Chapter 9 ***The Feast and The End***
Everyone was seated at a table, when the main course was brought out and
placed in the middle of the table on a platter. The lid was removed, and Erica's
delicious, meaty body lay there steaming, on her knees with an apple in her
mouth and her hands fastened behind her back. Everyone's mouth watered as her
scent hit their noses.
The fat guy rubbed his stomach and stated how starved he was; the guests
all awaited their serving. A breast and a large piece of the rump roast was
sliced off and given to him. The nipple is the best part, they say.
A few slices of her thighs were passed all around, and her beautiful,
round ass, violated so many times over the past three weeks, was enjoyed by
everyone at the table. Her belly provided meat and stuffing for a few of the
men, and a lady by the name of Alexandra took the other breast.
Everyone dined and enjoyed every bit of the meat that was once Erica.
She was delicious, and stewing in her own juices gave her a fantastic texture.
Once everyone was stuffed to excess, the guests began to leave and the caterers
and chef began to clean up.
The rich, fat man rubbed his full belly, belched, and made a statement
about how sixteen year old flesh tastes the best. All in all, it was a great
evening, and everyone involved was very pleased with the meal. They'd be sure to
do it again sometime.
And, of course, as always, Bob gets the leftovers.
