Ultimate Meal by QuestionMark It was their ultimate fantasy. The coin had been tossed. Cindy had won. That was why she was now laying strapped to the special table they had constructed - - a labor of love in which they had both taken part, planning for this day, this event. They had studied the manuals together, planning each step, agreeing on procedures, constructing contingencies. And now, the time had come. First a description of the happy couple. John is a robust man in his mid-forties, handsome, virile, yet sensitive to his lover's needs and open to new ideas. He has blond hair, still thick on his head and elsewhere, weight well distributed on his 6-1 frame, and a large cock. Cindy is a 5-8 brunette of 25 years, and as healthy a specimen of American womanhood as you are likely to find. Though not a vegan, Cindy has limited her meat intake for health reasons, and in general has taken very good care of herself. She is beautifully proportioned with breasts just large enough to look like the belong on a woman of her size. She has large brown eyes and a sensuous, expressive mouth. The couple appears deeply in love. Cindy worships John, and John positively dotes on Cindy's every whim. "Are you ready, darling?" "Yes, my love. Do it now." Cindy had felt the spinal take hold moments before, and she was now completely numb below the waist. She had been a nurse, he a doctor before they had left society far behind to live out their days in the mountain retreat they had spent so long preparing for this event. Lying on her back, Cindy looked up at the mirror as John selected the instrument with which he would begin the fulfillment of their dream. She watched, awe struck, as he picked up a razor sharp scalpel and pressed it to the flesh high up on her thigh. She saw the skin compress under the blade, just for a moment, and then the surface tension broke and the shiny blade dipped deep into her flesh. Blood followed the blade, welling up and running down the side of her thigh. She watched, fascinated, as the blood kept coming, increasing as the blade drew itself through her thick thigh flesh. She watched as the blade nearly circumnavigated her thigh, just missing the femoral artery...he was not quite ready to cut that yet. He had cut her all the way to the thigh bone most of the way around her left leg. Now, would come the bone saw. Even with the spinal, the sound of the saw cutting her thigh bone created an incredible feeling. She fainted. "Cindy? Wake up honey. It's all done." John was gently shaking her awake, alternating this with some smelling salts under her pert little nose. Her eyes opened and she looked up into the face of her lover, his smile telling her that the operation had been a complete success. "You'll have to rest a while, but everything went fine. Fortunately, we both have the same blood type, so I was able to replace most of what you lost in the surgery with a combination of my blood and the stuff we took from you and put into storage." "Let me see it." Gently, so as not to disturb her bandages, John helped Cindy sit up. There, on a gleaming silver tray next to the bed, was her beautifully shaped left leg, neatly severed at the hip, cleaned of the blood which had poured from the end when it had been amputated. "I'm going to go hang it up in the cooler to age, and then come back and see how you are doing. I've given you something for pain and some antibiotics in your I.V. Rest now, and I'll have you awake in a little while." As Cindy succumbed to the drugs John had given her, he forced the sharp point of a meat hook through the flesh of Cindy's severed appendage just between the Achilles tendon and the ankle bone. Lovingly, he lifted the leg and carried it to their walk-in cooler, hanging it on a chain in the center of the room. On one side was a butcher block table with several meat saws, cleavers, and butcher knives hung on pegboard just above. With the leg safely hung, John picked up the pressure sprayer and turned it on, releasing a blast of cold water which he directed at Cindy's leg, thoroughly cleaning that flesh which had so recently been part of his life partner. When he was satisfied, he turned off the water, shut off the light, and left the cooler, returning to watch over his bride. John went back to Cindy's bed and checked her vital signs to make sure she was still O.K. And, as he did this, he thought about what was to come. Another leg remained, and then some roasts from her buttocks. A filet of cunt would follow that, served with a side of breast, sauted in the finest wine sauce. Finally, he would remove the final cuts, which he would, alas, have to enjoy alone, for neither of them foresaw her surviving the loss of her brisket. In the meantime, they would share the pleasure of consuming her flesh bit by bit. Each meal would be separated by enough time to allow Cindy to recover from the trauma of major surgery. In between times they would enjoy each other and the beauty of their mountain hideaway. And, so, the afternoon turned to evening, and the lovely blond woman to whom John had pledged his love, awoke, slightly woozy from the pain killers, but excited none the less. "We did it, didn't we darling? I mean, it wasn't just a dream, was it?" "Yes, Cindy, we did indeed do it. Here, let me help you sit up." +++++ Within a few days, Cindy was up and around, using crutches, and she made frequent trips to the cooler to stare in awe at the flesh aging there. "When can we eat it, darling?" "When it's ready, my love. After all we went through to get it, I want everything to be perfect, don't you?" "Yes, I know, darling, but I'm just so anxious to begin. I can't believe my dreams are coming true at last. I want you to enjoy every last ounce of me, my love, and I want to watch you for as long as I am able." John looked at Cindy with eyes filled with hunger, and with awe at the way their dreams had coincided. He just had to pinch himself every morning as he changed the dressing on Cindy's stump and thought of the beautiful leg hanging in the cooler, not to mention what else they had planned. +++++++++++++++++++++ John and Cindy were patient, wanting everything to be right. And it was. Having properly aged the meat, John carefully cut and trimmed some large steaks from the upper part of Cindy's former thigh and put them on the Weber (TM) to cook. The smell of her own flesh cooking made Cindy nearly orgasmic without any touching at all. Since they rarely wore clothing (except on rare trips into town), it was an easy matter for the happy cannibals to mate whenever the notion took them, and it took them quite often. Now, with the smoke of Cindy's cooking flesh rising from the grill vents, John bent Cindy over the edge of their picnic table and took her from behind, roughly and repeatedly, much to her delight. She went into multiple orgasms almost as soon as she felt his hardness pierce her. Feeling her stump against his thighs was an added bonus for John, and increased the ardor and energy with which he fucked his diminishing bride. Finally, one appetite sated for the moment, and the steaks ready to serve, John and Cindy uncoupled and sat down for a feast. They used no utensils, just the platter that John had placed the thick, juicy steaks on to bring them to the table. "Oh, God, this is soooo good," Cindy moaned as she carefully chewed her first bite, savoring the unique flavor of her own flesh. Like a greedy child seeking its mother's tit she sucked the juices off of her fingers. Of course, some escaped, and dripped down onto her breasts. "Ummmm, yes," John agreed, his own mouth full of his wife's thigh meat. You've always enjoyed it when I've eaten you, but now it has a whole new meaning. I can't wait to eat your pussy," he chuckled, her drippings spilling from his own mouth. "Yeah, baby, eat me up! I love it! How soon can we take the other one," Cindy asked? "We'll have to wait a bit, just to make sure that your body has time to recover from the shock, and to allow us to consume what we've harvested already." "I think I'd like to change the order and do my breasts next. What do you think?" "Cindy, you know I've always been a leg man." Cindy's hands were empty for a moment and she took that opportunity to slide her greasy fingers around her breasts, lifting them, offering them to John. Tilting her head down, Cindy extended her long, pink tongue and began licking the juices from her tits, moaning with lust and a deep, deep hunger. "Yessss, John, I want you to slice off my tits and feed them to me. I want to watch you gorge yourself on my tit meat. Oh, God, this is so exciting, oh-oh-oh-oh, baby I'm cummmminnnggggg!" John watched in awe as his flesh crazed bride shivered and shook with a forceful orgasm as she envisioned consuming her tits. His cock sprang erect, a clear drop of fluid appearing at the tip, signaling his own arousal. "But, baby, think of the anticipation. We've always planned to take y our tits and pussy as the last things we will eat together. Then, the rest of you is mine alone. I know you want to eat those big, juicy jugs now, but think of how much better it will be if we wait, like we planned." "Ohhhhhhh, yeaaaaahhhhh, I know, baby, but I just get soooo damn hot! Wow, what an orgasm that was," Cindy said, her breath beginning to return to normal. "You're right, John, as usual. We'll wait." And they did. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++= It didn't take long to finish the useable portions of Cindy's left leg, and then the operation was repeated on the right one, making the formerly 5' 8" brunette totally dependent on John for her mobility. Where once had been attached two perfectly beautiful legs there were now two stumps, one pretty much healed, and one still very red and sore. Pain meds helped somewhat, but there was no doubt that Cindy was uncomfortable in the first days following the surgery. To help her get along, John took her on frequent visits to the cooler to gaze longingly at the object of their next feast. "Whad'ya think baby, should we put this one on the spit and roast it whole?" "Mmmmm, that sounds like a great idea, John. Let's." "As soon as you're well enough to enjoy it, darling, we will." As the newly butchered meat aged a bit, Cindy healed quickly in the clean mountain air, her recovery further spurred by what was ahead. And, so, it wasn't very long before she was laying on a thick blanket on their front lawn, watching her own right leg rotate slowly on a spit over a large bed of glowing coals, listening as her juices hissed and popped as they dripped from the succulent flesh. The sight, sound, and scent of that moment made her more aroused than she could ever remember being. She had consumed her own body as meat, and had watched her lover butcher her alive. She would see her lover remove more tasty morsels of her earthly body and would share them with him; ultimately, she would watch as he removed those parts of her which she could not survive the removal of, and then she would be totally his, and totally free at the same time. These thoughts produced a strong physical reaction, and she felt her breasts swell, the nipples growing rigid with desire. Her pussy opened and began drooling its potent mixture of hormone laden juices over the labial vestibule to slide down across her perineum leaving a shiny trail that lead to the dusky pucker below. "John," she called softly to her lover, who was engaged in basting their dinner, "take a break from cooking and come over here. I need you." She used her arms to prop herself up on her stumps as she watched John walk the few steps from the roasting pit to where she was. Her excitement, clearly written on what was left of her body, was plain for him to see, and had the desired effect. By the time he reached her, his cock had risen to full erection. Stooping slightly, he offered it to her wide open mouth and she greedily sucked on it. She needed both hands to maintain her balance, so she could only use her mouth and tongue, but these she used to good effect. Soon, John was moaning as he watched his thick shaft, shining with Cindy's saliva, slide deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth. She was drooling all over him and the excess was causing a froth to develop around her mouth and his cock, dripping down to his balls and eventually onto her torso, creating a series of glistening tracks across her beautiful tits. No one had ever come close to sucking him as well as Cindy. And, John was not disappointed in the least when she stopped sucking for a moment. He knew what was coming next. "John," she gasped, "fuck my face with that big cock. Feed it to me baby. I want you to choke me with that big thing. Use my mouth like a pussy." She opened her mouth wide and said no more, feeling John grasp the back of her head and pull her face onto his dripping dick. He knew what she wanted. He knew that she would be satisfied with nothing less than a total face fuck. It was just one of the kinky things about her that he was going to miss when she was gone. When Cindy asked for a face fuck, she meant it. She held her mouth open, not touching his cock with her lips (which was no mean feat, given the girth of his shaft), giving him direct access to her throat. In this position, she gagged and choked on every in stroke, and the head of his cock created a popping sound each time it withdrew from the back of her mouth. He was using his hands to force her face and neck onto his plunging shaft. It would have appeared to be a brutal scene to any other observer, but to John and Cindy it was a well rehearsed and very enjoyable activity. She loved this, and was soon lost in orgasmic bliss, aided by the slight giddiness created by the oxygen deprivation his big cock created as it blocked her airway on each stroke. She loved the feeling of his big ball sack slapping wetly against her chin. She loved the spray of saliva in all directions from her sloppy mouth/cunt which splattered and dripped onto her heaving tits. Her gagging and choking caused tears to run down her face, adding to the moisture dripping onto her chest, but she was in bliss. The total kink of being face fucked by the man who was butchering her piece by piece, and feeding her own flesh created a cosmic explosion in her lust fevered brain. More and more powerful her climaxes became, as her own hands grasped her pussy and frigged it furiously, the rest of her body held up by John's powerful grip on her head, until at last, she heard him grunt once, twice, three times, and then his cock exploded into her throat, sending a torrent of thick, hot, cock cream pouring straight into her gullet. She went berserk as her entire nervous system lit up in a cataclysmic spasm of sexual arousal and climax. His cock continued to shoot blast after blast of tangy semen into her oral cavity. He pulled back slightly and began to jack himself into her mouth, offering her a taste of his special fluid. She moaned in delight, as she savored the taste of him. Gradually the flow tapered off and he withdrew, wiping the last of his spermy froth onto her lips. It was quickly gathered onto her tongue and added to what had already made the trip into her stomach. "Mmmm, baby, that was good. It was even more powerful this time, because I'm so totally helpless.. After you take my arms off, I'm sure it will be even better," Cindy said in a low, sexy voice, her eyes closed imagining the scene. "Cindy, you're really something else. I love you so much. I love what we're doing; sharing our ultimate fantasy; but I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't going to miss you a lot when you're gone." It was a sober moment as they contemplated her eventual fate; this was one fantasy that had a final ending that was not reversible. "I'm going to mount your head, Cindy, and keep it in a special place, so I'll always be able to look at it and remember the good times we've shared." "Oh, darling, that's soooo romantic. And it's making me horny as hell to think of all of these things. I know it's going to be so hard on you to be the one left behind, but it's just so great for me and I love you so much for giving me my ultimate fantasy. Now, come here and suck my cunt while I watch my right leg rotate on the spit." John wasted no time, but immediately lay Cindy down on her back and placed himself in front of her crotch. He grasped her still full ass cheeks (they would make such nice roasts, he was certain; done with potatoes and carrots and a little wild onion) and covered her cleanly shaven cunt with his mouth, devouring the liquid lust pouring from her vaginal opening. She shrieked at the sudden assault on her cunt, and moaned in enjoyment as John nibbled on her turgid clit, swollen to many times its normal size in reaction to her extreme lust. Within seconds, she was back at the multi orgasmic plane from which she had come down after he finished their face fuck, and when she felt his probing fingers penetrate her cunt and asshole, she went into orbit, her apogee gaining height as she felt him add more and more fingers to her two lower fuck holes until he was literally fisting her fore and aft. She imagined John eviscerating her with his bare hands, simply reaching up inside and pulling her inside out. This vivid, and oft repeated, image propelled her into another series of rapid fire climaxes, which John felt as terrifically strong contractions of her cunt and ass muscles around his deeply imbedded wrists. Her pussy juices were spraying directly into his mouth as she went into a group of g-spot stimulated ejaculations, and he savored every drop of her precious elixir. He knew that it would only be his for a limited time. Gently, he brought her down from her orgasmic mountain top, slowing removing his hands from her nether orifices and slowly nibbling on her labial folds and clit hood. She jerked spasmodically as the after shocks of her powerful orgasms swept over her, and she moaned his name over and over again as her nostrils were filled with the odor of her flesh, cooking on the roasting spit just ten feet away. A timer went off and John, reluctantly, rose from the blanket, now soaked with love juice and sweat, to tend the feast. Collecting some other items they would need, he removed the now perfectly cooked leg from the roasting pit and set it on a large trough prepared just for this occasion. Next, he strapped Cindy into a chair he had designed for this event, and handed her a butcher knife and meat fork. The diminishing brunette went to work at once, and soon the two lovers were feasting once more, while imagining what was to come. As before, once the meat was carved, they used no knives or forks. Their nimble hands stuffed greedy mouths with the steaming flesh Afterwards, they licked each others faces and bodies clean of residual materials and made love again and again, stopping from time to time to sample the left overs. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Gradually, they worked their way through Cindy's extremities. Her arms went next, then her buttocks (what FINE roasts they made, and the cold sandwiches? Well, they were wonderful too). Each operation separated by enough time for Cindy to recover. What was left of her body from the neck down was roughly elliptical, with the ends described by her neck and her pubic mound. "Breasts next," Cindy breathed one night as she lay perched atop John's heaving body, his cock pushing up into her cunt in a furious fucking motion. She felt wonderful. She was totally helpless, his arms wrapped around her, holding her in place while he used her cunt like a masturbatory sleeve. "Mmmm, yummy. That means I can still fuck you for a little while my love." John partially lifted what was left of her torso from his chest and began to lift her cunt up and down on his juice covered cock, slamming her now totally unprotected pubic mound onto his own bony protrusion. She grunted and shrieked on each stroke, lowering her head to watch the womanly jiz spray from her pussy each time it was slammed down on John's cock. She never remembered sex ever being this good. The more of herself they consumed, the more intense her orgasms became. ++++++++++++++++++ Back on the operating table, John prepared to remove those twin trophies that Cindy had carried so proudly since puberty. Reverently, he kissed them, licking the nipples to insistent hardness, chewing on them in a mock version of what they both intended. She was becoming more and more bizarre in her requests, and harder to deny. Cindy insisted that this time, she would not accept any deadening of sensation. No matter the pain, she wanted to feel her breast flesh being sliced away from her chest. Her one concession was to be gagged, so that her screams would not distract him at a critical moment. And, so it began. In order to accomplish what he must, John had compartmentalized his feelings toward Cindy. Her body was now meaningless, in a way, to him, except as food and pleasure. Her mind and soul were where his affection resided, and he was not bringing her pain in these areas. With a firm grip on this rationalization, he made the first incision. A bloody trail followed the scalpel as he first removed the skin from the top of each breast, except for the nipple. He would need this flap of skin to cover the area of her chest wall which would now be exposed after the breasts were removed. Even through the gag, he could hear her wail of pain at each new stroke of the sharp instruments he employed. Having skinned the top half of each orb, he then set about separating the actual breast tissue from her chest. Her body jerked and twisted in its tight constraints as he sliced through her living flesh, but soon the two breasts, red and raw on top, pale and smooth on the bottom, and topped by a pair of blood spattered nipples, were laying neatly on a shiny metal tray next to the operating table. Turning quickly, John started an I.V. pain medication which soon put Cindy to sleep, and he finished covering the chest wall with the flaps of skin left behind. That finished, and Cindy's vital signs thoroughly inspected, John took care of the newly butchered meat. Again, the clear, clean, mountain air and John's expert attention soon had Cindy, or what was now left of her, on the mend, so to speak, and it wasn't long until she was ready for their next cannibal feast. This would be one of the last they would share, and they each shed a tear as they consumed the last morsel of her lovely tits (they had each saved a nipple for the last bite). Then, a long, slow, lovemaking session followed. The last lap was ahead. +++++++++++++++++ The next stage was the removal of her sexual organs. This was a long operation and by far the trickiest John had performed on his living feast thus far. But, in the end, it was a success, and after she recovered, Cindy gladly serviced his cock with her ass and mouth. The feast which they made of her femaleness was very special. Cindy dined on her very own clit, while John munched happily on the deep-fried (battered) remains of her major labia. Her vaginal muscles were roasted over an open fire and served on sourdough bread (grilled, of course) with a tangy cheese sauce. And, still, they were not done yet. There are a number of internal organs which a healthy human being can live without, some for a shorter period of time than others, and so they began to harvest these as well. Cindy could not share in ingesting this new protein, as the first system to be removed was her digestive tract She watched, fascinated, as John removed her large and small intestine (having received a pain block this time), her stomach, bladder, kidneys, and her esophagus in one operation. Then, she gasped in joy as she saw that he had saved some of her ass meat, which he now ground up along with the savory kidney meat for sausage, using her cleaned and well prepared colon as sausage casing. He was saving these morsels for after she was gone. Their sex was reduced to Cindy giving John blowjobs and spitting out the produce. Her gag reflex was gone, and the sleeve John left behind after removing her alimentary canal was just the right size to accept his cock. Her mouth was truly reduced to being a fuck sleeve. Her lungs, heart, liver, and brain were the only major organs left to her, and they both knew she would not last long. She could not exist except in the special incubator he had created for her, as most of her bone structure had been removed, leaving little to support the flesh that remained. Only her face retained its beauty, and that, too, was beginning to show signs of the physical strain she was under. "You must finish me now, darling," Cindy gasped. I am finished. "I know, love, but I wanted to hear you request it." "The request is given." "I hear you. Know that I will never forget you. And there will never be another exactly like you." She smiled up at him as he removed her from her special place and gently placed her remains on the butcher block. She was still smiling as he took up the heavy cleaver. Her eyes never left his as he swung it up, high over his head, and then down, neatly severing her head from the rest of her body just above the collar bone. Her lower body quivered for a few moments. Her mouth formed the words "I love you," just as her eyes fixed straight ahead and her awareness fled into the void. Moving quickly, John opened her chest and removed her heart and lungs, placing them in special receptacles for storage and aging. Her belly meat he hung with care in the cooler, along with her ribs. Having studied taxidermy at one time, he knew what to do with the head. Soon, it was ready to be displayed. Taking the key he kept in a hidden compartment in his study, he went to a wall panel and pressed on a special spot. The panel slid back, revealing a heavy door. With the key, he quickly opened it, revealing a glass display case. In it were 11 other female heads, all brunette, all from women in their mid twenties. Cindy's was the 12th. "An even dozen," John said to himself as he carefully set Cindy's head with the others, each with their own nameplate. "I wonder how many I can get before I die?" Closing the secret compartment, John walked down the hall to his room, flipping his two headed coin as he went to get dressed. It was time to go back to town for a bit. Somewhere, number 13 was waiting. +finis+