Food For All By LR 1. Mission Delectable As the old moving van entered the village, the pastor and the mayor tried in vain to clear people out of the way. Men and women and children crowded around in ragged clothes, waving and cheering and shouting English phrases like "welcome Americans" and "good day, good day!" Nancy grinned back at all the friendly black faces and shut off the engine. "Can you believe this?" she yelled. Her fellow mission members, Rick and Joanne, shook their heads in disbelief as they climbed from the truck. The three white, middle-aged Americans felt overwhelmed by this surge of welcome from five hundred Africans they had never seen before. A tall bearded African wearing a cross necklace shouted "Mrs. Burnett? I am Reverend Sotu - welcome to our village!" The preacher raised his hand, and after a few moments the villagers quieted so he could speak."I know we are all grateful to the Food For All Foundation!" he shouted, and before he could repeat in Swahili the crowd began cheering again. They chanted "Food For All, Food For All!"As mission leader Nancy did her best to address the crowd. The grownups quieted down long enough for her to read a brief Swahili blessing traditionally spoken over livestock, a prayer which meant "may we consume these animals in the name of God." Of course this was followed by more uproar as Nancy, Rick, Joanne and Pastor Sotu made their way to the back of the truck. Nancy opened the case on her camera and positioned herself to take a picture. 2. Yummy The truck bore the logo of Food For All's Africa project. Joanne unlocked the cargo door and swung it open. A beautiful young woman with long dark hair stepped to the earth, perfectly naked, and Nancy photographed the girl smiling nervously and blinking at the sun. For a moment the crowd fell silent, gazing at the perfect white skin, the bare heavy tits with brown nipples, the sleek limbs and full mouth-watering thighs. The crotch was smooth and hairless.Reverend Scott shook the girl's delicate hand and said "thank you for coming, my dear - what is your name?""Juanita," the nude beauty replied, smiling.And when they heard the soft voice, the crowd erupted in a roar of excitement and delight. Shading its large dark eyes, the girl started waving hello but within seconds people had grabbed its smooth arms and its hair and begun dragging it away from the truck. Nancy took several chaotic shots as men, women and children jostled to reach the girl's body. Dozens of hardened black hands explored the creamy young flesh, tugging at the nipples, slapping the fat breasts, clawing at the crotch, pinching the thighs and belly and rump. The girl struggled to keep smiling through its increasing fear, as a horde propelled it forward.Next a soft-bodied redhead in its mid-twenties emerged from the truck, and had no chance to introduce itself before another mob dragged it away, pawing at its delectable bare flesh. 3. One Two Three "I was planning to thank the girls for donating themselves," Reverend Sotu said with a laugh, "but they'll be dead in a few minutes so it doesn't matter. Were they from your church?""Several women from our church have been shipped to Food For All," Nancy explained, "but the Foundation just buys meat in quantity - we don't really bother about individual animals.""A woman can't choose its destination?" asked Reverend Scott."Once a girl is designated as suitable for eating," Nancy said, "it just goes into the system."Two heavyset local women had tightened loops of rusty baling wire around Juanita, securing its smooth arms and legs. The wire sank deep into the soft flesh. The crowd parted to reveal a bed of smooth stones smoking faintly on a thick steel grid, above an expanse of red-hot coals.Nancy got a nice snapshot of sheer terror on the girl's pretty face. The two women toppled the helpless captive to the ground. Then one grabbed its ankles while the other clutched its thick hair in both fists. They lifted the naked beauty beside the hot stones, and began to swing it back and forth."One!" the crowd shouted. Nancy laughed and counted along."Two!" The girl swung closer to the heat, sobbing and crying for mercy."Three!" The women flung their burden, and the meat landed with a loud plop. Nancy took a picture just as the girl screamed in agony. Its face contorted and it tried to twist its bound body away from the searing rocks. The crowd roared with happiness, and Nancy cheered as she tripped the shutter in her camera.Soon the squirming flesh began to sizzle against the stones. After gradually weakening, the girl went into shock and lay motionless on its back, although its full glistening breasts continued to heave and it gasped for breath. Nancy noticed the delicious odor of cooking meat.A few yards past the barbecued Latina, the redhead lay stretched out on an earthen slab. The girl's throat had already been slit, and the guts pulled from its belly. Laughing, chattering women were chopping and slicing the nude meat into pieces for cooking. "This is such a wonderful thing that you do," said Reverend Sotu. "Most of the time we are lucky to have pork or chicken, and these well-fed white girls taste like food from heaven.""America raises some delicious black girls, you know," Nancy said."Oh yes, I know very well," the pastor answered. "I ate plenty of black girl when I lived in New York. But this white meat is exotic for people here, like something from a magazine."Five more girls were taken from the truck and locked in the tiny jailhouse. The village rarely had electricity for refrigerators or freezers. By storing live girls and slaughtering them one at a time, the town could enjoy fresh meat for weeks. 4. The Hunt Joanne summoned the last beauty from the truck. It was a tall, pretty blonde, lightly tanned, with shoulder-length hair and a firm voluptuous body. Full tits rested low on its rib cage, with thick nipples that tipped slightly upward as if inviting everyone to bite them. The smooth hairless crotch looked plump and appetizing, and there was plenty of meat on the legs and arms.People took turns feeling the girl's flesh, smacking their lips and nodding to each other, but Reverend Sotu would not allow them to take the animal for roasting or butchering. He spoke into the girl's ear, and it answered him with a pretty smile. After a few minutes of flesh-mauling he called for people's attention."It's time for the boys to enjoy their hunt," the preacher announced, and this raised a murmur of anticipation. Half a dozen eager, energetic African boys promptly gathered around the preacher and the nude girl. Three of the older kids, who were ten or eleven, toted scary-looking spears with long steel points. Another boy carried what looked like a barbed pitchfork, although it was probably designed for spearing fish.One of the spear-carriers stepped forward and Reverend Sotu introduced him."Nancy, Rick and Joanne," said the preacher, "this is my nephew, whose English name is Joseph." "It is an honor to meet you," Joseph said, in the same clear English as his uncle."That's quite a weapon," Rick answered with a smile."My grandfather's hunting spear," said Reverend Sotu with a hint of pride. Joseph pulled a carved wooden cap from the butt end of the spear, baring a second blade about four inches long."Wow, sharp at both ends!" Joanne exclaimed."This point is for smaller game," Joseph said, "like frogs and fish and white girls." The blonde pretended to laugh with everybody else, but it looked at Joseph's spear with an expression of dread. Reverend Sotu introduced several more boys, who were all polite to the Americans. One of the spear-carriers was named Abraham, and the boy with the pitchfork called himself Jimmy. They all had Swahili names too, and Nancy was glad she didn't have to pronounce them.They all escorted the naked woman to an alley between two rows of huts. Nancy loaded a fresh roll of film so she could take plenty of pictures. The boys talked excitedly while the meat shifted back and forth on its bare feet."Now, my dear," said Reverend Sotu, smiling into the girl's blue eyes, "the boys here are going to kill you with their weapons.""I thought those spears might be for me," the babe replied, swallowing and trying hard to smile. Its lower lip trembled and tears filled its eyes."I will give you a head start to make it more fun. Now go!" Reverend Sotu turned the girl and slapped its bare bottom. Sobbing, wiping its eyes with its forearm, the nude beauty stumbled at first but then trotted down the alley at an impressive clip. The boys shouted threats after their prey as it disappeared around the corner."Are you ready?" the reverend said. "Go get it!"The boys took off, their sandals slapping against their heels. "I'd love to watch the kill," Joanne said, "but I'll never keep up with a pack of kids.""Not to mention a terrified young woman!" Rick added."We'd probably die before the girl does," replied Revered Sotu with a laugh. "Follow me and we'll take some shortcuts." 5. Kill! Kill! Although they weren't running, the pastor set a demanding pace. Nancy and her friends were soon sweating as they hurried through the dusty streets and alleys and bare yards. Twice they glimpsed the running girl. Lots of people were waiting along the narrow streets, cheering the boys on and hoping to see the kill. After a few minutes, Reverend Sotu and his party emerged between two houses and saw the blonde sprinting toward them. The road was on the edge of town, with jungle on the other side. The girl's soft breasts and sleek, fleshy thighs jiggled deliciously as it ran. Its face looked terrified and Nancy zoomed in for a picture. Some children pelted the animal with pebbles. As it passed a couple of older ladies, one of them stuck out her foot and tripped the young woman. It fell hard in the dust, taking the impact with its elbows, and as it struggled to its feet the boys drew near. One of the spear-carriers threw his short spear, and the blade cut a deep gash behind the girl's right knee. The blonde spun around once, stumbling and howling in pain, with lines of dark blood streaking down its leg. Nancy snapped pictures as fast as she could. With a tendon cut, the naked beauty tried to run but could only hobble comically. Terror showed in its eyes as the hunters finally caught up with their prey, a few yards in front of Nancy and her friends.First Abraham lunged with his pitchfork, and with a smacking sound two points punctured the girl's left buttock. As the steel barbs tore its lovely flesh the blonde staggered, groaning, and that gave Jimmy a chance to shove his spear-point into the woman's lower back, on the left of its spine.The girl pitched forward and its body slapped the earth. It writhed in agony, sobbing, while Jimmy and Abraham twisted their blades deeper into its body. Blood squirted across the white flesh. Other boys kicked the soft limbs and breasts and belly, their faces bright with excitement. Laughing and breathless after the chase, Nancy snapped one picture after another. Spectators hurried over, shouting encouragement. Smaller boys knelt beside the wounded creature and restrained the smooth flailing arms. Joseph approached the fallen girl and stepped on the side of its face with most of his weight. He held the short point of his spear a few inches above his prey, waiting patiently while the blonde head twisted under his foot. At the right moment he stabbed the animal below its left ear, and Nancy heard the jawbone crack. Blood trailed over the girl's white cheek and dribbled from its mouth. For a surprisingly long time, the nude beauty quivered violently against the earth. When the meat finally lay still, staring, the crowd roared in delight and Nancy cheered."All right guys!" she shouted. "Great job!" She snapped a photo of the elated youngsters as they celebrated over their kill. "A fine kill!" Revered Sotu said happily. He hugged Joseph and congratulated all the young hunters. After a few minutes the boys drifted away, still laughing and talking, and women began the real work of preparing meat. Joanne and Rick sat in the shade of the forest and chatted with Reverend Sotu.6. YummyA lean, leathery old lady, who Nancy learned was Joseph's grandmother, knelt beside the fresh corpse, slashed its throat with a short knife, and began cutting into its crotch. Nancy stepped closer to the dead beauty and snapped another picture. Blood poured into the dirt.The short knife-blade clicked softly against pubic bone as the grandmother gouged pink meat from the girl's cunt. She collected a dozen juicy morsels in a wooden bowl, and when she was done she offered a mouthful to Nancy. Nancy smiled nervously - she knew lots of people ate raw girl-parts, but she had never tried it. The old woman grinned at her and said something in Swahili. Nancy raised a ribbon of glistening meat to her mouth, took a careful taste, then chewed it hungrily and gulped it down. "Delicious!" she said, grinning and wiping blood from her lip. "Very good!" Joseph's grandmother talked some more, smiling, and the two of them finished off the raw pussy-meat. Other women carried the limp blonde to the stone slab, which was still smeared with blood from the red-haired girl. The blonde's sleek body bounced and quivered on the stone surface. The villagers began carving creamy white flesh from its thighs, its rump and its arms. Soon the cuts were sizzling on the hot stones and once more the scent of roasting meat filled the air. The soft breasts carved easily away from the chest, like globes of butter, and the women wrapped them in leaves for baking.As the women worked, small children played with the girl's head, rolling it about in the grass. Before long the good meat had all been removed, and the remains were tossed in a pile with other discarded flesh from the butchered redhead. Dogs fought over the scraps, and carried off bones and shreds of soft meat. 7. Time To Eat The Latin beauty had cooked to a golden brown. The women used poles to carry the sizzling roast to a table, where they gutted the carcass, cut off the head, and filled big platters with cooked meat. Before the feast began, Reverend Sotu said a blessing over the girl-meat and made another brief speech to thank the Food Now Foundation.Then people waited in line for meat and sat down at long tables to enjoy it. Nancy and her companions had a wonderful time, and made several good friends. By the time they took their leave and drove away, Nancy's belly was stuffed with delicious girl-meat. She felt drowsy and completely happy. 8. Home Again When she got home two weeks later, Nancy developed twenty rolls of film. She had photos of old friends from Food For All and new friends across central Africa. She had seen mountains and jungles and dilapidated villages. Of course she had also photographed plenty of enticing young flesh - there were pictures of live girls and dead girls, pictures of severed heads and breasts by the dozen and smooth limbs by the score. She got pictures of naked girls being shipped, slaughtered, butchered, cooked and eaten by hundreds of grateful people.On World Mission Sunday, Nancy and Rick and Joanne described their African trip to the entire congregation. "From my diary," Joanne said, "I calculated than the three of us personally distributed seventy-two girls, which comes to more than two tons of meat!"Nancy projected scans of her photographs during their presentation, and she pinned twenty of them on the bulletin board near the church entrance. Best of all, the Food For Now Foundation chose one of Nancy's pictures for a poster. The picture was Nancy's personal favorite: it showed Joseph and his friends standing proudly over their freshly killed girl. The boys looked so exuberant and lively, dancing and posing and grinning. With its delectable flesh gleaming in the sun, the dead animal had one spear-point through its neck, a second spear in its back, and a pitchfork in its round, juicy-looking rump. The poster was nearly four feet across. Large, vivid lettering said "the Food For Now Foundation: Project Africa. Our African Mission is about SHARING. Sharing MEAT. Sharing FAITH. Sharing FRIENDSHIP and FUN!"Amen, Nancy thought. Amen to that.