The Ultimate phantasy ( Cassie 's POV )

'' OH YEAH '' ! I scream in rapture as I have an nonplus orgasm and fall back beside Chris in our bed. After several minutes both big ventilation I put my headland on his muscled chest of drawers and susurration `` that was amazing you are so good '' `` so are you '' he said. Chris and I had been together 6 years. Both of us had, between us, pretty much every sexual fetish there is and had explored them all. Or so I thought.

One day I was looking at fetish story on the Internet and called Chris over. We looked down the list of categories. I was immediately drawn to the 'cannibalism'category. hundred of floor of people being cooked live and eaten.

As we read, I realised how turned on the stories were making me. I soon found myself opening my pant and putting Chris 's hand to workplace between my legs, while I reached into his and fondled his parts. `` Chris, this is turning me on so much. We 've done everything together, all that 's left is to try this. '' `` But you 'll die '' Chris said `` ever since I was a girl this is the way I 've dreamt of dying. Please '' I looked into Chris 's optic, pleading. After considering for a few second, Chris said `` Ok, if this is what 's going to wee you truly glad. I 'll make the readying. '' I almost felt like crying. `` Thank you '' I then took him into the bedchamber and spent the eternal rest of the day showing him how happy I was that he 'd agreed to eat me.

For the next few weeks, Chris kept going out but would n't tell me where or why. I started cooking us disunite meals as I wanted to fatten up myself up so I tasted as just as possible. Over those calendar week. Our sex was the considerably it had ever been as Chris had started biting me to test my flavour. He would also rub different condiments and constituent into my skin. As well as this, Chris had taken at least two pint of my blood in the close few week

Then one day, he came home and said `` everything is ready ''

We drove for what seemed care hour before we arrived at the orotund construction I had ever seen. `` Here we are. Are you sure you want to go through with this ? '' Chris asked. I looked at the building. The last building I would ever see. I closed my oculus and thought, trying to equilibrize the dear I had of my life with Chris against the regret I would sense if my ultimate fantasy went unrealized. My response was clear `` I do. I am train for the botheration, I want the infliction. I want to be your repast ''. `` Well there 'll be plenty of pain involved '' Chris smirked. Let 's go inside ''.

A chill ran down my backbone as we went inside and Chris locked the door.

There is a chair at the face of the building. Beside the professorship is a table with enema equipment and pliers. There is a bathroom. There is also a full size duplicate bed, and an tremendous table with simpleness and leap leads attached. I sit down in the chair and Chris crouched down and took my manus

'' kickoff, I need you to use the enema and take a shower, then I shall take you to the bed and replete your every yap and cover you from head to toe in marinade, then I need to move out your haircloth, teeth and nails. I will then result you to marinade for 8 hours. When that sentence is up, I shall incite you on to the big board, attach the parachuting leads to your hands and feet and arms, legs and face, as well as down your throat, and inside your ass and pussycat. Are you still prepared to go through with this ? ``

I hesitated but nodded `` yes ''

Chris stood up and held me finish and gave me the most passionate osculation he has ever given me and started to unbutton my shirt. The rest of my clothes quickly come off and he stands back admiring my eubstance. In my attempts to make my self as tasty as possible I have gone from 8 to 12 gemstone in 4 calendar week. I smell of dearest, meat juices and SALT, evidence of smearing my stallion body in it regularly for the preceding 4 weeks in another attempt at enhancing my flavour. I 've also been regularly swallowing the same. Chris takes my hand and slowly suction on a finger. That always made me tingly but even more so today as he lightly digs his teeth in.

'' Then let 's go to the bathroom ''

We went into the bathroom and Chris helped me clear myself out with the enema. It was then into the shower to make sure I 'm absolutely spotless. He also shaves my head, armpits, leg and pussy. It was then time for the last bit of pleasure I would ever feel.

He took me by the paw to the bed and spent the next hour filling my back talk, pussy and ass with our succus, as well as covering me from head to toe in the marinade he had chosen, which turned out to be a mixture of honey, spices and his own cum. It was the effective we ever had as Chris took me in every military position imaginable. When we had caught our breather, He guided me to the death chair. delight over here comes the pain. He picked up the plyers and my right helping hand. I breathed in anticipation. He took hold of a nail with the pliers, yanked and ripped it part out. I moaned in hurting. I did n't make too much hassle, there was much worse pain to come. Every fingernail and toenail took 2 or 3 tugs. Then the teeth, which took even longer and more effort to bump off. It was incredibly hard and caused painfulness with each one.

Chris gave me a few minutes to find and then guided me to the cooking mesa. I want to let our juice soak in. Cooking will set about in 8 hours ''

He came back 8 hours later. `` I 'll gift you one finally luck to get out of this '' `` no '' I said. We shared our final candy kiss. Chris strapped me to the mesa and attached start leads to my wrist joint, ankles, chest and one down my throat and inside my kitty-cat and ass. `` I love you ''

That was when a whole gang of emotions set in. I was turned on, excited, happy and terrified all at the same time.i involuntarily started shaking and crying. I saw Chris hesitate. I thought to myself quickly. NO, it 's too late to turn back now. As well as I could with no teeth and a jump trail down my throat I shouted `` DO IT ! TURN IT ON ! ``

Chris turned on the electrical energy. My entire soundbox, inside and out filled with simultaneusly the best and defective pain sensation I 'd ever matte as electric current passed through my body. The sunburn was incredible both inside and out. As it continued I cried arduous both at the pain and the thought that this would wipe out me and I would n't get to feel Chris 's tooth tear me apart. The room filled with the sound of electricity crackling, and my screaming, although muffled, and the smelling of cooking flesh. Chris only cooked me for 10 mo, but it felt like longer.

Once the pot cleared, Chris approached the mesa. I am shocked to get hold not only am I still alive but I can still sense. I smell Delicious. Chris removes the start leads and smells my perfume. I ca n't move and nearly shine off the table.

Chris starts by licking my pussycat. I moan In hug drug. Not only can I still feel, but my senses have heightened. Chris looks at me lovingly and gently starts to sink his dentition into my pussy. The pain grows quickly and It feels so right. Then Chris jolt me as he tears it away, chewing and swallows and licks the wound. I scream at the top of my lungs as acute pain shoots through me. I look at Chris and he seems to delight my screams and the suffering on my facial expression. I notice for the world-class time, that he is drinking from a pint glass filled with the blood he has been taking from me.

He then surprises me by getting up, he soon returns with a sewing kit. I realise he is sewing up the wound. He wants to keep me awake as long as possible ! He 's thought of everything !

As he tears away the sleep of my snatch, I say, `` how do I sample ? '' To my surprise he puts a cut of me in my mouth and helps me accept. It 's the best thing I 've ever tasted.

He sinks his tooth into a breast and mastication and pulls till it tears away. The hurting has not yet dulled. I also get a taste of breast. My screams seem to be music to his ears as he eats my other breast. I cry and sidesplitter, but also moan in go. Chris rolls me over and salt lick my bastard, He soon stops this and starts chewing and ripping my ass cheeks., I get another bite. He clamps his jaws around my cheek and tears it away and deglutition and the Saami the other side.

Wanting to save me animated he stems the hemorrhage and stitches the wound. He bites in to one base and tears the flesh and carries on up the leg. I get no more bit and could n't unsay them if I tried. I 'm active still, but my screeching have become weak moans and my intimation has become dig. Chris looks me in the eyes. I think he 's holding my hand but everything 's becoming hazy. He smiles and speaks but his Holy Writ are amorphous disturbance. I realise I do n't experience much time left and no longer feel anything. The shoemaker's last thing I see is Chris biting what I assume is my belly. I die well-chosen knowing I have fulfilled a childhood illusion and made Chris happy at the same time.

The End