The following story contains adult themes and consensual cannibalism. Anyone who is sensitive to this sort of material should be advised. A Perfect Meal. By Dx Copyrighted 1997 The quiet and delicate air of the pre-morning dawn was roused brutally awake by the growling propane engine of the old bus as it accelerated on grinding gears away from its stop. Its sound, its warmth faded quickly into the dim blue light and into memory. Elsa stood beneath the salmon glow of the gas light, until the last of the mal-tuned engine drowned away, before turning east to face the blushing sky. Her thin flowery sundress tickled her bare knees as the chilling wind swept around her. She checked her instructions on the card they gave her, matching the symbols on the card to the sign standing next to her. Elm St. Go east on Elm St. She paced her walk, not wanting to arrive sweaty or harried. As the sun slipped from the horizon, Elsa bowed her head, keeping her apple cheeks beneath the shade of her sun hat.Her heart was building with anxiety and she found it was motivating her to hurry.But she resisted the temptation. First impressions are best impressions and she wanted to be perfect. After all, who would want to eat tired looking food. The power of the dawning sun filled the houses of the cul- de-sack with yellow light and Elsa had to check the mail boxes of each one, matching the symbols to her card. When it matched exactly, she walked up the grey cobblestone to the front door. She slipped her card into her purse and straightened her dress before handling the gold door knocker, sparkling with sunlight and rapped on the door. She hopped she wasn't too early. She wanted to see the process from start to finish, and help if possible, since it would be her first and last opportunity. Her breath lifted into her throat and stuck there as the door silently, smoothly slipped open. The woman stood at the door, her curly red hair like burning fire in the glare of the sun. Her strong handsome face was offset by her delicate bow lips, kissable and inviting. Her eyes of green and gold roved casually over Elsa's face. "Yes?" Elsa stood with her mouth agape, taken by the moment, the attractiveness of her host, her nervousness of her first impression, she forgot her speel. "Um," She said. The woman smiled. "You must be Elsa." Elsa remembered her manners and closed her mouth, nodding her answer. "Yes ma'am." She said with a quick curtsy. "My name is Elsa and I'm from the Butchery. I'll be your dinner." She felt the words awaken in her memory. "I am U.S.D.A. inspected and graded prime A whole. I am appro...appre...uh" She felt the words slipping in her head. "I'm a good for roasting, boiling grilling, spitting or butcher." She smiled having remembered. "Oh, and I make great leftovers." The woman's eyes sparkled. "I' m Ellen." She introduced herself. "Please come in. Your a bit early." She ushered the girl in. "I have some coffee on, would you like a cup?" Elsa removed her sunhat as she stepped in the doorway. "No thank you, I can only drink water at this stage." "Of course, what am I thinking? Well, I'm getting ready in the kitchen, would you like to wait in there?" "I'd like to help if I can?" "Great!" Ellen lead the way. Elsa stepped out of her shoes, then pulled her sundress over her head, rolling it into a ball and stuffing it into her purse. The shoes, hat and purse were left in the foyer as she slipped into the kitchen al natural. She presented her Butchery brand that had been scorched on her right butt cheek and her Prime A whole stamp on the left cheek. "Is this your first cook out?" She asked. "No, but it is the first when the food comes to the door." "Well, the Butchery genetically insures the best tasting meat and convenience right to your door." Ellen put up her hands so slow the girl down. "Okay, enough of the free advertising, I'm convinced. Why don't you start chopping up the scallions." Ellen pointed to the table and the bag of fresh produce. Elsa looked at the things in the bag, recognizing a few of them. She then looked at the knife on the counter feeling apprehensive about it. She always dreamed of this moment, helping her host prepare her for the perfect feast, but wasn't sure how to go about it. "Um." She mumbled and scratched her head. Ellen looked over. "Is there a problem?" "Well, we're not genetically very smart and I'm not allowed to play with knives." She reached into the bag and held out an Yam. "Is this a scallion?" Ellen smiled warmly, banishing the ghosts of fear that where building in the pit of Elsa's stomach. "No sweetheart, that's an yam. Tell me, do you know what genetic means?" Elsa took a breath and let it roll about in her head. "Um, I guess it means I was born that way." Ellen nodded "Let's skip chopping." She moved over a basket. "These are potatoes and this is a peeler. It should be safe for you." Ellen demonstrated how the peeler worked. "Okay?" Elsa brightened. "Okay!" After a few botched attempts and Ellen's encouragement, Elsa was a pro. She paused as a man came up from the basement. He was lean and strong and reminded Elsa of the men back at the dairy. Elsa rose to her feet and curtsied. "I'm Elsa of the Butchery and..." Ellen cut her off. "That's okay Elsa. He read the brochure." She faced him, kissing him fondly. "Are we ready, Commander?" "Spits ready and so is the rotisserie motor. How are you doing?" "With Elsa, the expert potato peeler, we'll be ahead of schedule." The Commander nodded. "Okay, then I'll keep Anne and Mira out with me to dig the pit and get the coals going." He patted Ellen affectionetly on her bottom and stomped out the back door. Elsa resumed her peeling. "Um, Ellen? The man mentioned a spit, am I to be spitted?" Ellen nodded. "You're not scared are you?" "Oh no!" She exclaimed. "I'm glad. I mean, I know it hurts and all, but a slow roast is the best meat. That's what I worry about. I want to be the best tasting meat ever." "Well, the Commander is very experienced. He does a live spitting. He can keep a girl going for a few hours. It's an ordeal, but it guarantees a good meal." "That sounds wonderful!" Elsa exclaimed. She sat back down and resumed her peeling. When she was done, she washed them and set them aside. "Um, Ellen?" Elsa looked up at her host. "I was wondering, I mean, if we're ahead of schedule and all, if you would like to, Um, sample the menu. I know its not Butchery policy and all, but I was just thinking I won't be awake to see if you enjoy me or not." Elsa looked up, her big, brown eyes carefully regarding her host. Ellen looked at the clock, then at Elsa, peeling off her blouse. "Since I'll be getting a taste of you, why don't you get a taste of me?" Elsa began suckling on the offered breast, enjoying the feel of Ellen's body against hers. Ellen cupped Elsa's apple cheeks and lifted her lips for kissing, feeling the wonderful sensual softness. Ellen dragged Elsa to the living room and laid her out on the soft carpet to make wild love. Elsa screamed as Ellen licked her slit gaining the attention of those outside. The Commander came running in with Anne and Mira in tow, only to laugh at the tangle of arms and legs before him. Elsa forgot her place and reached up, still shuddering from the wonderful, all consuming climax that Ellen gave her, grabbed the Commander's belt and dragged him to his knees. She almost ripped open his button fly and started sucking hungrily on his member. Mira laid on the couch, letting Ellen eat her out while Anne stood in front of the Commander letting him eat her out and within moments, orgasms were abound. Elsa sleepily suckled on Ellen's teat, again rousing her lust. Ellen contemplated whether or not she had another orgasm within her while she stroked the girl's curvatious bottom. And the hallway clock began to chime. "We have to go! We have to get her ready!" Ellen exclaimed and everyone quickly roused like sailors rushing for battle stations. Elsa quickly found herself running in a circle, before following Ellen. "Um, what am I supposed to do?" She asked earnestly. Ellen smiled, pulling the girl close and kissing her delectable lips. "Come this way." With her arm around the girl, Ellen lead her to the table where Mira and Anne and cleared off. "Are you ready?" Elsa found her voice was gone and her mouth dry, so she nodded vigorously. Ellen smiled, fetching a pair of handcuffs from the counter and securing them about the girl's wrists. She then turned her around and kissed her warmly, passionetly, before leaning her back onto the table, letting her shoulders and head lull off one end, her feet and legs from the other. Quickly Ellen lashed her feet and knees firmly apart, leaving little room for moving about. She then took up a chair at the head of the table, lifting Elsa's head into her lap. Ellen kissed her again, lingering on the sensations before forcing the large ball gag into Elsa's mouth and tugging the buckle closed. Anne and Mira began rubbing oil and spices into the girl's skin. Their slick, caressing hands very quickly warmed up her sex, driving her towards another orgasm. Mira was more than obliging as her oil slick fingers gently played with the girl's clit to quickly drive the girl to another orgasm. Elsa watched as Anne laid out her knives. The woman patted Elsa's stomach, drawing an invisible line where the incision would go before making the first cut. Ellen cradled her head, holding her close. She covered the girl's eyes so she would not have to watch the knife plunge into the softness of her belly. Elsa screamed into the gag as the blade cut her open. Her mind thanked the comforting caress of Ellen beside her, cooing and caressing her. It gave her the strength to watch through her tear flooding eyes as Anne retracted open her stomach and began to scoop out her entrails. Pain had flooded her senses as she watched with a numb detachment. In her mind her life was confirmed, she was born and breed for meat, for the pleasure of others. She sighed, leaning her head back into Ellen's lap feeling very loved, her destiny fulfilled. Elsa found herself gasping as the support for her diaphragm was gone. Her steaming entrails were placed in a bowl beside her. Mira moved it away and replaced it with a large pot of stuffing, straight from the stove. She watched as they stuffed her empty body with gobs of it, feeling warmth returning to her. Mira stitched her closed. Ellen continued her cooing and petting as the Commander stripped to the waist. Anne handed him the greased spit. Elsa reflexively tensed, but Ellen's gentle hand caressed the girl's body and legs, getting her to relax. The Commander quickly slipped the end into the warm, recently worked cunt and pushed it up against the cervix. Mira lashed her hot tongue against the girl's clit while Anne began to suckle the girl's breast. "Do you feel it?" Ellen asked her. "It's like a giant cock, isn't it? A big hard cock filling you up." Elsa had been fucked before by the boys at the dairy and she always imagined her spitting to go this way. This pole was thicker than them, thicker than the Commander. It was unyielding and powerful and she drove her hips against it, amazed that another orgasm was building within her. She screamed as it hit her, not even feeling the spit penetrate her cervix wall and begin its long journey within her. Finally Ellen removed the gag. "I feel it coming." Elsa gasped knowing she had only a few seconds left before the spit blocked her wind pipe. "I'm so happy right now." She looked up and Ellen, smiling through her tears. "I love you." Ellen bent over and kissed her. Elsa fought her instinct to panic as the spit blocked her windpipe. She gagged, but didn't break her kiss. She played with Ellen's tongue as long as she could muster before the spit filled her mouth. She sighed in triumph, feeling her breathing resume through the special grove in the spit. The cross piece of the spit was wedged against her cunt and the Commander stopped his pushing. Mira bound the girl's legs to the pole and they lifted her, flipped her over and carried her outside. Elsa blinked as the sunlight hit her eyes. Inside she was boiling with pain and joy. It was a beautiful day for a roast. People were already showing up and were fawning over her, complimenting her and applauding her as she went over the coals. The powerful heat assaulted her. She could feel the sauces on her skin begin to boil as the flames licked her flesh. She roused from darkness, realizing that she had passed out. Ellen was watching her, searching her for signs of life. Elsa wanted to give the thumbs up sign, but her hand's were not responding. She winked instead. Ellen said something to her, but Elsa realized that her hearing was shot and her vison was too blurry to read lips. She winked again instead. She watched as the Commander sliced off her nipple, blowing on it, then popping it into his mouth. He smiled triumphantly, savoring the succulent morsel. Elsa felt a cheer of exaltation arise within her. She felt herself fading in and out, dizzy from the heat and spinning. She watched as Ellen bent directly over the fire and ran her tongue against her sizzling side without being burned. Elsa realized it was an hallucination. She wondered if she was dreaming again as they lifted her from the fire. They laid her out and a large silver platter garnished with all sorts of vegetables, and perhaps scallions, and peeled potatoes. She felt the spit being removed, but she had no voice, only steam came out of her mouth. Ellen was smiling, kissing her still lips. Elsa wanted so much to kiss her back, but could not. Ellen seemed to enjoy it anyway. The Commander had changed and looked more like the lord of a household as he took up a large carving knife and sliced into the girl's thigh. Elsa watched as bits of her floated around on plates to all the guests, but prided herself as she watched Ellen sit down with her plate and take a bite. Ellen rolled her eyes, moaning with delight. She looked up at Elsa. Taking another piece into her mouth and chewing it up, she leaned over and kissed Elsa, letting her get a taste of herself. Elsa faded, gently, dreamily from consciousness, happy and content, knowing she had given them all a perfect meal.