Cannibal Cruise

Notes:

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This is a fantasy! Women are lovable persons and I would do anything to make them happy. I am a vegetarian myself.

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Cannibal Cruise. Chapter 3.

Extract from captain Jessica Joy's diary:

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I love darling Betty! After the sweetest love making I have offered her a permanent job aboard if she survives the tour -I'll sing her praises to all passengers to improve her odds. I know she has accepted because of me, with her bonus she would never need work again.

'Recreation and games' should be a permanent position. Witness the enormous success of the Equator crossing theatre play! Pure creativity and style. None of the usual 'Jack the Ripper' messy crap! Passengers and crew were ecstatic! So much so that they clamoured for a 'wild beasts' scene encore.

I talked to the Chefs, "Look ladies" I said "everybody aboard wants some wild plays even if it means cooking damaged girls." I forestalled their arguments "Just while pre-lottery girls last. Let's make the most of them! Crew girls need the excitement, lotteries will start soon enough. They will not be so eager for wild plays then!" After much grumbling and complaining they finally gave in.

Betty had her actresses repeat the 'wild beasts' scene, this time with three gorgeous condemned gals. How the audience cheered! Actresses playing wild beast got so carried away they ripped some flesh off their victims. Some dinner girls went into kitchens missing nipples, pussy lips or chunks of buttock. Chefs rushed the crying girls directly to the kitchens for a hasty breast filling and oven roasting while sex crazed, bloody fanged 'wild beasts' joined the rutting audience.

When Chefs stop being hopping mad angry I'll try to sweet talk them into letting Betty have another eight pre-lottery girls in a few days time. The girl has lots of bright ideas!

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In captain Jessica's cabin, lovers lying on bed.

"I love you Jessy. I'll arrange things so you can eat my best parts if I am cooked."

"Hush baby. You do have a one track mind!"

"It is exciting! I've come many times imagining you carving tasty morsels from my roasted body. A crisp nipple," pushing a luscious breast to Jessica's lips "a tasty rump steak," wriggling her bottom "or strong flavoured cunt filet." pressing Jessica's hand to her flooded pussy.

"Mmmmm! Roasted would be nice but eating your living, juicy pussy is heaven. Come, let's 69!"

"Right!!!! And don't you forget my winky!" jumping in position "Open up. Let me have some honey!"

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Exhausted after wild love making.

"We'll touch port at Nuku Hiva tomorrow. Beautiful as the place is, I am happy we'll stay for just one day." says Jessica.

"How so lover?"

"During the 'troubled times' Marquesas islands became independent from France and now this is one of the few areas in the world where cannibalism is illegal.

Because of their silly laws the whole archipelago is in a desperate situation. Sex imbalance is tremendous and there are no institutionalized ways to sublimate women's new impulses.

In Nuku Hiva, largest island in the archipelago but barely 300 square km. in size, scarcely a day passes when less than three women commit suicide or die in reckless accidents. And, their meat is wasted, buried uneaten. Can you believe it?!"

"Poor, poor women. Such meaningless deaths!"

"Most edible animals disappeared after the world-wide epidemic. The only source of animal protein is a carefully nurtured type of pig. These pigs, also affected by the epidemic, are exceedingly difficult to breed and pork meat is a rarity enjoyed only by the very rich. Not that I would ever eat such an ugly, hairy, dirty animal! Passengers and crew usually puke their guts out when they see natives eating that repugnant meat."

"Disgusting!"

"There are secret cannibal societies here but ruthlessly persecuted. Their only way to procure woman meat is either stealing fresh corpses or organizing clandestine lotteries. Both methods are very dangerous.

Body stealing requires quick action, luck and heavy bribing. Clandestine lotteries involve an elaborate deception. A girl willing to participate has to write, beforehand, a letter informing of her intention to commit suicide in a way in which her body can never be recovered. Girls not chosen are given back their letters, those of girls eaten are sent, indirectly, to local authorities.

I know so much about local, secret cannibal societies because the leader of one paid me a visit last time I was here."

"Do tell me!"

"A smiling, middle aged, attractive woman was shown into my cabin. She introduced herself offering her hand."

"Extremely kind of you to receive me captain Jessica. My name is Tarita."

"I took an instant liking to her, shook her hand and, impulsively, embraced her."

"Welcome aboard Tarita, what can I do for you?"

"I admire greatly what you and 'Dolcett World Cruise Lines' are doing and I think the group I am honoured to lead may be of assistance." regarding my body with appreciation "Our stupid laws forbid public nudity and I feel overdressed. Allow me."

"She undresses. What a beautiful body! Golden skin, narrow waist, pert breasts, tight bottom,..."

"Careful!"

"Oh, don't be silly! No woman compares to you!"

"Give us a kiss!" passionately given "Now go on."

####### Secret cannibal society in Nuku Hiva as told by Jessica. BEGIN.

So, we were in my cabin and Tarita told me of her group.

"I am current head of an, all women, cannibal society, clandestine of course. A handful of us created the society three years ago, each founder contributing whatever money she could spare and her own body. We bought a nice villa hidden in a remote area of Taipivai valley. It is perfect for our cannibal feasts and orgies."

"We, founding members wrote our society rules and still abide by them. Here are the main ones:

-All members to help each other in any situation. This has given all of us wealth and a better social status.

-Every member must hand a, signed, suicide letter to the directing committee. Committee vows to keep letters safe and use them only when concerned members have been eaten in a society feast.

-All members to participate in all lotteries. A certified, tamper proof, computer program (widely used in cannibal countries) will choose randomly from all members. Selection probability will decrease with the number of lotteries already attended. Same probability for members in the 0..10 attendance group to encourage new memberships.

-Lotteries to take place even if no prize money is available. If available, prize to be shared equally among surviving participants.

-Members to encourage trusted female relatives and friends to join our society. After securing their suicide letters, favoured candidates will be invited, as guests, to our feasts and orgies.

-Honorary male members may be admitted if they demonstrate their ability to assist the society. They also must be well liked by all society women. Men, of course, will not participate in lotteries. Their attendance to feasts will depend on their popularity and usefulness to the society.

-Wealthy, carefully selected, non member, men and women will be allowed to attend our cannibal feasts if they donate generously to the society. Can be banned from orgies for incorrect behaviour."

"It must be awful to live in a place where the excitement of risking your life and the pleasures of cannibalism are forbidden, but I envy you the thrill of enjoying it all against law and convention, dear Tarita."

"Looking back, beginnings were really difficult. Our first feasts were incredibly exciting and addictive. Paying guests, girlfriends and female relatives were invited. Paying guests provided lottery prizes and much needed funds. Non paying women guests were invited in the hope of attracting them to the society. Many became members, but not enough." sighing "Our numbers dwindled dangerously."

"We had eaten half our original group and were on the verge of curtailing lotteries when one of us proposed her fiancée as honorary member. Being director of a big hospital he still supplies our society with corpses of young women. His timely contributions eased the pressure on our numbers and our feasts and orgies continued. Other members also proposed their boyfriends and we soon had several useful men as honorary members. An influential politician and a police officer are a big help with the suicide letters scheme and our boys are not adverse to an occasional kidnapping if we point some nasty bitch to them."

"Things have improved lately. Trustworthy, paying guests attend regularly at our feasts and word, whispered in secret, of our society and orgies has reached many an adventurous girl's ears. Nowadays there is a long queue of women waiting for membership. Lotteries are now held monthly and cooked women are immediately replaced. We feel we are helping our country by spreading cannibalism and correcting sexes imbalance."

"I would be proud to be your friend Tarita."

"You honour me captain Jessica!"

"Please call me Jessy. You'll stay for dinner of course. I hope your business can wait? Would you like to visit our ship?"

"Certainly! I appreciate your kindness... Jessy."

You know how I like showing the 'Merideth', Betty. Tarita's eyes brightened when we reached pre-lottery girls' quarters. So many beautiful, edible women ready for cooking! The girls were randy as usual, and we spent some time pleasuring them.

What really impressed her was the execution and cooking hall. Dinner was in progress, six girls cooking inside luau sand pits, heads sticking from stocks while extremely hot stones transformed their bodies into culinary works of art. The poor gals were almost gone, cries turning to soft orgasmic moans.

"What is the recipe if I may ask?"

"It is no secret, we borrowed the idea from your underground ovens. A bed of red-hot stones, burlap, a layer of palm leaves, a well fleshed girl with yams and sweet potatoes, another layer of palm leaves, more burlap, sand to cover the lot and, voila! A meal fit for gods! Our only contribution has been the stock to lock the girl's neck leaving her head out. Her cries are music to cannibal ears!"

Just then six Chefs, armed with electric knives, start to cut the girls' heads off. Blood and steam come out of their neck stumps.

"What do you do with their heads?"

"We always cut them off before they are damaged. After some beautifying they decorate dinner tables. Sometimes we attach them back to the roasted bodies. The effect is quite provocative."

She admires all our cooking appliances, particularly girl kebabs. Waitresses, naked as almost everybody aboard, are busy setting up the restaurant and I lead Tarita to the captain's table where we join three favoured passengers.

We have an animated conversation going when our current 'recreation and games' -wink to Betty- announces that two girls will be fast fried to provide entrées until luau girls are ready. Cheers fill the hall. Tarita becomes extremely aroused. She fondles the penis of the man sitting next to her and, when rigid, impales herself on it, hips gyrating lasciviously. Her eyes never stray from the fast fryers where both girls are being simultaneously prepared.

Collapsible wire baskets lie flat near the fryers, sides laid down. Girls are made to sit on them in lotus posture, hands at their backs. Legs and hands are then tied in place with fine wire. Wide, lightweight, glass roundels are fixed to necks to protect the girls' heads from the boiling oil.

Wire baskets are recreated, raising their sides, and cables attached. Girls safely inside, the baskets are lifted and manoeuvred over the fryers. Both girls are lowered into boiling oil at once. Their frenzied screams fill the hall, exciting enormously all present. Their bodies can be seen in the bubbling oil through the fryers glass walls. They are almost immediately lifted. Baskets are then deposited on special trays, cables released, basket sides collapsed and roundels removed.

Trolleys bearing the trays are rolled to restaurant tables. One stops at ours, the fried girl's body twitching, her moans pitiful. A smiling waitress deftly cuts thin slices from the girl's body and fills our plates. The girl does not seem to feel the knife cuts, all her nerve endings have been destroyed. I order her fried cunt for Tarita. Captain privilege!

After doing the table rounds, the girls' heads are cut off and their bodies follow several cycles of fast frying -which cooks a thin layer of their flesh- carving and serving until all their delicious flesh has been consumed.

Steaming, delicious luaued girl is served next. Tarita eats little but with great relish. Eating woman's flesh, she confides, often brings her to orgasm.

"I am in love with the idea of cannibalism! The thrill of risking your life in a lottery. The enormous high when somebody else is chosen. Sexual excitement multiplied a million-fold when admiring or performing an outrageously wicked execution. A woman screaming and moaning her way to become a delicious delicacy, pain and lust indistinguishable in her face,... Women bodies are meant to be eaten! We are made to give of ourselves. Such scrumptious curves and secret places,... And I have no words to tell you of the orgies attending this divine practice!"

"Whoa! Tarita You do get carried away! What would you feel if you were the one chosen in the lottery?"

"I have enjoyed so many delightfully orgiastic cannibal feasts that it would be a small price to pay. The idea moves me so much that I am sure I would enjoy my own execution. I have never failed to detect sexual pleasure in an executed woman!"

"How would you like an after dinner drink?"

"Splendid idea, Jessy!"

On our way to my cabin, Tarita questions me about our 'boiler babe'. She has never seen a girl boiled for soup! Over our brandies I replay several cooking scenes for her. She enjoys them so much that I make a copy of my favourite multimedia book 'One thousand depraved ways to cook a live woman' -a collector item- and hand it to her. Her cannibal society is in for a few surprises!

"Human ingenuity is truly amazing, Tarita. I am sure you'll find this collection of stereoscopic recordings educational, inspiring and very, very entertaining."

Holding the memory stick as if it contained the Crown jewels "Oh, thank you, thank you Jessy! We are a little behind the times here in Marquesas, but eager to learn!"

"Tell me of your secret society, dear Tarita, and explain how it could be of assistance to 'Dolcett World Cruise Lines'."

"We have named our society Inanna after the Sumerian Goddess of sexuality and the chase. Our symbol is a voluptuous naked Goddess holding bow and arrow. Legend has it that she went through the seven gates of hell leaving clothing and ornaments behind until, at the last gate, she was entirely naked. The queen of the underworld killed her and hanged her delicious body on a hook. When Inanna returned from the underworld, willing priestesses had to be periodically executed to take her place there. In ancient times priestess-prostitutes worshipped Inanna in her temple Emashmash -the house of offerings. This is the name we have given to our villa in Taipivai valley."

"We want The Marquesas among modern civilized countries, accepting cannibalism wholeheartedly. It will be a long time before Inanna can show herself, proudly naked, to Marquesan society but we want to start preparing the way now."

"We wish to assist 'Dolcett World Cruise Lines' ships in any possible way and would be proud to accept 'Dolcett club' status. Inanna knows of the trouble 'Karyn Aites' experiences whenever she sails our waters. Since departure from Acapulco passengers and crew must endure a monotonous diet of South American girls until the cruiser touches port in the more enlightened lands of French Polynesia.

Far from my intentions to disparage South American flesh -our honorary member, the hospital director, once brought us a freshly killed Argentinian girl and I have to concede excellent flavour and firmness- but it can not compare to our delicately flavoured women's flesh.

Lack of variety during the first week of the trip somehow flaws the acclaimed 'Meats Of The World Tour'. The same can be said of the 'Merideth'. Would not everybody aboard appreciate some fresh, exotic flesh before crew lotteries start?"

"That would be wonderful, but how can it be? We are suspected as soon as we touch port! Local authorities keep careful tab of the number of women who board and disembark and we may not depart until both counts tally.

Last year the 'Karyn Aites', driven by necessity, landed a larding party. Friendly locals directed them to suitable women in Taiohae and they managed to smuggle six aboard. Unfortunately one of them left a message behind and local police boarded and searched the ship. Luckily at that time all the local women had been enjoyably executed and eaten. Although local authorities could not prove their charges they still remain suspicious. Since then nobody from the 'Karyn Aites' is allowed to disembark here without a special permission. Most annoying!"

"Inanna can help dear Jessy! One of our honorary members has contacts in the harbour police. We could visit your ship posing as a group of local dancers, hired to entertain crew and passengers. Once aboard we'd organize a lottery. Chosen sisters would stay behind for you to enjoy and, departing, we'd take an equal number of your South American girls with us. You'd be able to feast on our flesh -a forbidden delicacy- and we'd be free to indulge in -let's say unusual- orgies with our newly acquired, foreign, sisters."

"You are a genius Tarita!" I said, kissing her "I'll do my utmost to convince those above me! If I have my way, Inanna will soon become a clandestine Dolcett club, lavishly funded by 'Dolcett World Cruise Lines'. I'll also propose better terms: Inanna will stay a whole day aboard and take part in all meals and feasts to honour her doomed members. DWCL will not grudge one or two extra pre-lottery girls to feed you all."

"Oh Jessy, you make me so happy. This is what I have always dreamt for Inanna!"

"I can only promise to try, but I am quite certain your proposal will be gratefully accepted."

"Dear Jessy would you do us the honour of attending one of our feasts?"

"Gladly! The honour will be mine."

Perhaps it was not wise to accept -the last thing 'DWCL' needs is one of its captains caught attending a criminal activity in Marquesas- but I saw such sincerity in Tarita's eyes that I could not refuse. And, let's face it, I was thrilled and extremely aroused by the idea.

Tarita picked me up early next morning. I had sailors load a case of vintage wine in her car and we set out on our way to fabled Emashmash in Taipivai valley.

"I am so glad you accepted! You'll probably find our feast primitive. Take into consideration that we have learnt by trial and error, we try to compensate with sheer enthusiasm. Inanna is always thinking of novel methods for lotteries, executions and recipes." sighing "Nothing to compare with what I saw yesterday in your beautiful ship!"

"I would not miss your feast for anything! Will you take part in the lottery?"

"Of course. All members have to! For me it is not only a duty but a privilege. I thoroughly flushed myself out this morning of course, but it is very unlikely I'll be chosen. I have lost count of the number of lotteries and feasts I have enjoyed." giggling "Let's hope Inanna's computer remembers!"

I enjoy our drive, Taipivai valley is only sixteen km. away from Taiohae but Tarita makes several detours to show me beautiful waterfalls and a long winding river. Following a barely discernible packed earth road we finally reach Emashmash a villa you would not notice unless somebody pointed it to you. It is hidden in lush vegetation and hedged by big rock outcrops that conceal its real size. An automatic door opens and Tarita drives her car into an underground garage.

We get rid of all our clothes in a changing room. Tarita becomes a new, younger woman, sparkling eyes and lithe body radiating sexiness. She leads me to the villa impossibly big inner court. I stop to take my bearings. We are in a spacious, well shaded, grassy area where a crowd of naked people, mostly women, lounge on mattresses, some couples enjoying lazy sex. In front there is a kidney shaped swimming pool, well tended gardens further back. Left, there is a kind of small, open air auditorium or theatre. On my right, close to what I imagine is a kitchen, its doors open to the court, there is an outdoor cooking area with open air ovens, pits for underground ovens and firepits for spit-roasts.

A pretty young girl jumps up and embraces and kisses Tarita passionately.

"Maeve my darling, let me introduce you to Jessica Joy, captain of the 'Merideth'. Jessy this is my sweet love Maeve."

Maeve is a beauty, big, mischievous doe eyes, perfect body, golden skin and long raven black hair.

"Delighted to meet you Maeve."

Kissing me "I know all about you Jessica! Tarita has also told me about the exciting activities in your ship. Welcome!"

"I'll show Jessica around, Maeve, we'll join you later. Come Jessy, introductions can wait."

Inside, the villa is luxurious. Sybaritic baths, modern furniture, many comfortable bedrooms, two halls, an enormous dinning room -charmingly decorated with pretty taxidermed heads of past members- and a big fully equipped, spotless kitchen -most of the cooking must be done outdoors- a woman's smoked ham and arm, fingernails and toenails still painted bright red, hang from hooks in the ceiling.

Tarita next shows me the gardens. It is a pleasure to walk among whispering fountains and cool grottoes. Further back there is a wide secluded area covered with soft grass, perfect for a picnic. On the rock wall that closes the gardens, inside a wide, shallow cave I see, neatly ranged, a wooden structure for hangings with sharp impalement poles underneath, a restraining frame, breast piercer and slicer, guillotine, horizontal spitting machine, several unidentifiable machines and a barbecue and grill. There are also two thick wooden tables and three big cabinets for accessories. All the machines seem to be cleverly hand-made and lovingly maintained.

Tarita, a naughty glint in her eyes, explains "We strive for variety. Usually each cooking recipe suggests a method of execution but sometimes we prefer to separate execution from cooking."

"Woman members vote beforehand where they want lotteries to take place. If it is by the kitchen, executions are fairly straightforward and depend on the cooking method chosen. When we feel like some wicked fun we all agree to an imaginative 'program of activities' and lotteries take place here." winking "Occasionally we have some annoying lady visitor as our unwilling guest. Such exciting fun! We love surprise garden barbecues!"

Back by the swimming pool, Tarita introduces me to everybody -first names only and no particulars. Most of the women are beautiful islanders, like Maeve, but there are some exceptions, several blondes and a couple of redheads. Only nine men, strongly built islanders and a Frenchman. A handsome, well hung islander looks at me with interest and so does the pretty blonde hanging from his arm. I promise with my eyes to meet them later. Tarita tells me we are 70 people: 50 Inanna female members, 5 male honorary members, 9 paying guests and 6 other guests including two girls who will replace the members we are going to eat.

"I see you also have a theatre."

Giggles and good humoured banter greet my comment while many voices try to explain at once.

"Girls, girls! I think Tina and Mera should explain. It is their idea after all."

Tina and Mera, two high spirited young gals take me to the semicircular 'theatre'. It has three tiers of benches of increasing height from front to back. The enthusiastic girls interrupt each other's voluble explanations, happy and excited to talk of their pet subject.

Tina, fingering her pussy "We thought we could make lotteries more exciting and entertaining."

Mera, caressing my bum "And combine lotteries with executions!"

Both "And we thought of Inanna's bow!"

"Sorry girls but I don't understand."

"Come have a look at the benches."

There are ten centimetres wide, round holes at regular intervals along the benches.

"Well I still..."

"There are 50 holes in total. One for each of us Inanna women!"

"And we lock an Inanna's bow deep inside each hole. Only the arrow tip sticks outside."

Taking my hands "Come we'll show you."

Holding a long cylinder of the same diameter as the bench holes "This is an Inanna's bow. This is the tip of the metal spit inside -the Inanna's arrow. There is an explosive charge at the bottom."

Excitedly "We girls sit down on the benches pushing the spit tip up our bums. If an electric current triggers the explosive..."

Giggling "Booomm! The unlucky girl is spitted..."

"Only about thirty centimetres deep because of the limit ring in the spit."

"Inanna's arrow lifts her high and leaves her there because the lower end of the spit locks into the Inanna's bow."

"Then we remove the spit limit ring and let her spit herself."

"Fun for at least one hour!"

"And she is almost ready for roasting!"

Tarita, who has joined us "Let's hope it works this time!"

Hotly "It was just a technical hitch!"

Pouting "And silly, dumb Tira! Not enough sense to sit straight!"

Thoughtfully "Won't happen again. We have raised the arrow tips to keep us girls always in line."

"Don't be upset my tender, darling long-pigs. Of course it will work all right! Now run along and have fun."

Tarita, when we are alone, laughing "The first time was a disaster.

We had only three centimetres of spit inside our rectums and poor Tira leaned back on her seat. The spit tip came out through her belly just above her clitoris. We had to un-spit her, replace the charge, get her back in place and fire the bow again. She did not like it a tiny bit!

The other Inanna's bow was even worse. One of the explosive charges was a dud and Helen, although spitted, was not lifted high enough. She dropped back onto the bench -very undignified! We also had to un-spit and do her again."

"Later, everybody had a big laugh and agreed we had had more fun this way. Nevertheless this time I have insisted all of us sit straight with fully ten centimetres of spit inside our bums."

We walk back to the group and after an entertaining chat with irrepressible Maeve -quite taken with the idea of an Inanna lottery aboard the 'Merideth'- I search for the randy couple I had crossed glances with before. There they are, by the swimming pool.

"Hello I am Jessica... Jessy."

"Come, lay down with us. This is Manup and I am Monique." giggling, looking at Manup's cock "Hey, look what you have done! Take pity on him Jessy."

I find myself straddling Monique, her lips on my clit, my cunt nicely cock-stuffed. Monique's succulent, tempting pussy opens to my tongue.

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"Are you both guests, Manup?"

"I am an honorary member."

"How did you become one? What do you do for Inanna?"

Smiling "I was introduced by my sister Taira and I'd rather not answer your second question."

"How foolish of me! Please forgive me, I'm not used to consider cannibalism illegal."

"No harm done Jessy. My girlfriend Monique is technically a guest until we have lunch."

"Are you a replacement Monique?"

"Yes for one of the women we are going to eat. I am lucky I have waited for just two months, some poor girls wait for ages!"

"Is it your first cannibal feast?"

"My second, I was here the day Manup's sister was eaten."

"Sorry."

"Don't be! We both adored Taira but eating her was great. My first woman flesh. I salivate just thinking of it. Excellent gravy too, a new recipe I was told."

"We got her forearm and a good piece of buttock. Half a breast from the other girl too. Preparing her for the oven was great fun. A good sport my sister was! Monique sure was excited!"

"So were you my bull. Gave me a very sore pussy! Taira had a good life, she ate through quite a few gals herself and was forever telling me about all the orgies she attended and how much fun she always had. Made me mad with envy. I swear she orgasmed at the end!"

Some men are busy firing an oven and preparing a firepit. Several women work in the kitchen. We join them, I help with sauces, Manup chops tropical fruit and Monique busies herself with sweet potatoes. Two long outdoor tables are laid out. Gay, fragrant flowers and head display silver bases decorate them.

I feel a change in the mood of the group. Tension mounts and conversations die. Inanna women try to calculate their odds to survive -uncomfortably low for new members, they wish they had already attended 10 lotteries, common wisdom has it that you are reasonably safe then. Intimate touches develop into frantic sex. This may be the last time they caress, kiss or fuck! Friends and lovers anxious for their loved ones, fervently pray they are spared but deep inside they know they'll enjoy the proceedings as much as anybody else if they are chosen.

Guests are also caught in the frenzied rutting. I look for Manup and Monique. Monique is on her back, feet over Manup's shoulders, his thick penis ploughing her anus, her hand flying over her gaping cunt.

A hand caresses my bum, it is attractive, sultry Ani. Tarita has introduced her as one of the few remaining Inanna founding sisters. Her flexible, still young body wraps around mine and we kiss deeply. We lay down, still kissing, and entwine our legs. Breasts pressing, her hot cunt kisses mine while my tongue teases hers. A symphony of moans and excited cries lead us on until we ourselves contribute to the communal orgasm.

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Everybody looks at directing committee members. The moment has come!

Tarita "Time to get ready sisters."

I can not but admire Tarita. Having attended so many cannibal feasts it is unlikely she is chosen today but her composure is remarkable. She and Maeve are the first to enter the special cleaning pool. All Inanna women have thoroughly cleaned their bowels with enemas early this morning but this final cleansing is just a ritual last check. Women help each other to fill their bowels with warm water using the hoses by the pool. Proud and sexy, all force strong jets of clear water out of their anuses.

We all turn to the spitting theatre -'Inanna's forest of arrows'. Tarita walks to a raised table in the centre of the small auditorium, sets the portable Inanna's computer on it, screen visible to everybody, connects a cable to a socket -an interface to the Inanna's bows I learned later, switches the computer on and sits down on the grassy ground, remote keyboard on her lap.

One by one all Inanna members are called, recent additions first. After thoroughly greasing her anus with edible woman-fat, each woman chooses a seat in the theatre and sits down, inserting carefully the protruding spit inside her anus. Tarita types the chosen seat number and, as soon as the woman is properly plugged, the computer screen shows her face and, clearly marked in a view of the theatre, her seat.

Each woman copes with the enormous strain of risking her life in a different way. Some withdraw inside themselves, some find comfort holding hands with near sisters. Many frig themselves and knead their breasts as if there were no tomorrow -which could very well be the case- and a few seem blissfully unconcerned, apparently enjoying the whole thing. This is the case of Tina and Mera, eager to test their brainchild again.

Tarita is the last to go. After greasing her anus she types the delayed firing command and calmly occupies her place.

Tension mounts as seconds tick. Only guests can follow the count down in the computer screen. One minute to go, one woman cries disconsolately, another moans near orgasm. Tina and Mera exhort their sisters to sit straight for a perfect spitting.

A muted bang and two women shoot up uttering sharp, surprised shrieks. Their feet hang 30 centimetres above their former seats. Shouts of happiness from all the spared women. We guests hasten to join the ecstatic women who embrace and kiss us and each other full of enthusiasm.

Ani cups Maeve's wet sex and kneads her breasts while the girl talks to Tarita who rubs her own clitoris and pinches her nipples in spite of cruel pain, her cries a mixture of suffering and lust.

"I'll never forget you dear Tarita!" moaning, aroused by Ani's hands "My dream is to live as intensely as you have lived and to die giving joy to my friends and sisters. Just like you!"

Gasping and panting "Don't grieve my sweet. Help Ani to make our dreams come true. Enjoy my death and feast on my flesh!" rubbing her clitoris faster "This is more exciting than I thought. Pain and sex converge. I'll give you all a good time. Let me have more spit!"

Imperious commands, hysterical crying, shrill screams and foul insults drown Tarita's words.

"Who is the other bitch?"

"It is nasty Lau, Tarita."

"Never had style. She is a mean slut. She deserves a nasty end. Don't spare us, have fun!"

Tina and Mera frigging each other delightedly "Was it not beautiful Tarita?"

"The best spitting in my whole life! Let me ride the pole my pets."

The girls unlock the thick rubber ring which keeps Tarita' anal sphincter from sliding down the pole. Tarita suddenly drops down five centimetres shrieking lustily. Tina slides the ring down the spit. Tarita cries, face contorted in pain, her hands clutching her stomach where the spit tip is tearing her entrails. Slowly her face relaxes and one hand searches for her clitoris. Her moans once again contain sexual excitement.

Everybody joins in a communal orgy on the mattresses by the swimming pool, the impaled women's screams and moans drive us to a pitch of excitement. I find myself under Monique nibbling her nipples and fingering her pussy while Manup lustily sodomizes her. Unknown hands fondle my breasts and a hungry mouth devours my pussy lapping creamy juices avidly. Air, thick with sex musk, vibrates with a multitude of orgasmic cries that transport us to unknown heights of excitement.

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Three girls lying close to us welcome Monique to Inanna "This is the way to live dear sister! Your body more than ever an object of desire. The thrill of the Lottery. Feeling a wicked Goddess afterwards, enjoying your sisters' lusty screams and feasting on their flesh. The deliciously exhausting orgies. Living each moment intensely, in a continuous high, waiting for next feast,..."

"And don't forget extras! Lottery prizes. Inanna's helping hand in everyday life. Free use of Emashmash, luxury, feasts and orgies, many surprise parties,..."

"I do love surprise parties! Three last month. Two cute, delicious bodies from the hospital and a divine, exquisite execution in the garden grounds. I'll love being an Inanna woman even if you cook me next month!"

"We new members have a fair chance. Take today: Tarita is a founding member and that bitch, Lau, has been eating sisters for more than one year."

Lau, the bitch, was being a spoilsport. Cursing, kicking and spitting she had kept at bay anyone trying to remove the limit ring in her spit. This was not the expected attitude of a sister. Screaming, crying and moaning was all right. It calmed the doomed woman and excited all present. Cursing and delaying her own execution was 'just not done'.

Several men have finally grasped her arms and legs. Mera is about to release the spit limit ring when a chant of "Slanted, slanted" is taken up by all present. Men hold Lau while Mera unlocks the spit from the Inanna's bow. Lau, spit sticking from her ass, is taken to a big preparation table in the cooking grounds.

Ani and Maeve join us.

Maeve, embracing and kissing me "Ah, here you are Jessy! You are lucky. This is going to be one of our best feasts! We all love Tarita," sighing "I adore her... But cooking and eating her luscious body has always been our most cherished fantasy. She is riding Inanna's arrow most beautifully, moaning lustily. I am sure she has been orgasming the last half hour! We'll cut her head off, marinade her body, -a sauce made with taro leaves simmered in coconut milk- and bake her to mouth watering perfection. I can not wait!"

Ani "Roasting Lau will be most entertaining! We are going to use another of Tina and Mera ideas. The dear girls won't hear of it but I am going to put to the vote we raise their attendance to 20 -the Lottery program accepts such changes if all members agree. Inanna needs our pretty geniuses. They deserve some extra good luck in lotteries!"

Just then several women lovingly carry spitted Tarita to another table in the cooking grounds. We join them in time to see Tina roll out an auxiliary table with a neck stock on top. Both tables joined, Tarita, face up, is moved until her neck can be locked in the stock. She moans continuously, more in excitement than pain.

Maeve "We are all proud of you, dearest Tarita." enthusiastically "You'll taste delicious! Get ready for a royal send off my love."

Many hands caress Tarita and fondle her breasts. Maeve licks her lover's vagina, sucking on her distended clitoris. Tarita's moans change in pitch and, just then, Tina presses simultaneously two buttons in the auxiliary table -a portable pneumatic guillotine actually. A hiss of compressed air and a sharp blade rises into the neck stock severing Tarita's head cleanly. Her body twitches, arms and legs flailing. Her pretty head tries to cry a final moan but nothing comes from her open lips. Her bright, excited eyes slowly dim while great shouts of joy celebrate a perfect execution.

Eager hands prepare Tarita's body. The Inanna's arrow is removed and bunches of aromatic herbs are rammed up the gaping anus. Vagina and anus are plugged with pieces of tropical fruit and the luscious body is left to marinate in a vat full of lu'au sauce. Ani and Maeve take Tarita's head indoors to prepare and beautify it for the coming lunch.

I wander to the other preparation table to see how Lau -the bitch- is faring. Mera is directing proceedings. Lau's original spit, the Inanna's arrow, has been withdrawn and replaced by another of a most original design: A long pole with a crossbar, where the woman's ankles are locked, and a perpendicular short bar, thirty centimetres from the tip, which branches into another crossbar, to lock her wrists, and a rod that, running along Lau's back, ends in a swivel neck ring.

There is a happy, festive mood, everybody looking forward to an entertaining live roast. Amid loud cheers and ribald comments, partially impaled Lau, ankles, wrists and neck perfectly secured, is lifted and carried to the burning firepit. The lower end of her spit is locked into a device firmly set on the ground at one side of the pit.

This ingenious device permits complete control of the spitting pole. Pole vertical, Mera adjusts its height while Lau is lavishly basted with sauce. Indignant complaints and threats follow the removal of her gag. They turn to foul curses and then frantic pleas when the spit tilts holding her slanted body over the fire. Her feet and lower legs are uncomfortably close to the fire, thighs and buttocks somewhat farther, torso still higher, her head is actually out of the firepit. Everybody applauds when the spit starts to turn.

Tina and Mera explain the finer points of this novel roasting method amid general comments.

"Lau will stay alive for a long time, her spit really doesn't go very deep."

"And her upper body is far enough from the fire even if her feet are cooking nicely."

"After eating her feet and calves we'll shift the spit further into the control block to get her thighs going, buttocks next and so on."

"I bet she is still alive when her cunt is ready. I prefer cunt filets rare, you know."

"I like them juicy too. I love freshly cooked meat and this is the best way!"

Lau howls while eager cannibals take turns basting her lower body. Her feet and calves are soon perfectly roasted and Tina starts to carve and serve the deliciously steaming meat. She wields a long handled knife while Mera holds a likewise long handled pan underneath to catch the steaming cuts.

I am one of the first to be served delicious slivers of meat from Lau's calves. The poor woman's cries and moans somehow enhance the taste of her delicious flesh.

Tarita's body, artistically arranged on an earthenware tray, is finally put to cook inside the heated oven. Her beautiful head graces one of the tables.

Ukuleles and drums, skilfully played, move everybody to dance while we wait for Tarita's body to cook to perfection.

Carving Lau's fat cunt filet brings forth a last shrill scream. Her body, joyfully consumed, slowly disappears until it is just a bundle of bones crowned by a roasted head.

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I have seldom enjoyed myself so much! A nap and lazy sex after lunch was followed by a lively discussion on how to make the most of the next 'surprise party'.

A fanatic, local female politician, responsible for the cruel persecution of secret cannibal societies, has finally been kidnapped -simulating one of her travels abroad- by Inanna's male, honorary members. Next week she will be the main course in what promises to be an exciting garden barbecue.

Thinking of wicked games to include in the program of activities -Tina and Mera, giggling impishly, explain the use of the machines Tarita showed me at the gardens picnic area- get us all so worked up that we end in the most orgasmic, wildest orgy I have ever experienced.

Later, Ani, who has automatically replaced Tarita as leader of Inanna's directing committee, drives me back to the 'Merideth'. She is fully acquainted with the plans I had discussed with Tarita, concerning Inanna's lotteries aboard 'Merideth' and 'Karyn Aites'. I promise to present Inanna's proposal in 'Dolcett World Cruise Lines' to the best of my abilities and we part hoping to share new, exciting experiences in a few months.

####### Secret cannibal society in Nuku Hiva as told by Jessica. END.

"Wow Jessy! What a story. And you say you don't like Nuku Hiva!"

"Well, I don't. But I do look forward to receive Inanna on my ship!"

"Do you have good news for her?"

"The best! 'Dolcett World Cruise Lines' has granted Inanna full 'Dolcett club' status with a generous annuity. All members will enjoy a full day aboard 'DWCL' cruises docking in Nuku Hiva, no meat-girls or expenses spared to make their stay perfect.

Inanna will stay overnight -Oh girl, is Inanna hot!- and celebrate her lottery next morning just before leaving. We'll keep those members selected -I salivate just thinking of  their delicately flavoured flesh, Betty- and they'll take some of our pre-lottery girls with them."

"I guess a celebration to welcome them is in order."

"Yes. You have to help me, darling Betty! We must talk to the Chefs and prepare unusual menus. They'll love something wicked and sophisticated -have to use the 'boiler babe', they have never seen a girl cooked for soup. And you have to think of new, daring food-games ..."

"Leave it to me sweety-cunt!"

Cannibal Cruise. Chapter 3. End.