Happy to be Their Dinner

By DX

Copyrighted 1996, 4/2025, all rights reserved.

Alice struggled to free a nostril from the soft padded floor so she could breathe, then waited patiently for Broome Hilda to take her knee out of her back.  Alice fought the instinct to fight, to rebel, she knew it was useless at this point and Broome Hilda had no qualms about sitting on her all day.

 Alice forced herself to relax and release the stiffness in her body to send the signal to Broome Hilda that she was done with her precursory resistance. She merely chewed on the gag stuffed in her mouth instead.

 Broome Hilda snorted as she wiped the perspiration from her brow and climbed off of Alice, before checking the buckles and straps on the straight jacket and cinching them tight. She was beginning to enjoy her little morning workout with Alice, bringing her back to her days of pro-wrestling and keeping her in that fighting shape. Alice gave her customary twitches of resistance as Broome Hilda strapped her into the wheel chair, but for the most part, this morning's wrestle was over.

 Broome Hilda gripped Alice's jaw firmly, and held her head steady, so she could adjust the straps holding Alice's gag in place. The heavy orderly ran her fat fingers gently, almost caressingly over the heavy leather face plate to insure it covered Alice's lower face properly. Alice was a fighter and a big pain in the ass, but her tiny, button nose and wide, expressive eyes made her irresistibly cute regardless of what expression of defiance she wore. Broome Hilda lightly brushed the tussled hair from Alice's face as she tried to catch a glimpse of her sapphire blue eyes, but the girl wretched angrily from her grip.

 "We have a special treat for you." Broome Hilda spoke as she pushed the wheel chair. "Today you meet your new doctor.” Alice moaned inwardly and started tugging on the straps that held her feet to the chair. She didn't want another doctor poking about in her brain. After all of their radical experiments, pet theories, and bizarre cocktails of drugs, they all came to the same conclusion.

 Alice was incurable.

 As Broome Hilda wheeled her down the hall, Alice could no longer smell the acrid stench of urine that soaked deep in the walls, barely covered by antiseptic. She no longer noticed the mindless wretches wandering the halls, mumbling to themselves.

 She could almost tolerate the orderlies kicking them around, molesting them in the showers.

 It was the sounds that got to her. The lonely, wailing cry of the insane that drove Alice out of her wits. Why couldn’t they just leave us alone?

 Alice squinted as Broome Hilda turned her chair into the office and the bright, early morning light from the unshaded windows streamed in. Alice could see a silhouette of a desk and a figure sitting behind it, rising as if a lady had entered the room.

 Broome Hilda took her place by the door, and dug her latest romance novel from the pocket of her smock, and finding her place, settled in for a lengthy session.

 "Nurse?" The doctor spoke. "If you would, please wait outside." He had a kind, but firm voice.

 Broome Hilda looked up, a little bewildered. "Of course doctor, but procedures with this client state..."

 “I understand those procedures. Alice and I will have a little talk and the session should be over in about fifteen minutes or so." The doctor's voice rang of a man who was accustomed to getting his way.

 Broome Hilda nodded, cast a side look at Alice, and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

 Alice's attention was caught be the sound of the shades being pulled. She watched the doctor walk from behind his desk.

 He was a handsome man of fifty or so with steady brown eyes. He leaned back on his desk, and opened a manila folder casually in his hands. "You've been in and out of here for quite some time, Alice."

 Alice rolled her eyes. She had heard this welcoming speech from countless doctors, countless times and this seemed to be no different. 

 The doctor ignored her expression of displeasure and went on. "Your first attempt was with pills, your second, slashed your arms from forearm to palm." The doctor looked up.  "They nearly lost you that time."

 Alice looked up. This was new. Doctors never brought up the past in the opening speech. This was a trick of some sort. A new technique.

 "Drew a gun on a cop. If his hadn't misfired, he might have just shot you instead of wrestling you to the ground." The doctor flipped a page. "Drank drain cleaner; must have done wonders for your singing voice." The doctor looked up to see the affect of his joke and Alice stared back at him, gagged silent and glaring.

 If she could speak, her voice was coarse and graveled.

 The doctor looked back to his file. "A whole host of other attempts, saved only by bum luck. Your last attempt, you leapt off a thirty-two story building while wearing your mother's wedding dress. The train of the gown snagged on the widow washer's gaff on the thirty-first floor and you dangled from the side of the building, unable to free your self. However, while the fire department mobilized to rescue you, you attempted to hang your self with the train.”

 Inwardly, Alice smiled to herself. She had forgotten the part about trying to hang herself. If the firefighter had not been connected to a safety line when he cut her free, they both would have plummeted to the pavement when she kicked off unexpectedly. Instead, the two dangled from the side of the building. He clutched her with a grip of death as she wreathed and scuffled to break free.

 The doctor closed her file. "I will be honest with you Alice. I don't think there is anything we can do for you."

 Alice eyed him carefully. It was a trick.

 "You've seen a convention of doctors, had a pharmacy of drugs, and been and out of the worst sanitariums in this country.  I would be a fool to believe that I had the magical cure for you." His steady brown eyes settled on her startled face. "You have a death wish." He said opening the folder and looking at the last page.  "And I don't think that increasing the voltage on your shock therapy is going to cure that."

 He looked at her carefully. "What I am about to tell you is illegal. If you tell anyone I spoke to you about this, I will deny it and no one will believe you. I know of a group who would make your life mean something, at least for a few hours, maybe more. A few fiery moments, a bit of pain, and a lasting memory.  You will have your wish."

 Alice could not believe her ears. Was he serious?

 The doctor moved beside her, sliding up a chair. "There is a society," He whispered. "Who have a unique taste in culinary fineries." He moved the hair from her face, exposing the burn scar from were electricity had been forced through her brain. “A group of Nouveau Cannibals and they would enjoy the sweet, succulent taste of a young, beautiful body such as yours. 

 “I have seen girls, decked out and dressed on the spit, rotating over a low fire, glistening with juices and seasonings, having orgasm after orgasm, watched intently by their hungry audience, until they finally drift off. Then they are consumed with culinary master skill and savory passion, to reside, albeit briefly, in swollen, happy bellies." 

 The doctor looked at Alice carefully, insuring that his words penetrated her. "I want you to think about it, Alice. I want you to think about putting a little meaning to your life, even if, for a little while. About giving pleasures to others. Giving the ultimate and final gift: yourself, to an appreciative crowd." He smiled gently, then rose and opened the door. As Broome Hilda lumbered in to wheel Alice out of the room, he smiled tenderly. "Our next session is in two days, Alice.” 

 Alice was limp in Broome Hilda's arms as she was lifted out of the chair and laid on the floor. Alice rolled over to her stomach to allow Broome Hilda easy access to the ring at the back of her collar.

 Broome Hilda was taken back by the lack of resistance as she shackled Alice to the wall. She looked at her carefully as she left the cell.

 Alice sat up and leaned against the wall, feeling the chain in her back, thinking about what the doctor had said. Doctors would lie to you if they thought it would do something. She had to take everything they said with a grain of salt. But if this was a trick she had never seen the likes of it before.

 Alice thought about being eaten, and the thought shot through her with excitement. She didn't want to believe the doctor, yet she had already conceded herself to the flames. Her only reluctance was  she would not be able to watch the diners smacking their lips and hear their sounds of pleasure as they dinned on her succulent meat. She closed her eyes and she could see them tucking in to their meals, smiling, absorbing her nutrients, filling their bodies with her aura, her spirit.

 Alice was startled by a warmth filling her body and she felt an unfamiliar wetness between her thighs. Because of the loads of drugs they had her on, she was unaccustomed to sex or desire. Suddenly, the idea of being eaten was charging her in a way she never imagined. Savory mouths licking her, biting her with stinging pain, feeling herself melt within in them. Being in them.

 She twisted her hips and tensed on her strait jacket, pulling the strap into her clit and she found a sexual spark as she did. She rolled over to her side, and masturbated with fury, wondering how she had never discovered this before. Her teeth clenched tightly into her gag as she came.

 She surprised Broome Hilda as she ate all of her dinner. She was thin, horribly thin from not eating and trying to starve herself, but now she wanted to put some meat on her bones to be the most succulent meal the group ever had.

 She stood under the shower head, her hands cuffed behind her, and felt the hot water roll over her, and she only wished it was butter.

 She pretended she was to be boiled alive and the thought drove her wild with passion. She looked over to Broome Hilda, and saw her with a new light. The orderly was a tall, curvaceous woman with expansive breasts, a girdled waist and a callipygous bottom. She had thick, smooth lips that when she wasn’t frowning, which was almost always, looked very inviting and kissable.

 Broome Hilda was suspicious of Alice's lack of resistance as she dried the girl off. Alice only batted her sweet blue eyes and tilted her head coyishly. As they stepped from the shower floor, Alice dropped to her knees. Broome Hilda expected this sort of behavior and went to haul the girl back up, but paused as Alice nuzzled her crotch, then looked at her with bedroom eyes.

 Alice wasn't much for talking as it hurt her burned throat.  She only smiled gently and nuzzled Broome Hilda's crotch again.

 She watched the big woman's face of confusion and mistrust melt into cautious apprehension. Alice rose when the woman touched her shoulder, then closed her eyes when the woman kissed her.

 Alice was surprised at the softness of the her lips and the passion of her kiss.

 Broome Hilda suddenly was inflamed by a fantasy coming true.

 She broke the kiss long enough to check the hall. It was empty, cleared for Alice's shower time because of the psycho girl's past explosive behavior.

 Broome Hilda went back to her kiss, catching Alice in mid-gasp. Alice shoved her tongue into Broome Hilda's mouth and the big woman sucked on it hungrily. Alice quivered with excitement as she thought of Broome Hilda biting her tongue off and swallowing it. 

 Alice tried to push it in deeper.

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Girl du jour

By DX

Copyrighted 12/2007 all rights reserved. Story may not be used, reproduced in any way without written consent from the Author

 Annette wanted to run away, but the straps that held her fast to the metal frame prevented that. 

 She wanted to cry for help, but the fat, red ball gag pulled tight and deep kept her pleas to only whimpering mews.

 She wanted to wake up from the nightmare she was in.

 But she couldn't.

 Because it was all real.

 She shivered in the stocks that trapped her breasts, her proud and beautiful Double G's, her Gah-Gah’s, that she used to taunt and torment the men of her office. She enjoyed her breasts. She liked the feel of them when she shrugged, as hands caressed them, sizing their roundness, their firmness. Her large, sensitive and suckable areolas could make her orgasm by just playing with them.

 In the lock of the steel stocks, her breasts were round and fat, like balls of dough.

 She was an attractive woman with sharp blue eyes, wet tar hair and soft, kissable lips. She worked to keep her waist flat and then enhanced it with a form fitting corset. Her hips and long legs propped on her four inch heels were enough to cause a car accident as she walked down the street.

 But it was her breasts that got her the looks. She liked watching the expressions of people who noticed them, liked making them a little nervous when she caught them stealing glances. She liked wondering what was crawling through their minds as they stole peeks when they thought she wasn't looking. She loved the way they gained attention when she swept into a room.

 It was one the few joys in her life recently.

 Annette had fallen on hard times and quickly amassed an astronomical debt. She struggled to pay, working long, tedious hours at three jobs, but she was slipping ever faster with no hope in sight.

 It's why she sold them; Her breasts.

 Above her head, poised over her beautiful breasts like the breath of winter, the blade hung precariously, waiting for the push of the button where its spring loaded latch would fire the blade down and with a whisper, her breasts would be gone.

 When she agreed to this, she never imagined it happening. Who could?

 She had thought things couldn't get worse. Her financial problems would just crush her, obliterate her, then he showed up at her door. Dapper and charming, he spoke quickly and confidently and his magical, almost lyrical voice lulled her.

 He said he wanted to harvest her breasts.

 He would pay off all her debts, medical costs, reconstructive surgeries and ten thousand dollars for her trouble. As a sign of good faith, he even paid off one of her credit cards, several thousand dollars.

 She blinked, lost in his words. He left her his card, asking her to think it over, before vanishing into the night. He was gone before she had realized what he had said.

 He wanted to harvest her breasts for an elite and selective club.

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A Good Wife.

By DX

Copyrighted 1997, 12/2024, all rights reserved.

 Jackie clutched her number, letting the woman behind her in line go ahead of her. She watched the butchers working, and timed their progress so that it would be Brenda to wait on her. The women behind the glass counter, their smocks stained with blood, raised and dropped their cleavers with blinding speed, and severed bone and sinew with clean, crisp cuts. 

 Jackie wondered what it would feel like lying on the cold butcher's block.

 She would soon know.

 She fished the letter out of her purse and read it again.  Her fingers felt the raised watermark and the embossed print.  By now she had memorized it.  The medical tests were final and official. She was barren. Her chances of carrying a child to term were non-existent.

 "What'll it be today?" Brenda smiled, calling her over. "We have some fine cuts of veal."

 Jackie didn't bother to look. "Can we talk?" She whispered.

 Brenda looked confused. "Sure." She whispered, not knowing why. "Come on back."

 As Jackie walked to the end of the counter, she eyed the cuts of meat and wondered if they were anyone she knew. She had mixed emotions that day long ago in high school as she stood next to Brenda and all the other girls crowding around to read the posted results. The smart girls got careers, next went vocational, then service and then meat.  Jackie was meat, but she also tested as fertile, a rare trait, and she tested high enough so that she wouldn't simply be cattle. She was sold to a loving husband, with hopes to bear his children. Hopes that dashed with the arrival of the letter that said there had been an error in her first test, and subsequent testing were not positive.

 Brenda lead her to the back room. "So what's with all the whispering?" Brenda whispered.

 Jackie showed her the letter. "I need a favor."

 Brenda read the letter slowly, her lips moving as she did.

 Jackie jumped to the gist. "I can't have kids." Brenda looked confused, not understanding. "I'm useless as a wife and Brian won't take me back to the agency."

 "Why not?"

 "The clod loves me." She moaned, loving him for it. "But the problem is we can't afford to get another wife. We can't even afford me. And Brian wants a son so badly."

 "That and the government check." Brenda pointed out knowing about the government subsidies for any household raising a male child. An important fact in a world where women out numbered the males 21 to 4.

 The planet could not support its 9.5 billion residents. The oceans were dead, polluted beyond recovery. The topsoil had blown away because of over development and excessive farming. Agricultural terrorists took care of what was left, leaving billions of people with only one thing to eat.

 Humans.

 Believing that Men were the root of all problems, feminist radicals released a virus into the air that killed only men, and made births of male children next to impossible; leaving Women to rule a ruined world, with the only solution to quell the starving, riotous population, was to eat them. 

 Women became cattle, milked, and breed, and slaughtered.

 "Here's my plan." Jackie confided. "I'm going to save all of our food allowance until I have enough to buy Brian a new wife."

 Brenda's brow furrowed as she thought. "But then, if you don't buy food, what will you eat?"

 Jackie lifted the hem of her skirt showing her long, shapely leg. "I need you to do me a favor..."

 "You can't be serious!" Brenda gasped.

 "Brian needs a wife to take care of him and bear him a son. I will take care of him until the new wife arrives."

 Brenda ran the plan though her mind. "You mean you want to do this in parts?"

 "I know you can do it. You're the best butcher in the county. You can make me last long enough so that Brian won't be alone before the new wife arrives. He can't care for himself.  It's illegal."

 "But Jackie..." Brenda protested. "I'm not that good. A new fertile wife costs so much. It’s impossible!"

 "Then get me as close as you can. Brenda, right now, legally, I’m meat.”  She held up the letter.  “I no longer have rights as a person.  I’m only sitting here because the State hasn’t the staff to come pick me up.  And if they did, I'd only end up here, or worse, a processing plant.”  A tear rimmed her eye.  “I’m meat.  It’s all I'm qualified for. In the time I have, I want to see Brian get a new wife. I want to give him something special for being the guy he is."

 Brenda chewed her lip. "Okay." She agreed reluctantly. "Wait here. We close in a half hour, we can do it then."

 Jackie felt tears welling in her eyes. "Thank you."

 Brenda turned away, plodding back to her counter as Jackie found herself a seat. Jackie stared down at her legs. Beautiful, shapely twins. She drew an imaginary line a few inches above her right knee.

 "Excuse me, Ma'am?"

 Jackie was startled by the little voice calling to her. She looked up, surprised to see a wall of women, fresh from their graduation. They were naked, bound at the feet and wrists with a leash about their necks to hold them against the wall. They huddled together not for cold, but for shame.

 Jackie suddenly realized that although she had been a wife for only a short time, she had come to regard meat as inanimate objects. For one to address her was not only illegal, but really weird.

 "Excuse me." The dark haired girl at the end spoke. "I couldn't help but overhear. You’re really going to have yourself cut up slowly? I mean, you don't have to."

 "I love my husband." Was Jackie's only defense.

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