This story is based on a transcript Posted by Honda on April 19, 1999 at 05:08:34: to The Anthropophagi Forum In Reply to: Table dancing posted by Nina on April 18, 1999 at 17:53:23:

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I have just bought a new set of tools, a Ryoobi hand-held battery powered drill, a Black&Decker nail gun, and a big table saw. It took me about a year to save up for these pretties, but it was worth it. Finally I can build my long envisioned pig stall to breed pigs like most of my neighbours.

When I first came to Australia, my first impression was that it was very backward culturally and technology wise. However, I soon realised my mistake in judgement, when I discovered a place in the northern part of Sydney. That’s where I live now, and I am very happy here. I bought a relatively small house with a big backyard. There was a run down shed in the backyard and a pretty good garage which I quickly turned into a workshop.

The suburb I live in is called Spit Junction. It is rather small, so there aren’t many shops around. For most of my purchases I usually had to go to the neighbouring suburb called The Spit. There I could buy virtually anything I needed. But what I needed now could not be bought anywhere. I needed someone to test my newly acquired tools. Needless to say, I put an add in the local papers. That night, before I went to bed, I quickly logged on to the internet to check my mail. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any interesting mail, so I checked out some of my favourite fantasy forums. After browsing along for a while a message caught my attention. There was a girl called Nina, who wanted to try out pretty much everything. I replied to her message asking whether she would be interested in helping me test my tools. She replied and told me that it would give her a great pleasure to being able to help me out. I left her my address and inquired where she lived hoping she lived somewhere close by. To my disappointment I found out that she lived in the UK.

A week had passed and no one had replied to my ads in the local papers. I was disappointed, but also too busy to think much about it. It was a very hectic week at work and I had to go to a dance party in the weekend. I enjoyed myself, got drunk and danced all night.

The next morning I was woken by the door bell. I was still very tired and didn’t want to wake up. So I just buried my head under my cushion. However, whoever was at the door was very persistent and continued to ring the bell. It couldn’t be any of my friends. They were all at the party last night and would be still sleeping as well. Who could it be? My relatives were not scheduled to visit me for another week. I couldn’t think of who it could be, but finally I decided to get up since I couldn’t get anymore sleep with the door bell ringing constantly.

So half awake and very grumpy, I walked towards the door and opened it, expecting to yell at whoever it was who dared to wake me this early in the morning. I was greeted with a cheerful ‘Good morning’ from a gorgeous looking girl. I stared up at her pretty face, then slowly gazing downwards at her big firm breast. I was fully awake now. The sight of such a lovely beauty worked like magic. "Hi", she said in a British accent, "I am Nina. Remember me? I volunteered to help you out with your tools." I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This lovely girl has come all the way from the UK just to help me test my tools. "Are you sure you want to do this?", I managed to say, still not believing that this was really happening. Perhaps it was just a pretty dream. It must be. But it couldn’t be. It felt so real. I grabbed her hand to see whether I was just imagining things. It was real, at least she felt real. "May I come in?", she interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in", I said uncertainly. Was she for real or did one of my friends play a joke with me? I invited her into the kitchen and made coffee. I needed it.

The next five minutes we drank coffee in silence during which she just looked at me with a smile on her face. Finally she broke the silence. "I am so happy that you have accepted me to be the first one to try out your tools. I am so excited. When do we start? Where are the tools?" she blurted out. I observed her carefully while she spoke and I could see the excitement in her eyes. She was for real. She is the one who I will entrust my tools to. She will verify whether they are fit to do work with. Yes, she is going to help me test those new tools to make sure they will work properly for when I want to build my own little pig stall to breed long pigs.

I directed her towards my workshop in my backyard. When we arrived she had a look around and touched everything. She was very excited now. "Where is the table saw?", she inquired impatiently. I walked up to her and pulled away the blanked which was covering it. She was standing just next to without realising it. She gasped at the sight of it and excitedly looked me in the eyes and asked "When can we start?". "First I want you to test my nail gun.", I replied.

I go to the corner and look for a suitable piece of wood. After a short while I come back satisfied with my find. I place the piece of wood onto the table and leave for the nearby shelves. There I retrieve my brand new nail gun. I return and show it to her with pride. "This is my new nail gun. Please take off all your clothes. We will test it now." She happily complied and stripped naked throwing her clothes into a basket I normally use for carrying linen canvases.

"Please stand next to the table and place your tits onto the small wooden block." Nina promptly and happily complied. She had to bend down a bit to place her tits onto the block. Then I use the nail gun to nail her tits onto the block. First I place the nail gun onto her right tit and press the trigger. Click. Her right tit was now secured to the block. She looks magnificent. Now I place the nail gun on her left tit and nail it to the piece of wood as well. The block sticks to her tits even when she stands up. This looks great. Better than any other breast bondage that I have seen. She looked down at the piece of wood attached to her tits.

"Let’s continue. Please lie down onto the table." I said. "Are we going to test the table saw now?", she asked excited. "No not yet, I still haven’t finished with this yet." I told her. She was a bit disappointed but stretched out on the table. It's a bit difficult for her, because her breast adornment are in the way but she manages. Then I put the nail gun at her hand and fire the first nail into your left hand. She screams in pain as the nail pierces her hand while her pussy drips wet. I do the same thing to her right hand. Then I tell her to spread her legs and tie them to the table.

Looking over her again I notice that the nails won’t hold for long if she moved violently. It was time to test my drill. I went over to the desk and found my new drill. When I came back I looked her into the eyes and saw fear in her eyes. No, it wasn’t fear of death, but fear that I would kill her with the drill instead of the table saw. "Don’t worry, I’ll use them on your hands and legs to secure you better." She acknowledged my explanation and relaxed. But not for long. She was in immense pain the minute I started to drill into her right hand. That done I drove a big nail into the whole produced by the drill. I did the same to her left hand. Her hands were safely secured now.

I moved down to where her feet where. They were bound to the table, but I wanted to make sure they were really secure. I mounted the drill sideways and drove it into her right foot, and then her left foot. I could hear her scream for a short moment followed by a soft moan. I quickly produced some wire pulled it through the wholes I had just drilled and tied the wire to the table.

It's now time to test my table saw. I quickly mount the blade between her legs and start the engine. It starts up without a problem and her pussy hair whirls around from the pressure it produces. I look into her eyes. There is no fear, only the desire to be cut in half. I lean down and give her one final kiss. Then I push the saw forward. It moves closer to her waiting pussy. It's rotating blade is now only inches away from her pussy. The thought of it ripping through her makes her cum. I can see her wet dripping pussy and I stop the saw. She screams in protest as I pull the saw back. Seeing her wet pussy gave me an erection which is now tormenting me. I need relieve, and I undo my trousers. She quickly understand my intentions and relax as I enter her. Slowly I work up to a rapid thrust. I can feel her coming closer to a climax and so did I. I pulled out and my cum lands splashing onto her stomach. I pull my trousers back up and turn the engine back on.

Her excitement grows. This time there will be no stopping. She knows it, and she is very happy. I start pushing the rotating blade towards her pussy. It's now just in front of her pussy again. She can feel it. Then I slowly push it further forward. It cuts into her pussy tearing it to pieces. She no longer has a pussy. It's gone, however, her orgasm weren't. She kept having one after another while I push the blade further into her. I feel her pubic bone crack under the saw and keep pushing. It's a nice sight. The place in front of the blade, where her pussy had been before is now a gushing little fountain of blood. She is screaming in ecstasy or agony. I can't really tell the difference. Her head is shaking frantically from the right to the left.

As I rupture her belly, her sliced up guts fly up splashing me in the face. I wipe the blood from my face and couldn't believe what I saw. She was smiling at my little accident. Soon the pain returns to her, but in the little moment before I had caught a glimpse of her eyes which told me that she was grateful for what I did for her and that she was enjoying it. I continued to push the saw towards her until it hits her heart. The last I hear from her is a gurgling sound as her heart is ripped to pieces and she is drown in blood.

I quickly saw through the remaining rips until I reach her neck. Then I turn the saw off. Quickly I look around in my old tool box containing non-mechanical tools and find an axe. With one hand I grab her hair while I took aim at her neck with the other and easily slice through it. I place the severed head onto a piece of wood. I'll have to build a little trophy stand soon, I though when I heard my phone ring. Cursing at whoever it was to disturb me now I ran towards the house and picked up the phone.

It was my cousin apologising that he would be late for lunch today. What? Lunch? I thought a little while and the realised that I had invited them to lunch today. I had mistakenly entered the wrong date into my diary, so I thought it would have been next week. What can I make for lunch? I remembered Nina still lying on my table saw in my workshop. That’s it. I’ll prepare what’s left of Nina for lunch. She probably wouldn’t mind, but there was no way she could object now.

I quickly arranged the tables in my dining room and set the table. The plates and cutlery was now in place. All I had to do now was prepare the food. I quickly ran back to the workshop and picked up the axe I had used to chop off Nina’s head and began to chop the remainder of her body into smaller pieces. I tipped over the basket where she had put her clothes in before and emptied it. Quickly I filled it up with chunks of her meat and carried it into the kitchen. After a few runs, I had carried enough meat into the kitchen. I’ll have to clean up the rest later. Luckily it was still winter, the temperature outside was cold enough to not ruin the meat. Had it been summer when it went up to over 40" Celsius during the day, I wouldn’t have known what to do.

Quickly I laid the pieces of meat onto a big plate. I applied some seasoning onto the meat. Some pepper, salt, garlic powder, anything I could find in the kitchen quickly. More or less seasoned I placed the plate into the microwave oven, set it at maximum power and started to cook the meat.

An hour later my relatives arrived. I served them my quickly and hastily prepared meal. They said it was very good. Although they commented that the pieces of meat were cut in a very odd way, the meat was very tender and delicious. Indeed, one of the best meals they ever had they later told me.

This weekend I am finally starting on constructions for my new pig stall. I will have my own perch of long pigs, and I will have enough fresh meat to practice some decent cooking.

Oh, by the way, Nina’s head is now mounted at the entrance of my kitchen with the inscription "First class tester & meal".

Honda