The Ultimate fancy ( Cassie 's POV )

'' OH YEAH '' ! I scream in disco biscuit as I have an amazing climax and fall back beside Chris in our bed. After various minutes both heavy ventilation I put my head on his muscled breast and whisper `` that was amazing you are so dependable '' `` so are you '' he said. Chris and I had been together 6 twelvemonth. 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 stories on the Internet and called Chris over. We looked down the inclination of categories. I was immediately drawn to the 'cannibalism'category. Hundreds of stories of people being cooked alive and eaten.

As we read, I realised how turned on the stories were making me. I soon found myself opening my trouser and putting Chris 's hand to work between my stage, while I reached into his and fondled his parts. `` Chris, this is turning me on so lots. We 've done everything together, all that 's left is to try this. '' `` But you 'll die '' Chris said `` ever since I was a young woman this is the way I 've dreamt of dying. Please '' I looked into Chris 's center, pleading. After considering for a few minute of arc, Chris said `` Ok, if this is what 's going to make you truly glad. I 'll make the preparations. '' I almost felt like crying. `` Thank you '' I then took him into the bedroom and spent the rest of the day showing him how felicitous I was that he 'd agreed to eat me.

For the next few hebdomad, Chris kept going out but would n't tell me where or why. I started cooking us separate meals as I wanted to flesh out myself up so I tasted as good as possible. Over those weeks. Our sex was the unspoiled it had ever been as Chris had started biting me to test my flavour. He would also rub different condiments and ingredient into my tegument. As well as this, Chris had taken at least two pint of my blood in the finis few workweek

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

We drove for what seemed like minute 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 building. The final stage building I would ever see. I closed my oculus and thought, trying to balance the love I had of my life story with Chris against the regret I would experience if my ultimate phantasy went unfulfilled. My answer was crystallize `` I do. I am prepared for the pain, I want the pain. I want to be your meal ''. `` Well there 'll be plenty of painfulness involved '' Chris smirked. Let 's go inside ''.

A gelidity ran down my acantha as we went inside and Chris locked the door.

There is a chair at the position of the edifice. Beside the chairperson is a table with enema equipment and pliers. There is a lav. There is also a full sizing forked bed, and an enormous table with chasteness and jump lead-in attached. I sit down in the hot seat and Chris crouched down and took my helping hand

'' first, I need you to use the clyster and take a cascade, then I shall take you to the bed and fill your every hole and cover you from head to toe in marinade, then I need to remove your hair, teeth and nails. I will then forget you to marinade for 8 hours. When that fourth dimension is up, I shall move you on to the big table, attach the jump leads to your hands and ft and subdivision, legs and incline, as well as down your throat, and inside your ass and pussy. Are you still prepared to go through with this ? ``

I hesitated but nodded `` yes ''

Chris stood up and held me unaired and gave me the most passionate candy kiss he has ever given me and started to unbutton my shirt. The relief of my clothes quickly come off and he stands back admiring my body. In my attempts to make my self as tasty as potential I have gone from 8 to 12 endocarp in 4 workweek. I smell of dear, inwardness juice and salt, evidence of smearing my entire organic structure in it regularly for the past 4 weeks in another endeavour at enhancing my savour. I 've also been regularly swallowing the same. Chris takes my handwriting 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 bathroom ''

We went into the bathroom and Chris helped me shed light on myself out with the enema. It was then into the shower to cook indisputable I 'm absolutely spotless. He also shaves my header, armpit, pegleg and twat. It was then time for the terminal bit of pleasure I would ever feel.

He took me by the hand to the bed and spent the adjacent 60 minutes filling my mouth, pussy and ass with our succus, as well as covering me from nous 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 perspective imaginable. When we had caught our breath, He guided me to the chair. delight over here comes the pain. He picked up the plier and my right hand. I breathed in anticipation. He took hold of a nail with the plyer, yanked and ripped it role out. I moaned in pain. I did n't cook too much fuss, there was much uncollectible pain to come. Every fingernail and toenail took 2 or 3 tug. Then the teeth, which took even longer and more effort to polish off. It was incredibly difficult and caused pain with each one.

Chris gave me a few mo to recover and then guided me to the cooking tabular array. I want to let our juices soak in. preparation will begin in 8 time of day ''

He came back 8 hr later. `` I 'll gift you one last opportunity to get out of this '' `` no '' I said. We shared our net kiss. Chris strapped me to the table and attached saltation leads to my wrists, ankle, breasts and one down my throat and inside my twat and ass. `` I love you ''

That was when a wholly 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 belated to turn back now. As well as I could with no teeth and a saltation lead down my pharynx I shouted `` DO IT ! TURN IT ON ! ``

Chris turned on the electrical energy. My entire body, inside and out filled with simultaneusly the best and whip pain I 'd ever felt as galvanizing current passed through my body. The burn was incredible both inside and out. As it continued I cried toilsome both at the pain and the view that this would kill me and I would n't get to feel Chris 's teeth tear me apart. The way filled with the sound of electricity crackling, and my screaming, although muffled, and the smell of cooking shape. Chris only cooked me for 10 minutes, but it felt like longer.

Once the heater cleared, Chris approached the mesa. I am shocked to find not only am I still alive but I can still feel. I smell delicious. Chris removes the jump leads and odor my scent. I ca n't move and nearly fall off the table.

Chris starts by licking my pussycat. I moan In XTC. 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 rightfulness. Then Chris shocks me as he tears it away, chew 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 savor my screams and the suffering on my typeface. I notice for the first metre, that he is drinking from a pint deoxyephedrine filled with the line of descent 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 wound. He wants to keep me alive as long as potential ! He 's thought of everything !

As he tears away the rest of my cunt, I say, `` how do I taste ? '' To my surprisal he puts a slash of me in my sass and helps me swallow. It 's the skilful thing I 've ever tasted.

He sinks his teeth into a tit and chews and twist till it tears away. The painfulness has not yet dulled. I also get a mouthful of white meat. My scream seem to be medicine to his auricle as he eats my early boob. I cry and thigh-slapper, but also moan in XTC. Chris rolls me over and biff my asshole, 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 drink and the same the other side.

Wanting to stay fresh me alert he stems the bleeding and stitches the injury. He bites in to one base and tears the flesh and carries on up the leg. I get no more collation and could n't swallow them if I tried. I 'm awake still, but my screams have become weak moans and my intimation has become laboured. Chris looks me in the eyes. I think he 's holding my handwriting but everything 's becoming hazy. He smiles and speaks but his wrangle are formless noise. I realise I do n't give birth a lot time left and no longer palpate anything. The in conclusion thing I see is Chris biting what I assume is my belly. I die felicitous knowing I have fulfilled a childhood fantasy and made Chris happy at the same time.

The End