This topic is for stories written by various artists for my wife Serena.
Feel free to write some new one and post it here.
Main topic is cannibalism/feet torture, but any subject is welcome.
I also post some photos of Serena to inspire some new stories
Firts story:
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Serena's Dinner
By: Vanessa Feathertree
Serena was looking forward to this evening. She had just met some one new. And as it turns out, he was opening a new restaurant in town. He had invited her to the grand opening for dinner. She wanted everything to go great. The grand opening was not for another five hours. Enough time to buy a new dress, shoes and stop for her hair appointment. As she is walking down the street to her appointment, a beautiful dress catches her eye. She walks over to the window for a better look. The dress has a "V-dive" that is quite revealing and a very low cut back as well. It stops 15 centimeters above the knee. It is made of dark blue, satin material and has a belt across the middle of it. It is absolutely beautiful and perfect for the night's affairs. She enters the store to purchase it. A young blonde stands behind the counter and smiles to Serena when she enters.
"Good afternoon, Miss. Is there some thing I can interest you in?" her friendly smile appears again.
That beautiful dress in the window. I would like to buy it for a social gathering I am attending tonight." The girl walks over to the dress and brings it back for Serena. She leads her to the dressing rooms and lets her try on the dress. It is a perfect fit and enhances Serena's natural beauty. When she comes out to display it for the clerk, she finds the clerk had picked a pair of shoes and a small package for her as well. The shoes have stiletto heels and are strappy open toes. They also have laces to rap up the leg and tie off, giving a very sexy look.
"What is that package there?" Serena looks at it closer now to see that it is a package of pantyhose.
"I have already got pantyhose. Thank you though." She picks up the heels and sits down to try them on.
"Oh, but not like these. These are seamless pantyhose. Perfect for wearing under a thin material dress like this. They show no seam lines through the satin, as they have no seams. I wear them all the time!" The girl smiles at Serena. She lowers the top of her skirt to show what they look like on.
"And they feel great with out panties! They really allow you to feel free. Also, if your man is a legman, these will get him to bed fast. And they are durable, so you can have sex through them and they won't even rip! And the feeling is sensational!" Serena looks at the package and decides to give them a try. She finishes off her attire with a small, silver purse. She decides to wear her new outfit out of the store. The whole set is quite expensive, but well worth the way she looked and felt. Now for her hair appointment and then off for the event. She has her done pulled up, curled, and at the top with a sliver barrette. They also due her make up for her while she is there. Looking absolutely stunning and feeling wonderful, she is ready for the grand opening. She had just enough time to catch a cab and get back.
The sidewalk is packed with people waiting to get in. She looks to see if she can find Richard. They spot each other and he motions her to follow him to the side enterance in the alley. They get to the door and he opens it for her.
"You look absolutely lovely, Serena! You do all this for me? I hope it didn't set you back too much." She blushes as she thinks of the expenses. He grabs a bottle of wine and two crystal glasses. He poors a couple of drinks and hands a glass to Serena.
"To a beautiful woman, a new restaurant, and a hopeful future." They drink their wine and he takes the two glasses to the counter. Serena begins to feel dizzy and leans on the table. She tries to say something to Richard, but passes out before a sound comes out.
When she comes to, she can't move. As the fuzz clears from her eyes, she comes to find out she is tied to a cart rather tightly. She tries to struggle against the binds, but it is no use. A bright flash hurts her eyes. She turns to see Richard taking a picture of her bound down. Another flash causes her to turn her head away. She looks as best as she can to see if she is still dressed.
"You are still clothed, Serena. Presentation means a lot in this business. And I couldn't bare to take away how well you present yourself." He caresses a part of the inside if her foot not covered by the shoe. He runs his fingers up the inside of her ankle, then calf, thigh and stops at the bottom of the dress.
"Those black nylons really do accentuate your lovely legs, Serena. I am sure my customers will absolutely druel over you." her heart starts to beat a little faster now, not knowing what is happening. He looks down at his watch, smiles and nods.
"Time to open the doors!" He gets behind the cart and pushes her out of the kitchen into the restaurant. He sets the cart up on a small presentation stage and walks to the front doors. He unlocks them and steps out side. A loud roar rushes in throught the door, as the soon to be patrons are anxious to get inside and eat. Richard begins to greet people as they file in and take a seat at the tables. After awhile, a young man takes over for him and he begins to walk around the room talking to the customers. Some of the customers' daughters are lead back into the kitchen by two larger men. Richard finally comes back to the cart and picks up a microphone.
"Good evening, Ladies and Gentelmen! I would like to thank you all for coming here tonight and guaranty that your dining experience will not be disappointing. My cooks are curently walking around and taking your orders so that they may begin the preparations for your feast. For those who like their meal rare.......even still kicking......I have a special guest who will be catering to your desires. Ladies and Gentelmen, I would like to introduce to you.......Serena. A fine Italian dinner for those who would like to feast on her. And now I will cart her around to show you what a fine catch she is." He pushes her from table to table and the customers look at her and feel her body in the parts they desire to feast on. Some of the customers hand Richard a ticket, which he drops in a can next to her head. After walking to each customer, he takes her back to the front stage. He then pulls a knife from a lower tray on the cart and cuts her dress off of her, revealing her nakedness except for her black seamless pantyhose, (which is hiding nothing).
"For those who would like to take another look before the drawings begin, please come up and form a line to my left." Men and women both approach to take a glance at her as a whole one last time and walk back to their seats. Some of them even grope her as they look. She wants to scream out, but relizes it would do no good and tears begin to well up in her eyes. The room settles and Richard shakes the can of tickets up.
"The first piece of Serena will be served to.............Louis Andretti! And he wants a leg. Would you like to assist me in cutting it off or even cut it off yourself, Mr.Andretti?" A fat man stands up and wobbles up to the stage.
"I'll hold the leg and pull it off when it's been cut through." The large man raps his pudgey fingers around Serena's right ankle and pulls it towards him hard. Richard unties the bind and pulls a cleaver from the tray below. He positions it above her leg and looks at Louis. The fat man motions to go higher up on the leg. Richard moves the blade to the joint between her leg and crotch. The fat man smiles and pulls harder on her leg. Serena closes her eyes and turns her head as he lifts the blade up. With a meaty thump, the blade cuts nto her nylon clad leg. She screams as a jolt of pain shoots through her body. He takes two more chops and Louis gets impatient, now slobbering at the mouth. The fat man yanks the leg off before the cleaver can even break through the last part of the joint. He quickly begins to lick the inner thigh where the leg had been severed. As he wobbles back to his table, he anxiously unties the lace and removes the shoe. He then begins to lick at the sole of the nyloned foot and finally bites into the foot with out removeing the nylon. With a loud crunch, he tears a piece of the outside middle of the foot off and chews as if he had not eaten in days. Another customer asks him if it tastes good with the nylon on it. He simply responds by ripping off a chunk of the inner thigh. Serena wiggles in her binds screaming out in pain. Richard slaps her face to quiet her and reaches into the can again.
"The next serving goes to............Angeline Silvestri! She would like to have a breast. Would you like to assist or have it brought to you?" The attractive middle aged woman asks for it to be served. Richard picks up the knife. He then pinches a nipple and pulls the breast up. Placing the knife at the base of Serena's breast, he begins to saw it of her torso. Again she begins to scream. He cuts all the way through and sets the breast on a silver plate and walks it over to Angeline. When Richard gets back to the cart, he glances at Serena and she turns her screams itno quiet whimpers and crying. He smiles and reaches into the can again.
"And now her other foot will be going to Anthoney Martinez!" Before Richard can even ask, Mr. Martinez walks up and picks up the cleaver. With once hand he unties the lace and removes the shoe. He runs his fingers across Serena's nylon sole and piches each toe, tickling her foot slightly. Richard undoes the bind and holds her leg down at the knee. Mr. Martinez lifts the cleaver and with a loud crunch cuts into her just above the ankle. The blade gets stuck and Anthony wiggles it a little to losen it. He takes another chop at it and he cuts her foot clean off. Serena tries to hold back the screams and just cries. Mr. Martinez sets the cleaver on the cart and sets the foot on a silver plate. He then walks back to his seat, looking and smiling at his dinner. Richard pulls out another ticket.
"Would Silvia and Marko Demitri like to come up and get their serving of Serena's other leg?" A cute couple approach smiling with enthusiasm. Marko hands the cleaver to Silvia then holds down on the severd ankle. It takes Silvia six chops to cut through the knee and eight to cut through the hip joint. The couple takes their meals on silver platters and go back to their table. Serena lies on the cart in a pool of her own blood and urine. The next ticket is drawn, taking her other breast. Next her arms go. Then her pussy. Following that, her left and right buttocks and the rest of her meaty parts. Quickly fading from the loss of blood and the experience of emense pain, Serena closes her eyes. The last thing she feels is the cleaver cutting into her neck, severing off her head. |||Two Hot Dishes
By: Vanessa Feathertree
Serena has been waiting for this day for four weeks. She had met
Vanessa through the net and they had exchanged fantasies with each
other. Vanessa even wrote some stories involving Serena and her
fantasies. Serena decided, as a sign of gratitude, she would invite
Vanessa to stay with her in Italy. Vanessa seemed very excited about
it. Serena had made some plans to show her guest a wonderful first
night. She would take her shopping first. Then, maybe, catch a movie.
And finally have dinner at a new, fancy restaurant. It would be a fun
and exciting evening.
Vanessa's flight is just starting to land. Serena can feel her
excitement building up. She never saw a picture of Vanessa and only
had a description to go by. She is to watch for an attractive Native
American girl who stands about 5' 7" and has a slender build and long
black hair. From chats they have had, Serena figured Vanessa would
probably wear some thing to show off her legs. Vanessa is proud of
her legs and enjoys flaunting them. The plain is at the terminal and
passengers start to come out. After a few minutes, serena finally
sees some one matching the description. The young woman is wearing a
denim vest with a white tank top under it, a pair of very attractive
high heeled sandals and a pair of very short denim cut-offs that bear
long legs sheathed in tan nylons. Vanessa, having seen quite a few
pictures of Serena, recognized her. She smiles and walks over to
Serena.
"Hi, Serena! You are even more attractive then your pictures!" She
hands a small box to Serena.
"Thank you! You are even more attractive then the description you
gave me! What's this?" She looks at the box and opens it. Inside lies
a silver necklace with an amethyst pendant and a silver feather on
either side of it. Serena's eyes light up as she admires the
beautiful gift. She takes it out of the box and holds it up.
"It's wonderful! Thank you! I wasn't expecting this." Vanessa takes
the necklace and steps behind Serena. She clasps it around Serena's
neck and steps in front of her again.
"It looks great on you! I bought the crystal, but I crafted the
chain and the feathers." They get Vanessa's bags and leave the
airport. Now it is time for the fun. Serena drives to a part of the
city layered with shops. They shop around and Vanessa finds a
beautiful dress. It dives into a "V" in the front and cuts very low
in the back. Vanessa tries it on. The bottom stops half way up her
thigh, showing a lot of leg. Vanessa smiles as she looks at her legs
in the mirror. The raspberry velvet shimmers in the store lights.
Vanessa decides to buy it to wear to dinner later. They pick up a few
more things and then look for a movie theater. They decide to catch
the next showing of "Hannibal." After the movie, they head to
Serena's place to drop off Vanessa's things and get ready for dinner.
Serena dials up the number to check what time their reservation is.
This would be her first time eating there too.
"Our table must be on the second floor." Vanessa is just stepping
out of the shower. Serena notices that Vanessa's belly button is
pierced, as well as her completely shaven pussy.
"Why, what did he say?" Vanessa's breasts barely move as she dries
her hair. Serena starts to strip for her shower, pulling off her
tight t-shirt and baring her own firm breasts.
"He said to come in through the side door and everything should be
ready for us." Serena slips out of her jeans and strips off her
panties. She then steps into shower as Vanessa gets dressed. Vanessa
takes out a pair of black, seamless pantyhose and slides them onto
her smooth legs. When she reaches her junction, she spreads her lips
and pulls the nylon tightly against her pussy. Carefully, she slides
her hand out and pulls the rest of the nylons smooth and snug. She
then picks up the dress she had just bought and slips into it.
Finally she takes out a pair of black, strappy, stilettos and laces
them up her legs. Just as Vanessa finishes with her shoes, Serena
steps out of the shower. She quickly dries off and starts to get
dressed.
"So, what are you going to wear tonight, Serena?" Vanessa admires
Serenas naked body and rubs her legs together a little.
"I think I am going to wear this white dress. It's my favorite
one." She holds up a short sleeved, short skirt. "With these." She
then holds up a pair of white, silk stockings. Vanessa licks her lips
and winks at Serena.
"Nice choice. Any panties?" Serena thinks for a few seconds, smiles
and finally replies by shaking her head. Serena sits down and slides
her slender leg into the silk stocking. She smooths the stocking out
and then slide her other leg into the other stocking. She then stands
up and slips into her favorite white dress. Revealing her lovely body
as she stretches to pull it on. She then takes a pair of white, open
toe heels out of her closet and slide them onto her slender feet.
Dressed good enough to eat, they head out the door and leave for the
restaurant.
Serena and Vanessa arrive at the restaurant. A long line of people
stand at the front doors waiting to get in. The two girls smile as
they realize the side door is for reservations. They walk around to
the side door and Serena knocks. A well-dressed man opens the door,
looks around and lets them in. The moment the door closes behind
them, two other men grab Serena and Vanessa and put cloths over their
mouths. The two girls quickly pass out.
When they come to, they are hanging upside down, hands bound and
mouths gagged. The well-dressed man is standing in front of them
talking to a man with a grey, balding head and a large gut.
"These two just came in. Would you like one or both of them?" The
balding man reaches over and pinches at Vanessa's pussy through the
nylon. He then pinches at Serena's He pokes at both of their bodies
with his pudgy finger and finally turns to the well dressed man.
"I would like both. The one in the white stockings looks absolutely
delicious and shall be served first. The one in the black nylons
shall serve as entertainment first, then as the second course."
"Would you like them cooked or raw? And with or with out the
dressing?"
"I think we will have the one in stockings lightly cooked with her
dressing. And the one with the nylons we will have raw with her
dressing." Both girls are then chloroformed again. Serena is stripped
down to her stockings, then her ankles and wrists are bound together
behind her back. She is then set on a large platter and slid into an
oven. Mean while, Vanessa is stripped down to her seamless pantyhose
and strapped upside down into a rack with her legs spread and her
wrists bound behind her back. The rack is then taken to a table on a
balcony on the second floor.
Serena wakes up inside the oven. She starts to panic, but can
barely move. The hot platter burns against her stomach and breasts.
She tries to scream, but finds she is still gagged. A few minutes
later, a man pulls her out of the oven and sets her on a table. He
takes a long metal thermometer and pushes it into her ass hole. She
is startled from the sudden penetration and the coldness of the
metal. He removes it and checks the temperature, then nods and
smiles. She is then set on a cart and pushed to the balding man's
table where three other people are sitting with him.
"Dinner is served, sir." The waiter sets the platter onto the
table. Serena suddenly notices Vanessa waking up hanging from a rack.
Vanessa's head is elevated about a foot above the table. She tries to
call out to Vanessa, but still remains gagged.
"Ahh, good. The entertainment is stirring now. This shall be quite
a show." The balding man picks up his fork and knife. Vanessa finally
realizes the situation they are in and tries to struggle free, but
can not. another man picks up a metal rod, shaped like a vibrator,
and pushes it against Vanessa's nyloned pussy. The cold metal
startles her, as she was not expecting it. He pushes a little harder
and the rod slips into Vanessa's vagina. He pushes it all the way in
until he can pull her lips over the top of it. He then takes a needle
shaped like a loop and pushes it into her pussy lips through the
nylon. Her legs give a little kick from the pierce. Two small
trickles of blood run down her stomach from the holes. He fastens the
loop closed and picks up a second one. He repeats the process with
it.
"The loops should hold the rod inside, sir. Here is the power
switch." He hands a small box with a dial on it and a wire leading
from it to the metal rod. the balding man sets it in front of him,
then jabs the fork into Serena's ass and cuts a piece of it off with
his knife. The others begin to stab and cut her as well. The bald
man's wife squeezes and licks at the stockinged sole of Serena's
right foot. She then has it severed off and set on her plate. The
male guest takes a breast, while his wife takes part of the thigh.
Tears streaking down her cheeks, Serena can only lie there and be
mutilated.
"Let us see some dancing, ehh?" The balding man turns the dial and
a low buzzing hum can be heard as a current flows to Vanessa's pussy
and her body starts to shake and convulse. All her muscles tense,
then relax as he turns it off. He then switches it back on and sets
the box down to take a few bites of his food. The others laugh as a
stream of urine shoots out of Vanessa's pussy and splatters on the
table. He quickly turns it off again.
"We don't want her to expire before it's time to eat her." They all
laugh again. Both men reach for Serena's pussy. The decide to share
it and start to cut into her junction. She cries as her pussy is
painfully cut away from her. The balding man then sets it on a plate
in front of her and she watches as he slices it into two down the
center. She begins to cry some more. He then turns on the switch
again and Vanessa's body convulses violently on the rack.
"I think I want to try some of her intestines." He turns of the
switch and picks up his knife. Grabbing a large bowl from the cart
Serena was brought in on, he sets it under Vanessa. He then stabs the
knife into Vanessa just above her sternum. She jerks as he yanks the
blade up just a few inches below her pierced belly button. Vanessa
watches her intestines spill out into the bowl. He grabs a piece of
her intestine and cuts it loose, then bites into it.
"They need a little more sauce." He slowly drags the blade deep
across Vanessa's throat. Her eyes widen as blood jets out of her neck
and sprays into the bowl of intestines. He cuts deeper, almost
removing her head. He uses her hair to tie her head back to let the
blood flow freely. Her body shakes and convulses as her head looks
completely away from the table. After a little while her hair comes
untied and her head hangs down, only being held on by the spine and a
thin slab of flesh. As her body jerks occasionally, her head dangles
loosely. Serena, seeing her friend is dead, starts to cry harder.
After another few minutes she passes out from the pain and dies from
blood loss. The balding man gives the silver and amethyst necklace to
his wife and decides to keep the girls' heads as trophies. He has the
rest of the girls' bodies butchered in the kitchen and packaged to
take home.
|||ANTS - BY FALSDOON
Serena looked about and tried to figure a way out of her situation. Tied
to a stake in the middle of the rain forest, a sacrifice to a tribal "god".
No, not a god, that would be an easier death than what was planned. This
Tribe had somehow learned to control, or at least live peacefully side by
side with a colony of army ants. The ants provided "protection", since no
sane creature gets near them, and the tribe helps provide food to the ant
colony. Such as a band of hapless investigators sent to see if the rumors
were true. They were and now they were getting to see first hand in a way
they never would have wanted given the choice. They were to be the ants
next meal. Apparently a white woman was something special and Serena had
been chosen to go first. Sometimes chivalry has it's drawbacks. They had
tied her to the stake and the medicine man had sprinkled something with a
faint scent to it on her, being sure not to get it on anything else as he
did so (some form of chemical attractant or pheromome she speculated,since
ants follow scent trails and communicate with them also). And then they had
left her here to wait for whatever was to come. It didn't take long.
Feeling something tickle as it ran across her foot, Serena looked down
to see an large ant run over her toes and up her instep. It was quickly
followed by over several dozen more, crawling over her feet and up her
ankles and calves. Immediately any further thoughts were blotted out as she
felt a stinging, burning pain as the ants bit into her flesh as one with
their mandables. Each of the insects tore a small portion of the skin from
her feet and legs to be carried off to the colony. With a single ant it
would have been less than a minor annoyance. But now there were hundreds of
them and whole patches of flesh were being ripped away at once, causing
blood and other body fluids to begin oozing from the wounds. The pain was
intense enough to cause Serena to scream in a voice that didn't sound like
hers, more that of a tortured soul that had found itself experiencing it's
first moments in Hell. The ants, not caring about such things, continued
their relentless work. Now they began tearing deeper into her feet and legs
where the flesh had already been stripped away, ripping at the meat beneath.
Serena began thrashing about trying desperately to free herself and escape
for this hellish torture of being shredded alive. Unfortunately it caused
her to expose the sensitive soles of her feet to the ants, spared until now
because they were resting on the ground. Pain shot up to a new level for
her, far more than she could stand. With another pain inspired howl of
pure agony, Serena passed out and was spared from more for a few blessed
moments of oblivion.
When Serena awoke the first impression was that her whole lower body was
on fire. The ants had worked their way up her thighs almost to her hips.
Flesh hung in ragged patches. Blood flowed freely to pool and congeal on
the ground. Looking down she saw that some of the ants were trapped in the
blood pools, drowning. What small pleasure she may have gotten from this
was stopped when she saw other ants carrying off the dead ones as well as
chunks of the clotted blood. The little bastards weren't going to waste
ANYTHING in their quest to feed the colony! The sight of her feet didn't
help either, if you could still call them feet. They looked like the
results of a biology class's dissection. If the dissection had been done
with sandpaper and a wire brush. No flesh whatsoever remained. Ligiments
and tendons were layed bare and exposed, looking like frayed rope as the
ants continued thier assault for anything edible on Serena's body. Some of
her toes had been reduced to almost skeletal, the bones being held together
by sinew not yet torn away by her devourers. The pain continued, but didn't
seem to be as intense as before. She guessed that was for lose of blood,
and endophins...the body's natural pain killers that were produced at time
of intense hurt, such as now. Serena started feeling almost giddy, her
vision started to blur and, just as she passed out again, felt the twinge
of increased pain again as the first of the insects reached and attacked
her genitals.
Serena awoke in a haze, delirious from pain and lose of blood. The ants
had continued their feast. Managing to focus she looked to see that her
feet no longer existed, all flesh had been stripped away from the bone.
Some meat remained on her calves. The ants had moved to her torso, working
their way inward to the vital organs. She spotted a lone ant making it's way
up her breast. It stopped at her nipple, paused, and bit into her. Serena
managed a crooked smile and the thought "Hey, he's a tit man" before her
eyes rolled up and closed, never to open again...
|||FISH - BY FALSOON
"Serena, come on! There's a clearing just ahead where we're setting
camp. You can rest there."
"No, go ahead. I'll be aloong in a few moments"
"Alright, but don't be too long, this isn't home or the safest place!"
As Serena's friends and co-workers trudged on, she dropped onto a
nearby log and began pulling off her boots to massage sore feet. "Not
home is an understatement!", she thought. Days trudging through the
rain forest had left her tired and very foot sore. And the constant
heat and humidity made her feel like a too many times wrung out
washcloth. Sweat had plastered her clothes to her till it felt like
they were apart of her skin and might never come off. That would
change once they'd set camp, washed, and eaten. But at the moment the
camp could've been on the moon for all the motivation she had to move
toward's it. And as she sat, the river they'd been following flowed
past her seat, promising relief when she got there. Taunting her was
more accurate, with it's cool wetness so close and the camp seeming
so much farther.
"Enough is enough!", Serena thought to herself. Not only was she
tired, and dirty, but for the first time on this trip she was alone.
Privacy was at a premium in camp, even in her own tent she'd hear
the others only a few feet away. Now she had the whole forest to
herself and it felt good. With a giggle she finished pulling off her
boots and socks and rubbed her feet for a moment. The boots helped
alot during the hike, giving support to her feet since they were
slightly flat. And they were small too, meaning more weight rested
on them though she wasn't heavy, tiring her more than the others.
Times like now were ecstasy, a chance to flex her long toes and relax.
And there was the river, still calling her. A call she answered. She
walked bare foot to it's edge, letting it lap over her toes and have
the mud squish between them. "Oh, that felt GOOD!", she sighed. Then
she waded out a few feet, until the water dampened the bottom of her
khaki shorts. She had a thought of just diving in, clothes and all.
And almost did it...til another thought popped up.
Wading back out of the water, she pulled off her shirt and dropped
it by her boots. It was followed by her shorts, pulling them down to
her ankles, and then stepping out of them. If she showed up in wet
clothes the others would know what she'd done, and she wanting to keep
this private time just that...private. Snickering at the whole idea of
the "conspiracy" she took a step towards the water again. And stopped
again. Serena was still wearing her bra and panties, both were black.
It was practical since white clothes quickly turned dingy from what
washing they could do. And, because of the lack of privacy, it allowed
she to do her a little good natured teasing that black alluded to. None
of which she needed here and now, and if she was going to play nature
girl she may as well go the whole way. Taking off her bra, she massaged
the places where in had left indents in her skin, and even gave her
nipples a playful tweak. Then she stretched, enjoying the feeling of
being unconstrained. She slid the panties down her legs, a bit slowly.
With them gone she was exposing herself completely to the wide open
world and there was a tingling excitement to it, so she took her time.
Finally she stood up straight and naked, running her hands over herself
yet again, feeling a thrill of sexual excitement. For a moment she
considered putting off the river to masturbate. No, she'd waited long
enough for the water, that could come later.
Serena quickly waded out to where the waters were up to her waist.
What a wonderful feeling as the river flowed past, around, and through
her legs! Dropping down into the water 'til only her head was above it,
she swam a few yards farther out before standing again. The riverbed
was a shallow slope here, so the waters now only reached to the bottom
of her ribcage. Serena was a fair distance out for the depth, but it
didn't concern her. A moment of slogging along would bring her to the
bank. As such she just stood there, swirling her arms through the
cool waters. Lost in the feeling.
Something bumped hard into her leg at that point. Or it felt like
that, for there was no pain. Something under the water, most likely
a fish, must have not seen her in the murk of the waters. What the?
Another one hit her other leg just above the knee. Out of reflex she
brought her leg up to look, almost having to bend it double to get it
out off the waters to see. And there was a wound that bled freely,
about the size of her thumdnail, and looking as if it had been done by
a doctor with a scalpel because of it's neatness. As if the secound
Serena spent staring was a signal, suddenly a dozen or more of the
bites were inflicted on her at once and all over. With a gasp she now
knew what it was! Pirahnia! Those voracious, carnivore fish that
attacked in large numbers and could tear an an!mal to pieces in
moments! She forgotten about them in her revere! She needed to get out
of the water NOW! Without even taking time to shout at the pain she
pushed towards the shore as fast as she could, through waters that now
boiled with the feasting fish and was staining red with her blood.
Two thoughts kept running through Serena's mind as she plunged
towards safety. One was that at least the ravening little beasts
couldn't tear her apart as fast as some thought they could, being
reduced to skeletons in secounds was just a myth. She could survive if
she kept moving! The secound was the large rock near the shore. As
welcome a sight as any protecting fortress. She'd be able to get out of
the water from there sooner and jump to the rivers edge. Getting close
to it she made to vault onto it with one leg, while the other was
raised for the landing. At that moment one of the fish bit into her
ankle at the Achille's Tendon, causes it to snap like a rubberband and
and Serena to collapse into the boiling waters. Another fish bit into
her neck, now that it was available, and severed an artery in the
process. Secounds later Serena lay still in the water, moving in recoil
only when one of the fish prodded into her and bit off another piece of
flesh, her one foot rested on the rock that was to save her. Now it was
an exclamation point of the futility and a study in contrasts.
The contrast was Serena's foot that rested on the rock. It was
without a mark, as was her calf that also was above the water. While
the rest of her body was getting methodically shredded they remained
pristine. The only change from life was they were beginning to pale as
the blood flowed out of them and into the river. Inches away her other
foot already didn't seem to be from the same person. The flesh had
already been stripped away by the fish. A foot didn't have much beyound
skin and tendons to it, so while the rest of her may take time to be
reduced to skeletal, the process was nearing completion there already.
The foot on the rock rested, with her long toes point at the sky, the
slight curve of her arch as smooth as ever. In the water that curve
changed as the fish tore into the bottom of her foot to the soft
padding that cushioned walking and presented the only real food on the
appendage. Her smallest toe was missing, ripped completely away and
devoured whole. The big toe was torn away too, as one fish ripped the
last of the sinew that held it to Serena's body. It wasn't eaten
though by the creature, and it floated away with the river's current.
It's toenail barely attached and floating almost separately with it.
The fish moved up her body to feast now, as the her foot provided
no more for them to be interested in. The process of stripping her body
of anything edible continueing until there was nothing left of her but
a skeletal corpse. Nothing save one foot, resting on a rock, with long
toes pointing to the sky.
|||"Serena, come on! There's a clearing just ahead where we're setting
camp. You can rest there."
"No, go ahead. I'll be aloong in a few moments"
"Alright, but don't be too long, this isn't home or the safest place!"
As Serena's friends and co-workers trudged on, she dropped onto a
nearby log and began pulling off her boots to massage sore feet. "Not
home is an understatement!", she thought. Days trudging through the
rain forest had left her tired and very foot sore. And the constant
heat and humidity made her feel like a too many times wrung out
washcloth. Sweat had plastered her clothes to her till it felt like
they were apart of her skin and might never come off. That would
change once they'd set camp, washed, and eaten. But at the moment the
camp could've been on the moon for all the motivation she had to move
toward's it. And as she sat, the river they'd been following flowed
past her seat, promising relief when she got there. Taunting her was
more accurate, with it's cool wetness so close and the camp seeming
so much farther.
"Enough is enough!", Serena thought to herself. Not only was she
tired, and dirty, but for the first time on this trip she was alone.
Privacy was at a premium in camp, even in her own tent she'd hear
the others only a few feet away. Now she had the whole forest to
herself and it felt good. With a giggle she finished pulling off her
boots and socks and rubbed her feet for a moment. The boots helped
alot during the hike, giving support to her feet since they were
slightly flat. And they were small too, meaning more weight rested
on them though she wasn't heavy, tiring her more than the others.
Times like now were ecstasy, a chance to flex her long toes and relax.
And there was the river, still calling her. A call she answered. She
walked bare foot to it's edge, letting it lap over her toes and have
the mud squish between them. "Oh, that felt GOOD!", she sighed. Then
she waded out a few feet, until the water dampened the bottom of her
khaki shorts. She had a thought of just diving in, clothes and all.
And almost did it...til another thought popped up.
Wading back out of the water, she pulled off her shirt and dropped
it by her boots. It was followed by her shorts, pulling them down to
her ankles, and then stepping out of them. If she showed up in wet
clothes the others would know what she'd done, and she wanting to keep
this private time just that...private. Snickering at the whole idea of
the "conspiracy" she took a step towards the water again. And stopped
again. Serena was still wearing her bra and panties, both were black.
It was practical since white clothes quickly turned dingy from what
washing they could do. And, because of the lack of privacy, it allowed
she to do her a little good natured teasing that black alluded to. None
of which she needed here and now, and if she was going to play nature
girl she may as well go the whole way. Taking off her bra, she massaged
the places where in had left indents in her skin, and even gave her
nipples a playful tweak. Then she stretched, enjoying the feeling of
being unconstrained. She slid the panties down her legs, a bit slowly.
With them gone she was exposing herself completely to the wide open
world and there was a tingling excitement to it, so she took her time.
Finally she stood up straight and naked, running her hands over herself
yet again, feeling a thrill of sexual excitement. For a moment she
considered putting off the river to masturbate. No, she'd waited long
enough for the water, that could come later.
Serena quickly waded out to where the waters were up to her waist.
What a wonderful feeling as the river flowed past, around, and through
her legs! Dropping down into the water 'til only her head was above it,
she swam a few yards farther out before standing again. The riverbed
was a shallow slope here, so the waters now only reached to the bottom
of her ribcage. Serena was a fair distance out for the depth, but it
didn't concern her. A moment of slogging along would bring her to the
bank. As such she just stood there, swirling her arms through the
cool waters. Lost in the feeling.
Something bumped hard into her leg at that point. Or it felt like
that, for there was no pain. Something under the water, most likely
a fish, must have not seen her in the murk of the waters. What the?
Another one hit her other leg just above the knee. Out of reflex she
brought her leg up to look, almost having to bend it double to get it
out off the waters to see. And there was a wound that bled freely,
about the size of her thumdnail, and looking as if it had been done by
a doctor with a scalpel because of it's neatness. As if the secound
Serena spent staring was a signal, suddenly a dozen or more of the
bites were inflicted on her at once and all over. With a gasp she now
knew what it was! Pirahnia! Those voracious, carnivore fish that
attacked in large numbers and could tear an an!mal to pieces in
moments! She forgotten about them in her revere! She needed to get out
of the water NOW! Without even taking time to shout at the pain she
pushed towards the shore as fast as she could, through waters that now
boiled with the feasting fish and was staining red with her blood.
Two thoughts kept running through Serena's mind as she plunged
towards safety. One was that at least the ravening little beasts
couldn't tear her apart as fast as some thought they could, being
reduced to skeletons in secounds was just a myth. She could survive if
she kept moving! The secound was the large rock near the shore. As
welcome a sight as any protecting fortress. She'd be able to get out of
the water from there sooner and jump to the rivers edge. Getting close
to it she made to vault onto it with one leg, while the other was
raised for the landing. At that moment one of the fish bit into her
ankle at the Achille's Tendon, causes it to snap like a rubberband and
and Serena to collapse into the boiling waters. Another fish bit into
her neck, now that it was available, and severed an artery in the
process. Secounds later Serena lay still in the water, moving in recoil
only when one of the fish prodded into her and bit off another piece of
flesh, her one foot rested on the rock that was to save her. Now it was
an exclamation point of the futility and a study in contrasts.
The contrast was Serena's foot that rested on the rock. It was
without a mark, as was her calf that also was above the water. While
the rest of her body was getting methodically shredded they remained
pristine. The only change from life was they were beginning to pale as
the blood flowed out of them and into the river. Inches away her other
foot already didn't seem to be from the same person. The flesh had
already been stripped away by the fish. A foot didn't have much beyound
skin and tendons to it, so while the rest of her may take time to be
reduced to skeletal, the process was nearing completion there already.
The foot on the rock rested, with her long toes point at the sky, the
slight curve of her arch as smooth as ever. In the water that curve
changed as the fish tore into the bottom of her foot to the soft
padding that cushioned walking and presented the only real food on the
appendage. Her smallest toe was missing, ripped completely away and
devoured whole. The big toe was torn away too, as one fish ripped the
last of the sinew that held it to Serena's body. It wasn't eaten
though by the creature, and it floated away with the river's current.
It's toenail barely attached and floating almost separately with it.
The fish moved up her body to feast now, as the her foot provided
no more for them to be interested in. The process of stripping her body
of anything edible continueing until there was nothing left of her but
a skeletal corpse. Nothing save one foot, resting on a rock, with long
toes pointing to the sky.
|||THE FEET OF SERENA
JANUARY 1999
By RuneSmith
I want to say that it is not all that bad to be killed for food. The good thing is that I died not a virgin. I died having loved and been loved. My life was good. My life was sometimes shabby, and my life was what I made it, and I would do it again.
Times were bad, very bad. Food was scarce, especially after the war. Oh! What a terrible war it was. Millions of good people died from the guns, from wanton savagery, from being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Ponti family had ten c h i l dren, a mom and no dad. Mister Ponti, Sergeant Ponti, had died in one of the last battles, leaving all of his k i ds and wife. Several other families I knew had also lost their men folk.
I thought I was lucky. I thought I would be able to make it unsc@thed from that deadly war, but in the end, toward the end of that nasty war, I was killed. I was killed not by foe, but by friend. The friend was not savage, but only trying to survive.
Let me tell you how my death happened. My close friends thought my death was a bad thing, and so would I except that I was there. I was present experiencing my own death. Looking back on my death, it was not so bad, because in death I was able to help out a few needy people.
I know my death was due directly because of Bruno. Bruno ran a local butcher shop that during the war could only sell skinny chickens, emaciated pork, and some other crummy kinds of meats. The best food went to feed our soldiers fighting on the front lines.
I can begin with saying that I was healthy, quite healthy. My long legs were my pride and joy, as well as my finely formed feet. My arms and upper torso was well formed into an exquisite female shape that young men cooed over with their jealous glances. I liked being noticed. I carried by breasts well, which state that I, I Serena was a girl, a real live female. But that was before my death.
I would go down to Bruno's and buy skinny chickens from him. He would smile his giant smiles and treat me with the utmost courtesy. He liked me, not only for my female form, but also for my human form.
"Good morning, Miss Serena," his charming voice would ring clearly.
When I was alive, Bruno would trip all over himself to help me find the best chickens to buy. Mostly, Bruno would give me one chicken for free when I bought a chicken. I thought he was just being kind to me, a lonely girl lost in a world of hatred and chaos. Now I know he was being kind and nice, all right. Bruno was being kind to himself, as he was fattening me up for the kill.
Bruno was saving his best chickens and other frumpy meats because he was fattening me up. I would have protested loudly had I known I was being fattened for my steaks when I was alive. Now, now that it's all over and the dirty deed has been done, I think that it was worth all of Bruno's effort to fatten me up for someone's sunday night dinner.
Let me tell you why. It was about two weeks ago when I came in to Bruno's meat store and I was thinking of ordering some of beef, having been paid that day. I walked crisply, and with great femininity into Bruno's store with a small bag of veggies under one arm and my purse under the other, the strap having been busted earlier that day.
"Hi, Bruno. Have anything good today? Anything with a little fat on it?" I asked in a cheery voice.
"Oooh!" Bruno said with an unusual oily voice. "My pretty Serena must have gotten paid today?" He said in a strange sort of way.
"With two hours overtime, too." I boasted.
He leaned over the cooler's top and I could see his muscular chest all covered with curly black hairs. I always wondered how he seemed to look well fed while everyone else looked like they had skipped a few meals. "Miss, Serena I have a deal for you that you won't be able to resist." He was like a k i d-catcher wooing c h i l dren into a trap by promising them sweet candies, pies, and other tasty treats.
"What's that?" I asked hoping he wasn't going to take all my overtime pay for some junk-cut of meat.
"If you'll just follow me to the back of the shop, I can show you some really good meat. I haven't had time to carve it up yet. Just got it in. Beautiful an!mal." He pointed his finger around to the side of the coolers and through the door leading to the back of his shop.
I walked towards the door. I did not know it would be the last time I ever went through a doorway. I know now, though. Bruno had laid a trap for me. As I pushed open the door I saw Mrs. Ponti and another woman I knew whose husband had also died during the war. They stood there looking at me, knowing me.
I moved further into the room. I looked at them and they stared back at me. Mrs. Ponti looked up and behind me to Bruno and said, "We'll take her."
I knew what they wanted. I had heard that people were disappearing. I started to shriek, but suddenly my brain exploded into a billion flashes of light and swirling white stars. My body slumped to the cold floor. Bruno had wrenched my head, breaking my neck. My spirit floated upward and caught on the ceiling.
Horrified, I looked down at the gruesome play being enacted as if everyone had done this before. The women watched. Bruno drag that body of mine onto a long wooden butcher table. The women quickly undressed me. All of them pinched my body in the places where the meat grows the thickest. They argued over me. Argued over thighs, rumps, and arms.
I could not go down. If I tried moving I would slide across the ceiling. I was pinned to Bruno's workshop ceiling like an invisible helium-filled party balloon.
Then Mrs. Ponti and the other woman finished arguing over my body. My body! They went outside and Bruno to butcher my like I was a common an!mal. Me! My body! I could do nothing about it but watch, trapped on Bruno's ceiling.
When Mrs. Ponti and the other woman returned I had been cut up into little pieces, like steaks, roasts, and chops. I had yielded my body for their c h i l dren's nourishment. That was not so bad. Times were tough, and food was scarce. At least I had not been murdered and lay behind bushes rotting. No. Giving my meats to their c h i l dren in retrospect seems to be just fine with me.
Then I watched Bruno do a curious thing. He washed my feet. I had a beautiful pair of feet. They were well formed, muscular, and trim. They were not fat, nor were they thin. And yet, when they jogged on the running path, when they stepped along the road, when they took me for walks on the beach, people would notice them. I had always known that my feet were damned beautiful! Those feet were well-synchronized machinery, the envy of anyone with an inclination toward being a gourmet of fine feet.
You could barely see the tendons that worked my toes, pulling on foot bones. My toes were straight like those of the finest Greek and Roman statues. Each toe was in perfect proportion its neighbor. I kept my nails smoothly trimmed, never allowing them to grow beyond the round tip of any toe. Sometimes when I had the money, I pampered myself and had an excellent pedicurist, named Rhonda, color my toenails always with a bright sunset red.
Of all the parts of my body, my feet were probably my favorite pieces of equipment.
Bruno finished washing my feet, leaving my silky skin on them. He lovingly placed them inside his private cooler on a bed of white ice in his back room. The back room is where the women came to buy human meat instead of the tasteless cow and chicken meat out front.
Just before my spirit found a roof vent that allowed me to whoosh out and up into the heavens, I had watched Bruno place price tags advertising my beautiful feet for the princely sum of one two hundred dollars apiece.
THE END
|||The Witch of Gloucestershire
by The Shark
These were dangerous, turbulent times. Famine, disease and plague walk among us. England is a nation at war with the Welsh and our kings are either being murdered or deposed. Punishment for crimes commited are carried out swiftly and cruely. Torture being amongst the favorite form of punishment carried out by crimes commited against the king or a lord. Stealing was rewarded with the amputation of the thief's hand or arm, for example. Often times it even led to death. The death penalty was used against peasants revolting against unfair wages, anyone suspected of blasphemy or heresay. Anyone conspiring against the crown would face certain death using various forms of torture in coercing a confession, whether true or not. It was the practise of witchcraft, however, which brought upon the bearer the most gruesome of deaths known to man. This was usually a woman's crime, accused when delivering a daughter at birth as opposed to a son, or simply when the man's roaming eye fell upon another damsell and he simply wanted to be rid of his wife.
It is in the small village of Lower Slaughter, in Gloucestershire, that our tale begins. For there, at the village market cross sits a woman chained to the pillory. Her name is Serena and she has been found guilty of witchcraft. No one knows from where the charges stem, nor do they care. For at dawn she has been sentenced to die. Most convicted witches are burned at the stake but the village of Lower Slaughter does things a bit different. They intend to live up to their name, for Serena shall be tortured within full public view. She has been placed in the pillory for the village people to view and ridicule. Some stop to spit on her and to cast profanities. Others throw stones or thrash her with leather strips, though careful not to cause her too much harm, lest the festivities be not needed. Still others, mainly the men or young lads, look upon her and behold her beauty.
Serena was a comely lass of the tender age of six and twenty years. She had short dark hair and large round green eyes of which she constantly looked about her in fear. She could not understand these charges which had been thrust upon her and, without warning, was removed from her cottage and sent before the councillors of The Slaughters. Dazed, she could not comprehend what it was they were saying. Something about curses and black magic. They called her a witch. Without being able to speak for herself, John Sudeley the blacksmith of Lower Slaughter, proclaimed her guilt and her death was decided. The whole trial, if that is what it could be called, lasted exactly thirty minutes, twenty of which had been spent with each one of the councillors congratulating themselves on the conviction of this poor woman and vowing to rid Gloucestershire of witches forever. The last few minutes consisted of the sentance of death being outlined. First, in full public view, the woman would receive a red-hot poker inserted into her rectum. She would then be tortured by having one limb after another removed while she was still alive. The limbs would then be fed to the lions who were to be borrowed from the royal menagerie. All of this would be in plain view of the victim herself. After her limbs were torn from her body in numerous ways, she would be left to lie in agony and pain until, finally, the royal lions were allowed to eat her body, again while still alive. As the sentence was being passed, Serena fainted and fell to the floor. When she awoke, she found herself pilloried at the market cross. Here is where our story truely begins.
In the wee hours of morning's breath, two village councillors unchained the fair maiden, Serena, from her shackles and led her to a raised dias erected the previous day. The poor woman shook with fright and just before she reached the platform, she caught sight of the four royal lions which had been spoken of only four and twenty hours before. What little clothing she wore was removed from her. For those men who had looked upon Serena's beauty the day before could not remove their gaze from her lovely body. A body, indeed a woman, of this stature would be enough for most men to write sonnets over. Instead, a tragedy was to occur to this poor woman which caused many to weep for her. They were the minority, however. Most were eagerly looking forward to the event as there hadn't been a good witch execution for as long as anyone could remember.
It was almost time. The nude Serena was strapped down to a cold stone slab. Her wrists were tied together to eyelets above her head. A rope was tied around each lovely ankle and was then itself connected to a pulley above. As the rope was pulled her legs were raised above her. The crowd became silent in anticipation of the first of many events. The blacksmith was holding a poker over his fire, hammering it's tip against his anvil. The tip was glowing with such intensity that one could not look upon it for the light. As the blacksmith came towards the helpless Serena, two other councillors stood on either side of the victim and spread apart her legs. The rope was pulled higher, bringing Serena's legs far above her body. The two men then pulled apart her buttocks so that the iron poker could be administered.
Serena lay defenceless upon the dias. She could feel her nakedness and the eyes of the hushed crowd on her. She knew that their hungry eyes would devour her long before the lions. As her legs and buttocks were spread apart, she felt the fear and utter humiliation of this event. She braced herself for the certain pain that was just moments away. Even before the red hot iron was applied, she began to cry with both fear and rage. The rage of being helpless, powerless to stop this from happening. Then, the first deed of the day made itself known to her. It was a pain that her mind could never have conjured up in a million years. The sharp and searing heat of this poker entering her delicate anus. Just inches away she could sense the pain, once applied it became three-fold.
Without the slightest of hesitations, John Sudeley administered the first part of this poor woman's sentence. Her anus was exposed to him and, slowly he brought the instrument of torture to it's mark. As the iron was inserted, the screams from this convicted witch bellowed above the cheering of the crowd. The pain caused her urine to spray out of her and on to the hands of the chief councillor. The hissing of the hot iron as the amber liquid hit it caused smoke to rise between her outstreached legs. Her screaming was so intense that some of the women in the crowd had to be carried away, fainting. John Sudeley enjoyed his role, he enjoyed the complete control he had over this woman's body and he knew how to use it. As he retracted the still hot iron from his victim, feces was expelled from Serena's rectum. Her cries could be heard throughout the small village dispite the noise now being made from the crowd.
Serena thought she would die from the pain alone and almost prayed she would. She would then be spared from the other events that would befall her, knowing that the worst was yet to come. As the poker entered her body a wave of indescribable pain, more intense than any could ever imagine seized her. She could feel herself urinating and knew she could not control herself. She felt as if her belly were going to explode from the intense heat and, as the poker was being removed, she defecated. The idea of being humiliated in public was far out weighed by the pain. She could smell her own flesh burning as the iron was withdrawn, then thrust into her for a second time before finally being removed for good. The first event was over. It had simply prepared her for the pain she was about to receive.
John Sudeley removed his iron for the last time, his hands wet with Serena's blood and urine. Even as he stood, facing the crowd with his weapon raised above his head, Serena lay defecating upon the stone slab for all to see. It was time to move to the second event. Slowly the men at the ropes lowered the poor woman's legs as another councillor approached her brandishing a two-sided axe. Holding the weapon for the crowd to see, they cheered their welcome to this next event. The man with the axe stood beside the crying Serena and informed her that her was going to cut off her right arm in three pieces, starting at the wrist and working his way up. Another man began untying her wrists, bringing her right arm to her side and holding it down at the elbow. The axe was placed upon Serena's wrist to indicate the area of the first blow and was then raised above the man's head. A dull sound was met with a slight spark as metal met stone. The hand had been severed at exactly the spot indicated. The fingers of the poor woman twitched and the hand actually move a few inches across the table on it's own. The crowd was mesmerized by this and some even stated that this was proof she was a witch. The councillor then picked up the hand by the thumb and held it up for the crowd. Blood dripped from the severed end.
Serena felt the cold blow of the axe and saw blood spurt from her wrist. Again she cried out from the pain and her fear. She saw her hand being raised up to the crowd who were actually cheering her slow torture and certain death. Then she heard the roar from the royal lions who were fenced in beside her. She could look down into their stable and she watched as her severed hand was thrown in and immediately eaten by one of the beasts. She saw her fingers breaking in it's jaws, she heard the crunch of bone and saw in horror, the lion swallow her appendage. Immediately after, she felt the cold steel resting on her elbow and saw the man with the axe marking the area with her own blood. Again the axe fell, again the spark and the blood. And again, to her disbelief, the cheer of the crowd as her ar
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