I just wanted to taste her... (fin) (1382 hits)
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Submitted by BeauxJizzle - johnnybam.at.freesexvids.com (View user info) at 2006-11-30 10:01:34 EST
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/96195
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/96224
Part 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/96289
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I should have planned it out better.
I hadn't counted on her struggling so much. It was as if she were possessed, the drugs in her system producing a headless corpse running rampant around my dining room, despite her still secured shackles. Dark crimson liquid trails were now stained into my blacklisted brown burberry carpet. Her head was still clutched in my hand, and her body lay lifeless next to me.
My erection was back. Maybe it was from the warm, thick wetness oozing through my fingers, or maybe it was from the adrenaline dump my nervous system had just received. Either way, it throbbed, and I had half a mind to go back into the bathroom and take care of it. Fortunately, only half of my mind was left, and it had grander plans brewing.
I lifted her body onto my countertop, admiring it for a moment. I turned back towards the knife holder and selected a carving blade from the bunch. I removed the homemade shackles then went to work skinning her. Her breasts were the color of cream, firm and tantalizing. I considered biting right into them, but a shred of sanity remained, and I feared disease.
I chopped her into manageable pieces. Her milky white breasts, her muscular, dark thighs, each part of her a masterpiece. The kitchen was a total mess, a disaster area, and I had to keep a hand on the counter to prevent my bare feet from slipping in all the blood and other "juices". It seemed pointless and comical at this point, but I began to wonder if she had any children. I wondered if I'd ever have the pleasure of meeting them. I wondered if they'd taste the same as she would...
I grabbed a hold of the fridge handle, swung it open, and reached in. I pulled out a couple of bars of "government approved butter substitute", and tossed them next to the eviscerated body on the counter. I dug around a bit more and found a plastic bottle of beer. Just like the television ads had warned, beer was proving to be a gateway drug. I'd started out searching the net for a place to get my hands on something alcoholic, and now look what I'd gotten myself into. The government would call it murder, or cannibalism.
Who were they to judge me?
I pulled out the bottle and shut the refrigerator door. My fingers unscrewed the cap, I lifted it to my lips, and I let the cold beverage tear my throat as it went down. Gulp after gulp, I felt my mind drifting farther and farther from reality. As I pulled the bottle down and away, my insides burned as I imagine a medieval dragon's would.
I put the bottle down and picked up the "butter". I rubbed it all over the body parts, and then I massaged it into the muscles and fat, my hands intimately dancing with the deceased. After a few minutes of this sexual lunacy, I rinsed my hands in the sink and pulled out a few pots & pans.
I took the meatiest pieces of her and threw them in a large gumbo pot my grandmother had left for me when she'd passed. The smaller pieces, I threw onto a pan and poured a little oil on top of them. I turned the vent on above the stove, turned the burners up, and started the impossible task of cleaning up the kitchen.
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It took all day.
By the time my apartment no longer resembled a chophouse, the meat was done cooking and my whole apartment smelled like heaven. The heat of the stove and burning flesh had raised the temperature in my home enough so that I'd had to open a few windows to let the place cool.
My mind was so far gone that I didn't even realized the folly of this innocent mistake: my neighbors' curiosity and fear of me.
No doubt, the commotion from earlier would have peaked their interest, but I figured they'd dismiss it as a momentary lapse in judgement about the volume of a loud movie, or maybe just quick horseplay between myself and a lady friend.
They had an idea about my view of the government, about my view of the laws being enacted across the nation. They must have suspected something that time I came home in a rented minivan, white plastic sealed carpeting in the back. The bloodshot eyes from which I observed them, sitting on my balcony as they came and went on the sidewalks below, must have tipped them off that I was disregarding prohibition laws.
I guess I underestimated how evil I seemed to them.
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I sat at my dining room table, a plate of pan-fried meat and a bowl of stew in front of me. The faux chandelier above my head spilled yellow light down onto my dinner, and the browned meat looked as wonderful as it tasted. It felt so perfect, so right, like this was the way things should be.
I savored each bite, chewing and chewing until the juices had flowed out from each piece. I sucked on the bones, not wanting to miss any ounce of flavor. When I was through with my meal, I drank down the gravy from the pot, and licked my lips raw afterwards.
I sat back down at the table and belched. I'd never spent a better $200 in my life.
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I was awakened by the sound of wood splintering and crashing down onto my carpeted stairs. I must have dosed off, right at the table.
My mind had cleared and I felt like myself again. The comprehension of what I'd done hit me like a three hundred pound linebacker. The funny thing was, I didn't really care anymore.
I jumped up and headed towards the stairway, fearing an intruder but expecting worse. My fear was realized, and what I saw turned my blood cold.
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Four security agents, dressed in blue and black fatigues, climbed my stairs with weapons drawn.
"Show your hands!" The closest one yelled, and I did so without thinking. It took only a second for him to run up the remaining few fee, and then he threw my to the floor and planted his foot between my shoulder blades..
Another agent arrived and kneeled on my lower back, and I let out a loud gasp as the air was forced out of my lungs. "Shut up!" The first barked at me, shoving his knuckles into the back of my neck.
The other two charged past me, into my home. They threw open my pantry, my cabinets, my fridge. They tore open and dumped the contents of the trash bags in my kitchen onto the floor. They went into my bedroom and proceeded to tear through and into everything they can find, searching for contraband of any kind.
I finally started to catch my breath, and although these two men had me securely in control, I manage a meek verbal protest. "How did you find me?" I practically whispered, knowing damn well that a brainwashed neighbor had turned me in.
"We've had a sensory violation complaint from your neighbors; felony noise and smell pollution. You are under arrest for violating the Personal Protection Act."
I resisted a strong urge to laugh, which seemed to come out of nowhere. It was not funny that I was being arrested, and my privacy being completely violated, based solely on an anonymous phone call from one of my neighbors. What did humor me was that all of this was happening not because I was a suspected murderer, but simply because I made a little too much noise and didn't recycle my air before opening the window.
One of the agents came out of my room with an illegal magazine in hand. "We got ourselves a pervert."
It wasn't long before they found the bones, and then they called me names worse than "pervert".
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It took less than twenty hours before I was standing in a large courtroom, handcuffed and shackled, with three ancient looking judges staring down at me from their benches. It wasn't because of the severity of my charges that things moved so quickly, it was just how things worked these days.
"Mr. McCarthy, you stand before us today accused with multiple capital offenses. If found guilty to any of these charges, you will not be eligible for release to an independent work camp. The only punishment will be death. Do you understand this?"
He spoke with such arrogance. This man must have been seventy years old. He had to remember how things once were. He must have had some memory of life before all the terror acts and 'personal protection' laws. But he didn't care. He was a slave to it, just as I once was.
Like I once was... before my choice in literature moved to more provocative pieces. Before my thirst yearned for something more than organic taste-flavored water. Before my stomach growled for protein that didn't come in the form of chewable capsules!
"I'm guilty." I spoke with no remorse, with no fear, without question.
The judges looked at each other.
"Do you understand that you will be sentenced to death?"
"Yes. I know." There was an emotional emptiness in my voice, but it's a strong emptiness. The previous night had been spent in a three-foot by three-foot cell, with no light, no heat, and no clothes... I hadn't been allowed food or drink since I tasted the sweet meat of my home-cooked meal. There would have been no use fighting the charges, as the judges had all the proof they needed.
There were no lawyers, no juries, and no civilian witnesses in the new judicial process. Your case was presented to three judges, the agents provided a written report along with any evidence they felt necessary. The judges looked over the case then called on you for questioning. You could try to defend yourself, but more than likely it would do no good. Any evidence the agents didn't have, they could easily create.
I could see clear plastic bags on the bench before the judges. I knew what they contained: bones, blood, pictures of my apartment, bloody shackles, a patch of my burberry carpet, and my March 2004 issue of Maxim magazine, one of the pornographic magazines banned by the government.
The second judge spoke up. "Very well. Mr. McCarthy, we find you guilty of murder, defined as the willful or non-willful destruction or attempt of destruction of any mature and conscious creature, consisting of no more than five appendages and requiring oxygen for survival, as defined in the Living Creature Bill of Rights."
"We find you guilty of cannibalism, defined as the willful or non-willful consumption, or attempt to consume, of any creature or product of a creature as defined by the Living Creature Bill of Rights, or, to a lesser extent any non-approved, non-organic, man-created food."
"We find you guilty of two counts torture, defined as any act forcefully committed against any living creature, as defined by the Living Creature Bill of Rights, which causes any degree of pain or suffering, and is not covered by any other assault or battery clause. In your case, the first count is for the poultry and the second for the carpet."
"We find you guilty of possession of pornography, defined as the willful or non-willful possession, sale, viewing or attempt at viewing any images, words, sounds, scents, or feelings which are not approved by the Department of Family Values."
"In addition to these capital offenses, we find you guilty of felony sensory assault by olfactory force, as defined by the willful or non-willful act of non-voluntarily exposing any creature as defined by the Living Creature Bill of Rights to any scent not naturally occurring without human or other creature interference."
"We find you guilty of felony sensory assault by audible force, as defined by the willful or non-willful act of non-voluntarily exposing any creature as defined by the Living Creature Bill of Rights to any sound not naturally occurring without human or other creature interference."
"You are hereby sentenced to die by means of an FDA approved method, as required by the Patriotism in America Act."
They looked down at me with disdain, but I still felt no remorse.
The first judge spoke again. "Your sentence is not negotiable, however you may be considered for a posthumous pardon if you reveal your source for the chicken, whose remains we found in your garbage."
I tried my best to stifle a laugh.
"God is my source." I was never religious, and faith was not a strong suit of mine. It just seemed like the thing that would piss them off the most.
"God?" a booming laugh echoed down from the bench. "What god?"
"He created the damn chickens. He created everything! He created us, humans, to rule over all the animals. I exercised my authority over them. I claimed my God given rights! You people are insane! Dogs have no rights! Cats have no rights! Chickens have no rights! They're ANIMALS!"
"You're the animal!" The once silent third judge had given up his right to remain silent. "There are no gods in this universe! Only great men! Our Excellency the President, our Honorable Congressmen and Representatives, and, most importantly to you, the Exalted Judges of Law!"
He continued: "No creature should have to suffer man's wrath! Only nature can make decisions about life or death! Even a neanderthal like you, if you believe yourself to be so much greater than the animals, can at least appreciate the health benefits of a diet free of disgusting red meat and fats!"
"No man can decide to murder another of earth's creatures!" The second judge agreed.
The irony of his statement went unnoticed between the three of them.
"We will hear no more of this treason." The first judge interrupted. "Your fate has been decided. Pray to your god for mercy, for the United States of America, and the Commonwealth of Virginia, shall offer you none."
A door behind me swung open and two armed agents entered the courtroom. They grabbed me by my restraints and led me back to my cell.
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The country is a better place now. We are free of acts of terrorism. We are free of non-governmental violations of our personal rights. The violent crime rates are at an all-time low. Drug use is scattered and rare. Personal responsibility is no longer necessary. Religion is dead. Racism is non-existent. The president was elected by a 92% majority vote.
And people needn't fear a monster like me.
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I was executed by lethal injection twenty-seven minutes later.
User Reviews
Submitted by legallady (user info) at 2006-12-05 21:11:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
you know...uber doesn't have enuff of this
kind of writing lately. Glad to get some
good reading to keep me from being bored
at work.
Submitted by combatwombat (user info) at 2006-12-01 06:53:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I was pulled in a couple different directions by this... for the writing alone- +2, for the time and effort it took- +2, for the ALMOST complete lack of spelling/grammar mistakes- +2, for the imagination and twists on potential future governments- +2, for your detail in defining the "laws" showing an apparent knowledge of how our laws today are actually written- +2, however, because the final subject turned out to be CHICKEN, and not what we were all thinking, and because it turned out you're not quite as fucked in the head as I thought you were (you're still quite fucked in the head), -9... so you get a +1. It was good, but I'm still disappointed.
Submitted by beauxjizzle (user info) at 2006-11-30 17:43:42 EST (#)
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Submitted by drgoatcabin (user info) at 2006-11-30 17:23:50 (#)
Ranking: 0
This makes me think of Mardi Gras in Church Point. Chasing chickens and all...good times.
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Church point is a small enough town... do you know Jennifer Ditch?
Submitted by drgoatcabin (user info) at 2006-11-30 17:23:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
This makes me think of Mardi Gras in Church Point. Chasing chickens and all...good times.
Submitted by drgoatcabin (user info) at 2006-11-30 17:22:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
LOL
"... headless corpse running rampant around my dining room..."
Should have guessed chicken right there. Can't believe I didn't realize it. Massive high five.
Submitted by jfreakman (user info) at 2006-11-30 16:00:29 EST (#)
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Fan-fucking-tastic social commentary.
Awesomesness of story.
Submitted by nya_nyo (user info) at 2006-11-30 15:51:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
you fooled me
cheater
Submitted by FWFIV (user info) at 2006-11-30 14:36:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-11-30 12:59:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
very good - truly terrifying social commentary here.
I agree, burbarry IS an offense that should be punishable by death..
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm meat.... now I need a nice juicy steak... Just to quell the rebellious streak this brought out in me.
(and your dialogue is better than mine is)
Submitted by ScarfaceMN (user info) at 2006-11-30 12:10:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I was waiting for a plot twist earlier. I was waiting for you to show your hand. Nice, you managed to save the twist for the end. Good work.
Submitted by sexualchocolate1984 (user info) at 2006-11-30 11:46:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Great ending, great story, great twist, right to the end I thought it was a woman, you really had me hooked.
+2 indeed!
Submitted by precision (user info) at 2006-11-30 11:30:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You know, I should have seen it coming, but I didn't...that alone is worth a PLUS 2!!!!!
Submitted by homer42 (user info) at 2006-11-30 11:16:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Superb. I can't believe the "girl" was a chicken. LOL
Submitted by beauxjizzle (user info) at 2006-11-30 11:09:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-11-30 11:03:47 (#)
Ranking: 2
interesting end to this.
you're definitely better at descriptive writing than at dialogue. (not meant to be insulting, as i believe the same holds true for me)
i enjoyed this piece.
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no offense taken, i agree with you. the dialog on this was a nightmare. i was trying to explain too much crap. i should have just left more to the imagination.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-11-30 11:03:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
interesting end to this.
you're definitely better at descriptive writing than at dialogue. (not meant to be insulting, as i believe the same holds true for me)
i enjoyed this piece.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-11-30 10:39:24 EST (#)
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Submitted by Antioxident (user info) at 2006-11-30 10:05:40 EST (#)
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