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Story: Realization (complete)

« on: February 10, 2018, 02:53:22 PM »
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This short story is inspired by C.A. Smith's amazing Millennium Group stories.

The first can be found here: http://forum.dolcettgirls.com/index.php?topic=3662.0

It's not really a complete story to be honest, it's just a collection of moments.

Hopefully you'll be able to enjoy it anyway.

It's said that teenagers think they will live forever. I remember the exact moment
that delusion was shattered for my then girlfriend Bridget. Of course, bringing a
tasty, young girl to a secret cannibal group will have that effect.

The first time I saw her I was running in the park and so was she, maybe 40 yards
or so ahead of me. There's something oddly hypnotic about a pony tail swinging back
and forth as a girl runs. Seeing her long, blonde pony tail ahead of me I decided
to push myself and catch up to her. I guess you could say that the predator caught
up with his prey, even if she didn't realize it at the time.

It also didn't hurt of course that she was wearing tight workout clothes. Her legs
were nicely toned and led up to a juicy and lovely round rump that moved in the
most mesmerizing way under her leggings. This was more than enough for me to decide
to try to strike up a conversation. I ran up next to her and gave her a friendly
smile as she turned to look at me.

"How about a friendly race to the gazebo?" I suggested.

This was a good question to determine if she was the kind of young woman I would be
interested in. The kind of woman that just wanted a nice and quiet run in the park
was not someone who was going to eventually follow me to a secret meeting held by a
cannibal group. The kind of woman who said yes to a race though, that was someone
with the right kind of adventurous spirit.

"Ohh... I don't know about that. That sounds awfully childish and...GO!"

With that she set off and had a nice head start by the time I got going. She didn't
technically cheat, I have to give her that. She said GO after all. Just like I
didn't technically lie when I convinced her to come to her first meeting later on.
In any case, she won the race and as we both stood there and took deep breaths by
the gazebo she gave me some pretty good trash talk about how easy it was to beat an
old man like me. I was still in my thirties so I didn't consider myself old, but I
suppose she had a point since I was about twice her age. I did appreciate the fact
that she was brave enough to throw friendly insults at a complete stranger though.
Exactly the kind of bravery I was looking for. As we stood there I noticed that she
had a sexy flat tummy and impressive natural breasts. I couldn't help but think
perfect roaster. She had large, light blue eyes and an adorable, mischievous smile
on her face as she spoke.

"As a tribute to your victory, how about I take you out to a nice dinner tonight?"
I suggested.

"I think a victory like mine deserves only the finest feast." she shot back.

"I can't give you the finest feast in the world, not yet at least. But how about
the finest feast in town?"

"I'll take that deal."

**

Things progressed pretty quickly from then on. She moved in a little less than a
month later. It was probably mostly because of the fact that she had been renting a
single room with a hot plate and I owned a mansion with pool, but I didn't mind. If
you want to be cynical about it I guess you can say I was her sugar daddy. She was
the adventurous, ambitious, former cheerleader who ran away from her small and
boring midwest town in order to make it big in LA. I was the rich and connected
older men who paid for everything and got her a few modeling gígs through my
connections. She got every piece of sexy clothing she pointed at and she got to
live her dream of a modeling career by appearing as a wholesome, smiling teenage
girl in a post order catalogue. She wanted more glamorous jobs, but even if I could
have delivered I didn't want her to become too famous.

She was never naive. She knew I expected sex and was happy to deliver. She was
really a dynamo in bed from the start and seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself.
Especially when I got rough with her. I never did anything too advanced before the
first meeting, but a few light slaps and some mild choking always seemed to revv
her up. She was fun to be around out of bed as well. Always wanted to try new
things. I taught her surfing and she really took to that, despite only having even
seen the ocean once before she came out here. Those first three months or that we
had together were almost kind of sweet. But of course, things were about to change.

"Remember when I first asked you out? I told you I couldn't give you the finest
feast in the world?" I asked one night as I looked at her swimming naked laps in
the pool.

"Yeah, sure." she answered and changed from breast stroke to back stroke.

"I could maybe give you the finest feast in the world, but it's complicated..."

"Now you've got me intrigued..."

She got out of the pool and I shamelessly stared. Her dripping wet, naked young
body made me lick my lips. She smiled and posed, thinking my interest was purely
sexual. I was still a bit of a gentleman though, so I handed her a towel.

"I'm a member of a very secretive group. We gather every few months to feast on a
very delicious and very illegal kind of delicacy. There's also a lot of fun and
games surrounding the main dinner."

"Awesome! When is it?"

"Next weekend. I don't want to know if I want to bring you though. As I said. Very
illegal. Very dangerous as well."

Her eyes lit up with excitement.

"You have to take me. I can handle it! I left home and came all the way out here on
my own."

"We're going out of town to a secret location. A huge mansion with ridiculous
amounts of security and secrecy surrounding it."

"OK."

"Your parents wouldn't want you to come to a feast like this for sure."

"They didn't want me to come out here either! I'm going."

"If you say so. I warned you."

I did want her to come, of course. I needed to bring a girl if I wanted to attend
and Bridget was a grade A girl. It would have been easy to get her or someone else
to come along to a meeting by downplaying the danger. That could cause some other
problems though. I had made sure that Bridget knew there's something very dangerous
and exciting going on. It was all about making sure the shock wasn't completely
overwhelming once she found out the truth. A girl who was completely unprepared
might very well break down completely or panic and try to flee or something else
stupid. That just wouldn't be fun for anyone.

**

"Whoa! That's... that's a woman!" Bridget said in a breathless voice once the chef
had lifted the lid and presented the spit roasted body of a young woman named
Aimee.

The rest of the members of the groups who all had known what to expect were
cheering the beautiful, perfectly roasted girl. Bridget was just starting in wide
eyed wonder.

"It sure is. Her name was Aimee and she's going to be delicious. You don't
technically have to try her, but you really don't want to miss out on something so
amazing. I promise you that." I told her.

"No... I want to try for sure... It's so weird, but I want to try..."

Bridget took to cannibalism like a duck takes to water. By the end of the dinner
she was cheerfully discussing which parts were the most delicious together with the
couple next to us. Henry subtly brought the discussion to Bridget's body, but she
didn't understand the implication of that yet. His girl was a bubbly and slightly
air headed girl named Shay. She was only a little bit older than Bridget and the
two of them were becoming fast friends, bonding over a delicious meal.

"I wish I could eat more, but I'm just full!" Bridget said towards the end of the
dinner.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to sit around and socialize while we wait for the
dessert."

"Or?"

"Or we could go up to our room and burn some calories. This was a very rich meal
after all."

"Yeah. Let's do that!" Bridget said excitedly and practically dragged me up to our
room.

She was insatiable. She absolutely loved the fact that she had feasted on the meat
of a woman and she made sure to thank me over and over again for bringing her here.
I knew that her feelings about the whole thing were about to change, but in that
moment it was pure gratefulness and exhilaration that she felt. She bounced on me
wildly in reverse cowgirl. She demanded that I slammed by cock up her ass as hard
as I could. She choked herself on my cock over and over. She was truly amazing. It
was I who tired first and collapsed on the bed with a very satisfied smile.

"This place is just the best!" she said.

"I'm glad you think so."

There was quiet contentment for a while, but I could tell that she was thinking.
There were many questions to ask and I was just waiting for her to ask them.

"So, this Aimee girl. How did she end up on the menu?"

"There was a series of competitions before we came here. Henry told me it started
with underwater breath holding. Then the ten worst girls moved on to lawn darts and
finally the last four girls settled it with oil wrestling. It was all filmed so we
can check out it later if you want to."

"So, who was in the competition? All women? Only women?"

"Exactly. Every female is property of the group and has to compete."

"Jeez! What a risk to take! Must be so effing scary to literally compete for your
life! Shay didn't say anything about her competing."

"We try to take it slow with newcomers. Shay has survived seven or eight times I
think, so she'll have a lot of interesting tales to share when you next talk to
her. There are many shocking news to deal with for new girls, but you'll get the
hang of it eventually."

"How on earth do you get girls to take the risk and compete over and over like
that?"

"I told you. Every girl is property of the group and has to compete. There's a
meeting every four months or so and a girl has to attend two out of every three
meetings. Us guys are handlers and keep track of the girls between meetings. But
should they try to flee we have people who will find them and bring them in."

"Shit, so would I have to compete as well if we come back here?"

"When we come back, not if. If you've come here once, you have to come back." I
said casually.

Her beautiful, big blue eyes widened in shock. This was it. The big moment where
her outlook on her future life would drastically change. This was where she would
understand that death would catch up even to those who think they are young and
invulnerable. I realized later that her reaction followed pretty closely to the
five stages of grief. First there was shock.

"You're kidding right? I haven't agreed to anything!"

"You agreed to come here. I told you it would be dangerous and it is. Not today,
but one day that danger will catch up to you and you will be the girl that is
roasted and served."

"No way!"

"Yes. You will be delicious. In the mean time, I'll just suggest that you try to
enjoy yourself. There's a lot of fun to be had here and you've obviously enjoyed
yourself som far."

"But... but... this can't be real!"

"You've seen it. You've tasted Aimee's meat. It's very real."

Next came bargaining.

"Come on! There's got to be something we can do! Just bring some other girl here
and have her compete."

"No, it has to be you because you're the one who has been here and seen everyone
and everything. No woman can be allowed to walk away from that I'm afraid.

"But... can't we just flee? You've got money! Let's just go somewhere you and me.
The rest of our lives on some faraway island where no one can ever find us."

"No. I don't want to leave my life in LA or stop being a member of the group.
Besides, we would be found and you don't want to be found if you're a runner. A
girl who loses in a competition can be butchered and roasted in the way she
chooses. A quick and painless beheading or a highly erotic live spit roast. A
runner though, a runner will suffer."

Next came anger.

"You! You took me here! You've killed me!" Bridget screamed and attacked me.

She was not much of a fighter though. I easily managed to grab hold of her wrists
and mostly subdue her by putting one of my legs over hers.

"FUCKING DISGUSTING BASTARD! MURDERER! You're a sick monster! Everyone here is a

sick monster! PIECE OF SHIT!"

The screaming and insults went on like that for a while, but I remained calm and
collected. I had expected something like this and knew that it was for the best if
she got it out of her system. She kept struggling to attack and kept screaming, but
after a while she grew weaker both in volume and struggles. Once she took a break
in her screaming I decided it was time for my retort.

"I never said I was a good person. I wanted to eat you from the day I first saw
you. I make no excuses for that. Your life is going to be short, but it's going to
be a lot more fun and exciting than even the most successful modeling career would
have been. In the end you will be a delicious meal and I know that there is at
least a part of you that are turned on by that. I still like you, that was always
true. But I am a cannibal and I guess we have a different way of showing a woman
that we care. We eat them. There's no one I'm more eager to eat than you."

She took in my words and for a moment it looked as if she was thinking of another
insult, but instead she reached the fourth stage of grief; depression. I saw tears
well up in her eyes and then the sobbing started. It was quiet at first, but soon
enough she was bawling. I embraced her in a hug and she accepted it. She needed
comfort, even if it was coming from the man who was responsible for her
predicament.
"I don't want to die! I'm too young to die like this!" she said managed to get out
between sobs.

"You've got at the very least four months, sweetie. That is so much time for you to
have fun and enjoy your life. And four months is a worst case scenario. You'll
probably live for much longer than that. Many girls here have been around for
years." I said and stroked her head.

"I'm so scared!" she sniffled and curled up even closer to me.

"I know you are, but you'll learn to live with the fear and even enjoy it. Just ask
the other girls here and they'll tell you how exciting it is to compete."

"I should never have left home. I could have been homecoming queen."

"A boring, mundane life could have been yours, yes. But you chose excitement and
there is nothing more exciting than this. You certainly seemed to think this was
all very exciting during dinner."

"I guess..." Bridget said with a sob.

She didn't say anything for a while. She just laid there wrapped in my arms. Her
sobs slowly subsided and then she started to wipe the tears from her face. She was
starting to come around to acceptance.

"I'm really going to be meat..." she said softly to herself.

"Yes. You're livestock now." I said and caressed her arm soothingly.

I wanted her both to fully understand the reality of her situation but also be
docile and accepting about it. I just held her for a while, enjoying the feeling of
her naked young body against mine. I felt some sympathy for the girl whose
prospects of a long life had been taken away from her, but I also felt a strong
sense of pride and excitement that I had managed to bring such a delicious young
creature into the group. Inevitably my cock started to stir again and since it was
positioned against her thigh I knew she could feel it.

"You're getting hard thinking about eating me, aren't you?" she asked.

"Guilty as charged." I said with a chuckle.

"Bastard!" she said.

She didn't seem to put much anger or hatred into the word though. It was more of a
resigned statement of fact. I was a bastard after all. No denying that. I started
to let my hand snake it's way down to her pussy. She struggled weakly, but didn't
put up a fight. Soon enough she willingly spread her legs and I climbed on top of
her. I entered her and she let out a needy whimper.

"Please... make me feel good..." she begged.

I complied.

**

Bridget had survived eight competitions, but not her ninth. Her team had been
dragged into the pool in the tug of war. Then she had terrible luck in the strip
poker. Then came the finale. Bridget was up against the the young step daughter of
a group member. The two gorgeous girls were riding sybians side by side, making for
a very erotic sight. They had to bite down on a rope that lead up to a pulley in
the ceiling and then a counter weight. The other girl was in her first competition
and was clearly terrified, but Bridget was used to it by now. A little too used to
it as it turned out. She was hit with orgasm after orgasm and eventually they wore
her out. As one last orgasm hit her she lost control and let the rope go, thus
sealing her fate as tonight's dinner.

"You're still a bastard... but I guess I want you to enjoy my meat." she said
before I kissed her goodbye and the kitchen staff led her away to be spit roasted.

**

She truly had marvelous meat. I really gorged myself on the tender, juicy delicacy.
I wouldn't call it sadness exactly, but I knew that I would miss her. In my own
twisted way. As I looked at what remained of her body I thought back to the moment
when I had revealed that she one day would be meat. The moment when her future had
been ripped away from her. Although I am a sadist, I did feel a little bad at that
moment. She had trusted me enough to come here and I had abused that trust to make
her into a dinner. I wondered if it was all worth it to cut a young woman's life so
drastically short, just for the sake of food? But then I took another bite and
decided that it was definitely worth it. As I chewed the perfectly roasted meat I
was already starting to look forward to the next delicious young woman I would
bring here.