a cart. The cart was a self-contained cook stove.
Especially designed for the sole purpose of flamb‚ing meat
tableside. "Hello my name is Carol and I will be your cook
tonight," she said with a smile. "Thank you Carol, we're
starving," chirped Susan. "We can't have our guests starving,"
laughed Carol as she removed the lids of the two silver serving
trays. Carol stared at the severed cocks, butchered and ready for
cooking. The order slips indicated both were to be stuffed. A
small silver cup on one of the trays held the ground balls
stuffing mix while the other was to be stuffed with heart of
carrot.
Lighting the two burners Carol placed pats of spiced butter in the
pans. Positioning Helen's meat for stuffing she picked up two
oddly shaped spoons and held one side of the cock tightly using a
large silver tong. "These look lovely, I'm sure they're going to
be delicious," said Carol. "Turning towards Helen Carol asked,
"And how would Madam prefer her meat cooked?" asked Carol. "I
think medium rare Carol thank you," said Helen watching in
fascination as Carol began forcing the stuffing into the meat
tube. Carol forced almost all the stuffing into the cock which had
noticeably "plumped" as a result. Picking up a pan she swirled the
melted butter on the surface evenly. The stuffed cock needed to be
on the grill longer to cook thoroughly, so Carol attended to that
one first. Using her tongs Carol placed the meat in the pan. The
cold meat sizzled as it contacted the cooking surface. A small
cloud of fragrant steam rose above the pan. Several diners turned
at the sound, smiling when they saw the origin.
Involuntarily Helen licked her lips in anticipation. "Shame on
yourself Helen, she mused to herself. Here you are hungrily
waiting for some poor guy's cock to be cooked for your dinner and
you're mouth is watering at the sight. You really have turned
carnivorous haven't you girl?" she thought to herself. Seasoning
the meat Carol then added button mushrooms and spring carrots.
Expertly Carol turned the meat to insure it was cooking evenly.
Turning her attention to the second larger piece of meat, Carol
buttered the carrot heart and expertly slid it into the urethra.
Some light seasoning and the meat was soon sizzling merrily along
side its partner as Carol spooned the melted butter over both
cocks.
"Mmm they smell delicious, cook mine extra rare," said Susan
before Carol had a chance to ask. As the three ladies chatted
Carol occasionally turned or seasoned the cooking meat. Finally,
Carol stuck a meat fork into the Helen's dinner and declared it
done. Reaching over for a china plate embossed with the gold
initials of the restaurant. Carol forked the meat onto a bed of
rice pilaf. Carefully she covered the meat with the cooked
mushrooms and carrots. Sprigs of parsley along side the meat and
Carol ceremoniously placed the plate in front of Helen. "Would
Madam prefer some ground pepper on her cock," asked Carol holding
a long oaken pepper grinder. "Mmm yes, just a touch," answered
Helen placing her napkin in her lap, clearly eager to begin
eating. Helen looked down at her dinner. The meat had been cooked
to a golden brown. The heat had expanded the stuffing, forcing
small puddles out of each end. Helen could smell the rich aroma
wafting off the plate as she readied her knife and fork. By now
Susan's meat was cooked and Carol was preparing the plate.
Somewhat more pinkish in color Susan's meat was covered with the
mushrooms and carrots and laid on it's bed of rice.
Carol finished seasoning to Susan's taste and said, "will there be
anything else ladies?" Susan answered anxiously wanting her to
leave so they could eat, "no, not for the moment Carol, and thank
you for preparing this delicious meal," Carol positioning her cart
for removal said, "Enjoy" and silently left. Both women now
eagerly began their dinner. Picking up her fork Helen hesitantly
placed the tines halfway up the head. With just the slightest
pressure the fork penetrated the cooked skin with a slight popping
sound. Carefully Helen stroked her knife and the meat fell away
with a small wad of stuffing attached to it. Forking the meat and
stuffing into her mouth Helen took a few tentative chews. The meat
was decadently good, tender and lean. Helen's trepidation's
vanished with her first bite. Now she sliced off the remaining
portion of the succulent head and forked it into her mouth.
Chewing rapidly she marveled at how truly delicious the meat was,
how she had waited so long and why others did not know of this
wonderful culinary experience.
Likewise Susan was busily devouring her dinner. Talk was suspended
and all that was heard was the typical clatter of silverware and
eating noises until both women satisfied their initial hunger of
the forbidden food. With just about half of Helen's dinner eaten
she spoke, "Oh Susan I've never tasted anything this good, so
tender, it just melts in your mouth," said Helen staring at the
next piece of meat on her fork waiting to be chewed and swallowed.
"I knew you'd like it, the first time I tasted it I thought at
last something about men that's good," laughed Susan slicing off
her next bite of meat. Talking and eating the women consumed their
dinners. Helen glanced at the remaining meat on her plate, just
about a bite or two left. Good manners required she not clean her
plate like a starved wench at a workhouse.
"Oh what the hell, let them tsk tsk me," she said to Susan as in
two bites she finished the last of her meat. "Oh God I'm stuffed
said Susan," leaning back in her chair and rolling here eyes. "I
can't eat another bite," she said pushing the last of her cock to
one side of her plate. Would you like to finish this one?" she
said absentmindedly forking the meat. "Thank you Hon, but I'll pop
if I eat another thing," said Helen draining the remaining wine in
her glass. Carol breezed over for the umpteenth time asking if
everything was satisfactory and if Susan wanted a doggie bag.
Refreshing the wine goblets she quietly left yet again. Helen
reached into her bag and withdrawing a cigarette offered one to
Susan. "Mmm.. Thanks," said Susan leaning over to light her
cigarette. Both women sat and smoked for a few minutes, savoring
the aftermath of that fantastic dinner as they slowly began
digesting the wonderful meal.
"Well I can truly say he should take comfort in his sacrifice was
not in vain," laughed Helen. "That was the best cock I've ever
had, and I've had them many ways," snickered Helen. "I bet never
medium rare," said Susan coyly exhaling her cigarette smoke out
the side of her mouth. "Shall we go to the powder room to repair
the damage, I have to fix my lips," said Helen. "Sure, I'll powder
my nose and pee," snickered Susan. Together they headed towards
the ladies room. Passing through the main dining room Helen
watched as the cooks basted a whole roast on one of the spits.
Drawing closer she looked at the face of the long-pig grimacing in
pain. Although covered with barbecue sauce and distorted by the
apple stuffed in his mouth Helen could make out the face of her
selected donor. The poor thing was still alive as it struggled
helplessly to free itself from the spit and the awful relentless
heat. The heat had not yet started cooking the flesh although it
was very close to it. Helen thought she saw a spark of recognition
in the rapidly dimming eyes. Passing by she stopped to chat with
the pretty cook, "he looks beautiful, and delicious," said Helen.
Leaning over Helen whispered in the ear of "her" long-pig, "you
were absolutely delicious, I ate the whole thing," she said with a
wry smile as she licked her lips. "Thank you, would you like a
taste when he's ready?" asked the cook. "No thank you, I think I
know how good he tastes," said Helen as she followed Susan into
the ladies room thinking about her next visit to Amazone's.