The Ultimate Fantasy ( flame tree 's POV )

'' OH YEAH '' ! I scream in ecstasy as I have an amazing orgasm and gloam back beside Chris in our bed. After respective minutes both profound external respiration I put my head on his muscled chest and whisper `` that was amazing you are so ripe '' `` so are you '' he said. Chris and I had been together 6 days. Both of us had, between us, pretty much every sexual juju there is and had explored them all. Or so I thought.

One day I was looking at fetish fib on the Internet and called Chris over. We looked down the inclination of categories. I was immediately drawn to the 'cannibalism'category. C of stories of people being cooked live and eaten.

As we read, I realised how turned on the account were making me. I soon found myself opening my trousers and putting Chris 's hand to piece of work 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 oculus, pleading. After considering for a few transactions, Chris said `` Ok, if this is what 's going to make you truly well-chosen. I 'll make the training. '' I almost felt like crying. `` Thank you '' I then took him into the bedchamber and spent the rest of the day showing him how happy I was that he 'd gibe to eat me.

For the following few weeks, Chris kept going out but would n't tell me where or why. I started cooking us single out repast as I wanted to fat myself up so I tasted as unspoilt as possible. Over those weeks. Our sex was the unspoilt it had ever been as Chris had started biting me to prove my savor. He would also rub different condiments and ingredients into my peel. As well as this, Chris had taken at to the lowest degree two dry pint of my blood in the last few weeks

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

We drove for what seemed the likes of time of day before we arrived at the largest building I had ever seen. `` Here we are. Are you sure you want to go through with this ? '' Chris asked. I looked at the edifice. The concluding edifice I would ever see. I closed my eye and thought, trying to equilibrate the lovemaking I had of my life with Chris against the rue I would feel if my ultimate fantasy went unrealised. My answer was clear `` I do. I am prepared for the bother, I want the pain. I want to be your repast ''. `` Well there 'll be plenty of painful sensation involved '' Chris smirked. Let 's go inside ''.

A shivering ran down my spine as we went inside and Chris locked the door.

There is a death chair at the slope of the construction. Beside the chair is a board with enema equipment and pliers. There is a privy. There is also a full sizing double bed, and an enormous table with restraints and start leads attached. I sit down in the chair and Chris crouched down and took my hand

'' outset, I need you to use the enema and take a shower, then I shall drive you to the bed and fulfill your every hole and cover charge you from head to toe in marinade, then I need to withdraw your hair, teeth and nails. I will then leave you to marinate for 8 hours. When that clip is up, I shall impress you on to the big tabular array, attach the jump leads to your hands and infantry and arms, legs and sides, as well as down your throat, and inside your ass and kitty-cat. Are you still prepared to go through with this ? ``

I hesitated but nodded `` yes ''

Chris stood up and held me penny-pinching and gave me the most passionate kiss 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 body. In my attack to shit my ego as tasty as possible I have gone from 8 to 12 pit in 4 calendar week. I smell of honey, meat juices and Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, grounds of smearing my entire body in it regularly for the past times 4 week in another try at enhancing my flavour. I 've also been regularly swallowing the like. Chris takes my script and slowly sucks 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 toilet ''

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

He took me by the script to the bed and spent the adjacent hr filling my mouth, snatch 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 best we ever had as Chris took me in every posture imaginable. When we had caught our breathing spell, He guided me to the chair. pleasure over here comes the pain. He picked up the pliers and my right handwriting. I breathed in anticipation. He took hold of a nail with the pliers, yanked and ripped it part out. I moaned in painfulness. I did n't make too much fuss, there was much defective pain to amount. Every fingernail and toenail took 2 or 3 tugs. Then the dentition, which took even retentive and more feat to move out. It was incredibly difficult and caused painful sensation with each one.

Chris gave me a few minutes to recover and then guided me to the cooking table. I want to let our succus soak in. Cooking will begin in 8 hours ''

He came back 8 60 minutes later. `` I 'll make you one last chance to get out of this '' `` no '' I said. We shared our final kiss. Chris strapped me to the table and attached jump leads to my wrists, mortise joint, knocker and one down my pharynx and inside my pussy and ass. `` I love you ''

That was when a unanimous caboodle 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 of late to turn back now. As well as I could with no teeth and a jump lead down my throat I shouted `` DO IT ! TURN IT ON ! ``

Chris turned on the electrical energy. My entire body, inside and out filled with simultaneusly the skilful and spoiled pain I 'd ever felt as electric current passed through my body. The suntan was incredible both inside and out. As it continued I cried harder both at the pain and the thought that this would shoot down me and I would n't get to feel Chris 's teeth tear me apart. The room filled with the sound of electricity crackling, and my screaming, although muffled, and the feeling of cooking build. Chris only cooked me for 10 minutes, but it felt like longer.

Once the weed cleared, Chris approached the tabular array. I am shocked to find not only am I still alive but I can still feel. I smell yummy. Chris removes the jump leads and smells my perfume. I ca n't actuate and nearly fall off the table.

Chris starts by licking my pussy. I moan In ecstasy. Not only can I still feel, but my sens have heightened. Chris looks at me lovingly and gently starts to sink his tooth into my pussy. The pain grows quickly and It feels so right. Then Chris shocks me as he tears it away, wad and swallows and licks the wound. I scream at the top of my lungs as intense pain shoots through me. I look at Chris and he seems to enjoy my screams and the suffering on my face. I notice for the first time, that he is drinking from a dry pint methamphetamine filled with the stock he has been taking from me.

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

As he tears away the residual of my kitty-cat, I say, `` how do I taste ? '' To my surprise he puts a gash of me in my mouth and helps me eat up. It 's the dependable affair I 've ever tasted.

He sinks his teeth into a breast and chews and pulls till it tears away. The pain has not yet dulled. I also get a mouthful of tit. My screams seem to be music to his ears as he eats my other breast. I cry and scream, but also groan in disco biscuit. Chris rolls me over and punch my bunghole, He soon stops this and starts chewing and ripping my ass cheeks., I get another bite. He clamps his jaws around my boldness and crying it away and swallows and the like the former side.

Wanting to keep me awake he stems the bleeding and stitches the wounds. He bites in to one foot and tears the flesh and carries on up the leg. I get no more bites and could n't accept them if I tried. I 'm alive still, but my screeching have become faint groan and my breath has become laboured. Chris looks me in the eyes. I think he 's holding my manus but everything 's becoming hazy. He smiles and speaks but his words are formless noise. I realise I do n't feature much time left and no longer feel anything. The go thing I see is Chris biting what I assume is my belly. I die well-chosen knowing I have fulfilled a puerility phantasy and made Chris happy at the same time.

The End