****** Female Cannibal ******
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Female Cannibal


Justin Blade didn't know why he held the fascination he did with being eaten by
a woman. He just knew he did. Perhaps it was watching the Saturday morning
cartoons as a child. They always held the theme of one character seeking to eat
another. Heaven knows he watched enough of them. Maybe it was the fairy tales
he heard and read where a witch (read that woman), or some other being, was on
the hunt to eat the small children in the story. It really didn't matter what
the reason was, he had the desire and he wanted to fulfil it.

It was something that was on his mind often as he grew up. He watched women,
wondering if they might be the ones he was looking for. He would look at
advertisements in magazines, and imagine the woman in the picture as wanting
him for her dinner. Alcohol and cigarette advertisements always had the very
best women, or at least the women with the best expressions for his purposes.
He would read outdoor magazines looking for women in the stories who were
willing to go out and kill something for themselves to eat. He would imagine
meeting one of them and then being hunted her.

He began to watch women in restaurants. He observed how they ate. He especially
enjoyed watching how they ate meat. The ones who showed the meat who is boss
were the best. He could always tell the right kind of woman when she ate
chicken. She would lift the piece to her mouth, and rip the flesh off of the
bone. He had little use for the dainty eaters, who would pick small pieces off
to put in their mouths. It looked more like they were eating popcorn. The prawn
devourers were next. They would eat the prawn with their fingers, not a fork,
in one bite, ripping it off up to the tail. And on special occasions, he would
get to see the women who would swallow an oyster whole.

When he found such women eating in a restaurant, he would imagine himself being
served to them, to have to be shown by them who was the boss. He was there for
the woman's pleasure, even if what pleased her was to eat him completely.

Therapy didn't help him any. And nothing else that the public schools or his
parents did made any difference. He had a desire, and he wished to fulfil it.
He longed to meet a woman that would want to eat him for real. There were times
when he thought he must be dissatisfied with life, if he wanted so badly to end
it that way. Yet at other times he knew that wasn't true. Maybe it was just
that he was fascinated by the kind of woman who would do such a thing. The
daring risk to make contact, and live to tell about it. Like jumping out of an
airplane thousands of feet in the air, or bungie jumping. Yet his fantasies
always included her being full and he not there at the end.

He became an expert at being rejected, as he looked for the line that he could
use when talking to women. Something that would indicate he was willing if they
were looking. But most of the time things just came out wrong, and they would
get the idea he was asking for a blow-job, or was just juvenile. For him it
just seemed to be one frustration after another, until the day he went online.

Suddenly, a whole new world opened up. Chat rooms, Forums, Web-sites, etc.
etc... Why had this taken so long to get invented he wondered? He could walk
down to Front Street, where all the adult entertainment was found, and never
leave the comfort of his own home. He didn't even need a trench coat or brown
paper bags. Oh, and there were search engines.

He put in the words 'cannibal women', and pushed search. The response was
dizzying. He would never be able to look through all this. Besides, most of it
was kinky porn and of no interest to him. Nevertheless, he invested the time
and found a few sites that had links that led to sites that fit his desires.
The one he spent the most time at was called the Cannibal Women's Meat Market.
Supposedly other men shared his desires, and it was here they could post their
bios and have a woman contact them to meet, and for her to eat.

He didn't hesitate a minute to place his name on the board, stating he lived in
the Indianapolis area, and he really wanted to meet with such a woman. It
seemed none of the women were interested in a 22-year-old brown haired blue
eyed Caucasian male. In some ways this was worse than being rebuffed to his
face, after all, weren't these women supposed to be cannibals? He hadn't
mentioned that he stumbled when talking to people, or that he had to live with
the label 'obsessive compulsive.' Why was there no response from any of these
women?

He would update the listing regularly, so it wouldn't fall off of the bottom of
the board. And he would read the posts of women every day. Sometimes he would
reread a post many times, dreaming of himself in her control, in her home, in
her belly.

He continued to collect pictures of women in advertising, but the pickings
seemed to be getting pretty slim lately. The political atmosphere was driving
away the two best advertisers portraying women. Cigarette and beer ads were
fewer and farther between. And women just weren't being represented in the
outdoor sports magazines anymore either. His frustration was becoming
unbearable.

It just didn't seem right that in a nation of 280 million people, and a world
of 5+ billion, there wasn't at least one woman out there that would want to eat
him.

He was checking the board late one night more so out of habit rather than hope,
when he saw the post.
Do you work out at the gym? : JANICE

He could hardly believe his eyes. An answer, well of sorts, to his post. His
fingers shook on the mouse as he waited for the post to load into his browser.

: Do you work out at the gym?
:
: I like guys who do work with their brains,
: and don't work out a lot with weights.
: Men who pump iron are tough and stringy,
: like eating shoes.
: If you don't spend more than 20 minutes a day exercising,
: e-mail me and we can meet.
: Janice

Unbelievable. This was fantastic. He spent so little time working out that she
would find him to be melt in her mouth tender. He responded so fast and typed
so nervous that he misspelled half the words he wrote.

Dear Janice
I dont wirk out at aall. I spen most of ma tim in my compytdr char. I sould
srill love to meat you anytim anywere.
Justin.

When he reviewed the post on the site he felt a wave of embarrassment. Couldn't
he have taken the time to review it at least? He had been so anxious he had
typed in the post and sent it without looking. Nevertheless she replied to him
via e-mail before the next morning.

Two e-mails later and they were meeting at Vogue Nightclub, Thursday night at
8:00 PM.

Arriving at the bar he had some trouble spotting an open table. He finally saw
one close to the door. He moved in and sat down, his wait was short and he was
rewarded when she sat down with him. She was wearing a black sleeveless evening
dress. Her hair was a wavy blond, neck length. She was not his age that was for
sure; she was somewhere between 35 and 40. Age aside, this woman was beautiful.
Her features betrayed a German heritage, and her mouth was quite expressive.
This was a full-blown woman, not a girl. She looked him over thoroughly after
being seated.

"Well, you're certainly a prime choice, are you Justin?" she asked him.

His breath caught in his throat. He tried to swallow and finally squeaked out,
"Yes I am ma'am."

She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Blowing smoke at the ceiling she said,
"I like them young, and soft. And you certainly qualify. I will be very pleased
to eat you for dinner. I'd like a little time to get to know you first, though.
When would you like to do this?" she asked.

Justin discovered, to his surprise, he didn't want to do this anymore. As a
fantasy it had all seemed so pleasant. But then in the fantasy stage he was
still around to enjoy it. A look in her eyes, as she spoke, made it plain that
she was for real. When she finished he wasn't going to be around to enjoy it.
He would be inside her, becoming part of her, permanently. Justin stood up
quickly and said, "I have to go to the bathroom, could you excuse me for a
minute?"

"Certainly, we have a lot of time to get acquainted tonight. I want to know all
about you, Justin, what you like to do, where you like to go. I like to know
who I'm eating. Take your time, I'll wait right here," she answered.

Justin headed for the men's room, and then out the back. He had changed his
mind, almost instantly, when he realized that this woman was not playing a
game. She was serious. It was the way she looked at him that convinced him that
he was to be her food. She was one of the ones who showed her food who was
boss. And he needed to get out of there before he found out who was boss. He
went six blocks up before catching a bus.

Janice knew what was coming next. The little fool will be going out the back
now, she thought. They always want it when they can't have it. But as soon as
it's offered to them for real, zoom. It didn't really matter, she already knew
where he lived, and she was in the mood for a slow hunt with this one anyway.
She inhaled deeply on her cigarette and laughed as she blew the smoke into the
room. She enjoyed the smell of fear and this one had oozed it. She could still
smell the lingering sweat ten minutes after he left. At least this one was
smart enough to see it right away, not like that last one who still didn't get
it even as she was ripping the flesh from his belly.

Justin arrived at his apartment 40 minutes later. He locked the door, and
checked all of the windows twice. He sat on the sofa for almost an hour trying
to calm down. One look into her eyes, and he had seen some thing so terrifying,
so overpoweringly malignant, it shook him to his core. He readied himself for
bed, then laid awake, unable to sleep, for what seemed the entire night.

A snake was crawling across face. In fact a pit of snakes was attacking him. He
began to struggle for his life and suddenly sat up in his bed. A dream. "Oh
man, what's going on, she really got to me I guess," he said to himself.

"Just lie back and relax" he heard a woman's voice say. He turned suddenly to
see Janice sitting on the edge of his bed next to him. She was wearing a full-
length nightgown, blue in color, and had been caressing his forehead and chest
with her fingertips. She pushed him back to the lying position and began to
caress his chest with her fingertips. "Just relax, you need your sleep. I don't
want the meat tainted with a lot of adrenaline, okay."

"Wha..." he stammered, "How did you get in here. This is my place, get out of
here."

"Justin," She said incredulously, "don't you remember, you asked me to do
something for you," she closed her eyes and shook her head, "and I said I
would." She added nodding. "Now just relax I want you to be as comfortable as
possible until it's time."

"No" he blurted out. "I changed my mind, I don't want you to eat me any more. I
want to stay alive, I don't want to die just to be food for you."

She looked him in the eye and said in a sultry tone, "Justin, I didn't change
my mind. I still want you." She smiled and looked into his eyes, "And I will
have you." She bent over and kissed him on the forehead. "Look at this as an
opportunity, after all it isn't every guy who gets to be eaten by me," she
continued, "Just think of it, you get to have my powerful jaws rending your
flesh from your bones, my merciless stomach acids dissolving you into a protein
soup, and then you get to be absorbed into all parts of me. We'll be together
for a long long time."

Justin tried to sit up, but she pushed him back with a tremendous amount of
strength for a woman. Her hand found its way to his crotch and she began to
rub. He tried to ignore her; he tried not being aroused. He thought of baseball
scores. He thought of things that were turn-offs, but his body betrayed him.
His member became erect even with him willing it not to. She leaned over and
took him in her mouth. She worked him slow and gentle, using her tongue and
lips to manipulate him until he exploded in her mouth.

She sat up licking her lips. She looked at him and said, "Thank you for the
appetizer. I look forward to the main course very soon." And with that, she
left his room. He did not even hear her exit the apartment.

He felt humiliated. Violated. He felt as if she had taken from him his past,
his present, and his future. In the quiet of the night, Justin fought back
tears.

He lay there for some time shaking. How could this be happening? This wasn't
how he imagined it. This felt nothing like the way he dreamed it to be. On top
of it all he continued to feel humiliated by what she had just done to him. He
resisted with everything he had; yet his body betrayed him and cooperated with
her completely. He tried not to enjoy it, yet, somehow, he believed he must
have. Justin felt very small at that moment. He remained awake and motionless
in his bed the remainder of the night.

As she left the apartment, she was still dizzy with the aroma of his fear.
Janice loved the feeling of power that she had over Justin. She knew that in
spite of his fear, he would never be able to prevent himself from cooperating
with her intentions. He had struggled greatly, but in the end, she had won. And
she knew she was going to win again. She anticipated the next meeting feeling
her nipples getting hard and her juices beginning to flow. She would have to
find some relief for herself before tonight was over.

The police station was a place of chaos. Justin didn't like all the questions
the detectives were asking him. Who cares how they met, she was after him now,
not then. Who cares what he wanted to meet her for, she was after him. Why
couldn't they just do their jobs and protect him from a mad woman. A mad woman
who had broken into his apartment and attacked him. (He could hear jokes in the
background how they would like to be attacked that way.) First Janice had
humiliated him in his own home, now those who were supposed to protect him were
picking it up where she had left off.

In the end, all they really promised to do was to send some detectives out to
check out his apartment, and then increase patrols in the area by his home.
"Look, sonny, we got a whole town to protect. We can't spend all day
babysitting you. We'll increase patrols, and setup fast response if you call
us. But I can't waste manpower just sitting around waiting for this woman to
decide what to do."

"Thanks, for nothing," Justin replied.

"Look, kid, we did a check, there's no record of such an MO anywhere. Her
pictures weren't in the mug books you went through. You don't know anything
more than her first name, if it is her first name. What do you want me to do,
come in and live with you?" the sergeant asked him.

Justin didn't like the term kid, and he didn't like the way the police were
writing him off as a nut, and not taking this seriously. This woman was for
real, and she was going to kill him.

Sitting in the empty office she found in the city building, Janice watched as
Justin played out his next step with the police. She knew that this would call
for a 1 to 2 week wait on her part, but this was expected. And she really
didn't need to eat for a month anyway. This was no obstacle, just a part of the
inevitable.

Justin missed work the next two days. He sat at home doing next to nothing. He
was as neurotic as he ever wanted to be. He was so nervous he had given himself
diarrhea, he was drinking more Maalox than water. He hadn't eaten since that
night, he didn't watch any television, he didn't use the computer, and he even
neglected his studies. Justin wasn't even feeling comfortable in his own home.
The police detectives that checked the place out said there was no evidence of
any kind of forced entry, and all of the fingerprints in his apartment were his
own. They suggested to Justin that it might all have been a vivid dream.

This was no dream. It wasn't even a nightmare. This was a trap, he was in it,
and nobody wanted to help him out of it. It was another two days before he
began to function with some semblance of normalcy. Each day became easier as he
continued not to see or think about Janice. With almost two weeks gone by since
Janice's visitation to his apartment he began to put it behind him completely.
He was feeling in the clear, and that she was out of his life to torment
someone else now.

He woke up feeling almost totally free. He anticipated going to work, and
catching up on his studies. He was getting ready for the day, when entering the
bathroom he heard her voice from behind. "Sorry sweetie, I forgot to flush." He
saw an unusually large deposit in the commode, which when he noticed it had a
strong smell. "Will you please take care of, oh, what was his name again,
Tony... Would you please take care of Tony for me?"

He turned around to see her standing there. She was wearing a white blouse with
a green plaid jumper. He thought she looked like an escapee from a parochial
school. He felt his heart in his throat, his knees began to falter, one knee
wouldn't hold still. She stepped past him and flushed the toilet. She came out
and guided him back to his bedroom. This terrified him, he'd seen the police
and she was still here again. Now what was there for him to do? If the police
didn't bother her, and she could enter his apartment at will, how was he to
protect himself from her?

"You know sweetie, the police really aren't going to help you. They have to
help the community you know. And, somehow, that doesn't include helping you,
individually. Unless of course you have something they want, then they will
bend over backwards to help you." She smiled and cocked her head to one side as
she looked at him. She continued, "Robert had something they wanted, and it
took me a long time to get Robert." She laid him on the bed with his shirt off
and she began caressing his shoulders and chest with her fingertips. She could
feel him trembling as she caressed him. That made her hot again. She really
liked this one.

What bothered him the most about this was that he enjoyed the feel of her hands
on him. He liked looking at her too. She really was very pretty. "Anyway, you
must realize by now, that they aren't any places to turn for help. I guess
you're just stuck with me," she smiled.

When she felt him relax enough to stay put, she pulled out a cigarette and lit
it. He asked her not to smoke in his room, she responded by blowing smoke into
his face. His eyes stung from the smoke, and the smell revolted in his nose, he
coughed and sputtered for air. She laughed and said, "You really don't like
this do you. Well, too bad, because we're here for my pleasure, not yours."
Rubbing him with one hand and smoking with the other she said, "I think I'm
going to wait a while before eating you, I like you." She licked her lips. "You
know, you're very trusting, I could see that when you were talking to the
police. And I'd like for you to trust me; I like it when my food trusts me.
Oops, I can see it in your eyes now, you think that maybe I'll start to like
you so much so that I'll let you live. Kind of like a pet. Like the lady next
door with her pet squirrel. We both know she would never eat her pet squirrel."
She took a puff and blew the smoke at the doorway.

"Well don't get your hopes up Justin. My stomach is number one with me. I'll
wait for a short while, play with you a little, even get to know who you are,
but you will be inside me before we're done."

"Why are you doing this to me?" He pleaded with her. "You're such a beautiful
woman, how can you be so cruel?"

"Because you asked me to," she answered. "You asked me to a total of eight
times, when you posted and re-posted your request on the board. That's why
sweetie. You invited me to eat you and that's exactly what I am going to do.
Look, it's like jumping off of a high dive, once you step off, even if you
change your mind half way down, it's too late, you're committed, you're going
in whether you want to or not. And you are committed to going into me now!" The
last was said with finality.

When she finished her cigarette and put it out. She began caressing him with
both hands again. She had relaxed him to the point where he could not move. She
bent down and kissed him. He was revolted by the taste of her, but excited by
her appearance. Her hand once again found his member and made it hard. She
smiled and said, "You see, your body is ready to cooperate with me, it's just
your mind that's not. Your body will do everything I want it to. It will fill
me up, it will nourish me, and it will give me energy. You will be a part of
me." She put his hand on her breast. He could feel the firmness under the
shirt. There was no bra, but she was supported. "You should be thanking me,
that I'm even allowing you to be a part of me."

She had been working one hand up and down his shaft this whole time. Suddenly
he exploded all over himself. She quickly bent over him to lick it up. She
licked the tip of his member also. She smiled at him and smacked her lips, "Oh,
you taste so good, I don't know if I can wait," she said as she got up and
left. Once again he heard nothing as she left.

There was no question in his mind where he stood with the police now. Sitting
in the police psychiatrist's office explaining the whole situation to him, he
became acutely aware they thought he was nuts. He overheard a conversation
which included the comment, "fantasizing while he masturbates, all the while
losing track of what reality is..." Spoken with regards to him. That's all he
needed. Instead of helping him, they were going to "help" him. In the meantime,
Janice was out there planning her next move.

Three days later, and no sign of her, he was walking into his living room with
a cup of coffee from the kitchen. He was forcing himself to act normal. He was
going to sit down, relax and watch the baseball game on TV. As he came around
the corner of the sofa he heard, "Be a dear, and bring me a cup will you
sweetie."

She was sitting in the lounger watching the TV. The cup he was holding slipped
out of his hand. She stood up and turned when she heard the thump on the floor.
She was wearing blue jeans and a blue work shirt this time. "Now look, you've
spilled it all over the carpet. You're going to have to clean that up." She
looked at him licking her lips. "Oh you little darling, you're scared of me,
aren't you. There's no need to be frightened. I'm here to make things all
better for you. I'm giving your life a purpose."

The smell of his fear was getting her excited. She could feel herself flowing
and getting wet. She was hot for this one; the terror was giving her a heady
feeling, almost euphoric.

His knees were trembling, he could feel all the strength draining from his
body, he stumbled forward and sat in the chair. She walked over and sat in his
lap. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. When
she hadn't been smoking her mouth tasted sweet, he decided he could enjoy
kissing her like this. He could feel the passion she had pent up inside as she
kissed him. She held him in the kiss for almost a minute, then released him.
She leaned in again and ran her tongue along his forehead and cheeks. She
kissed him full on the mouth again.

She began massaging his neck muscles and said to him, "You should know by now,
anyone who works for government institutions is just a straight pin, they'll
never go any farther than their head will let them. That's no place to go for
help." She smiled at him then hugged his head to her chest for a few minutes.

She got out of his lap and sat in a sofa across from him. She pulled out
another cigarette and lit it. He made a face at what she was doing. "Sorry,"
she shrugged, "I just can't give them up, like I can't give you up," she said.

She leaned toward him and smiled, "You know, I get more easy meals because they
trust in those government yo-yos to protect them. But it just doesn't happen.
They aren't in the protect business, they're in the clean-up business. That's
why they'll never help you sweetie. All they will ever do is to clean up after
I'm finished with you" She told him.

When she finished smoking, she walked over to him opened up his shirt, and
kneeled in front of him where he sat. She began to caress his arms and tummy
with her fingertips again. "You know Justin, I really do like you. I wish we
could have met otherwise, I would have loved for you to be my friend. You can
still be my friend you know, at least for a little while."

"Friends don't eat their friends." He answered. "Perhaps you shouldn't have
volunteered, to be my food then." She replied "But volunteer you did, and now
we both have to deal with the consequences of your decision." She was drawing
circles around his belly button with her index finger. She opened his trousers
and exposed his member. She reached up and began to kiss his belly. She ran her
tongue up his chest and kissed him full on the mouth once again. The taste of
her caused his stomach to turn. But her hand had found its mark and was
massaging him hard again anyway.

She stood up, and lifted him out of the chair. Seeing how easily she handled
him Justin became weak with fear once again. When she decided it was time, he
was not going to be able to fend her off. This woman was clearly too strong.
She carried him into the bedroom and threw him onto the bed. She ripped his
pants off and removed his shirt. As he lay there naked, she began to undress.
What a body, he thought. There was nothing loose on her. Her breasts were well
rounded and firm, her arms were shapely, yet muscled, and her legs were like
those of a model. She was as perfect a woman as he had ever seen.

She was hot with anticipation, and the fear was pushing her to greater heights
of lust for him. She wanted release with him this time, she wanted to dominate
him, she wanted to own him when she was finished.

She reached over and began working her hands on his member. Then she crawled
into the bed with him and slowly mounted herself onto him. He did not want to
cooperate, he thought of everything he could that was a turn off. He tried with
all his might to go limp. But her slow motions were keeping him hard. She
kissed him fully once again. Not even the taste of tobacco in her mouth could
cause him to become limp. When he came, she smiled at him cruelly and began to
laugh. He felt so completely humiliated by her and so insignificant lying there
under her, he began to cry.

She bent down and licked his tears. Then she placed her arms around him and
hugged him saying, "It's okay. You know that what you really want is a woman
just like me. You just don't want to be eaten. But you do, however, want to
spend time with me, be loved by me, and cuddle with me. Don't you Justin?"

He lay there still.

She whispered to him, "That's why you can't resist Justin. You want me so
thoroughly you can't prevent yourself from being attracted to me. It's not what
I'm going to do to you that turns you on, it's what I am." She kissed him
again, "And you want to be touched by me, and held by me. But you aren't
enjoying it because all you can think about is what I am going to do with you.
Stop thinking about that and enjoy the moment sweetie."

And she began to rock her hips again. She kissed him and became more violent in
her motions. Justin was not ready for another round, he was so sensitive it
tickled and felt uncomfortable the whole time, he felt such relief when she
came and stopped the motion. She collapsed down on him and kissed him again. "I
really like you Justin, I will remember you always as I carry you with me." She
said.

She held him and caressed him for about another hour before she sat up and lit
another cigarette. She leaned back and smoked with a look of total satisfaction
on her face. Very peaceful and serene, he could hardly believe that she would
actually want to eat him. She looked at him and said, "No Justin, don't even
think it for a minute. I do want to eat you. And I will eat you. There is no
getting out of that. I want you in me now more than ever." She took a long pull
on her cigarette, the let the smoke out slowly. Then she said thoughtfully,
"Isn't this a wonderful purpose for your life, to provide me with nourishment,
and energy? For you to become a part of this superb female body. "

"No," he answered, "I don't want to die, especially not to feed you. I don't
even like you. I don't want to be with you. Why don't you leave me alone?" He
pleaded.

"'Cuz a girl's gotta eat, and you're available sweetie. That's why."

"C'mon Justin, this is what you wanted. You really do want me, and deep down
you know it. That's why you haven't run away and changed you're identity.
That's why I started my website. To find guys like you, guys who secretly want
to be eaten. Guys who when faced with the reality will do anything but the one
thing that will work to get away from me. Justin, if you really wanted to get
away from me you could." She advised him.

She stubbed out her cigarette on the nightstand, dressed herself and left
without a sound once again.

Justin lay there thinking. Could it be that subconsciously he really did want
her to eat him. When she suggested running, and changing his identity, he
realized that he hadn't even thought of that. Did he really want her to win?
Did he really want to die? He was unable to sleep for some time that night.

The next morning, he began putting all of his affairs together. He needed cash
and fast. He sold much of what he had at the pawnshop. He decided not to pay
the lease on his apartment. He started wandering aimlessly about town, to
confuse anyone following. He bought a train ticket to Miami. He bought a bus
ticket to Cleveland. He bought an airline ticket to Los Angeles. Then he rented
a car and drove to Columbus, Ohio. There he boarded a train headed for Chicago.
He was watching the scenery go by when he heard from the seat next to him, "I
love visiting the John Hancock center this time of year, don't you sweetie."

There she was, wearing black shorts, a white tube top, and her hair was pulled
back with one of those comb clips in the back of her head. His heart caught in
his throat, it was as if he were completely dumbfounded. He was unable to
control his mouth to answer her.

"Really, Justin, is this the best you can do. I thought you were smart enough
to give me some sport. You're going to have to do better than this if you want
to get away from me." She added.

He closed his eyes in frustration. When he looked again, she was gone.

In Chicago he was waiting for a bus to Milwaukee when he felt someone put an
arm around him and hug him close. "Do you want me to have a beer with you,
Justin?" he heard her ask. She had on a gray dress with at blue halter-top.

He stared at her blankly but didn't answer.

"Justin, Justin, Justin. Riding all this public transportation like this, all
those records, and all that high visibility. See I told you that you didn't
want to get away. You're making it so easy to follow you. Think Justin. You
can't do the normal; you have to do what no one expects you to do. You're
supposed to be trying not to leave a trail. Now I know you can do better." She
said.

He headed south out of Chicago on the IC commuter train. No ticket, he thought
to himself, on or off whenever you want, and nobody the wiser.

In Homewood, Ill. he stowed away aboard a boxcar and got off in Peoria. He
hitchhiked, or walked the rest of the way. Two days later he was in Clayton,
Missouri, a small town outside of St. Louis. He saw a cheap and sleazy motel
and checked in, he wanted a shower and a bed in the worst way.

He rested the day away, and when he woke up he decided to have a shower before
going to get dinner. When he stepped out of the shower she was standing in his
room dressed as a maid.

"Shall I turn the bed down for you sir?" she asked him smiling. It was the look
in her eye that caused him to erupt in stark terror. He wet the floor where he
was standing. "Oh dear me, Justin, not like that. Do you know what it's going
to take to get a stain like that out?" she asked.

He was in a daze from panic, he could think of nothing to do. She said if he
really wanted to, he could get away, yet here she was. And she looked like she
was here to finish him off. He felt her take him over to the bed and lay him on
what felt like plastic sheets coated in felt. He lay there as she cleaned up
his mess. Then she was undressed and lying with him.

She began to caress his chest and belly with her fingertips. His fear was the
most extreme she experienced yet. She then massaged his member to erection. She
kissed him full on the mouth and then mounted him. She moved slowly at first
but she got more violent as she rode. She did not stop when he came but waited
until she came herself. Then spent she collapsed onto him.

"Oh, I love that." She said. "Justin, you were great. I really mean that, you
were great. I enjoyed playing with you so very much. Thank you Justin."

"How did you find me?" He asked. "I know I really wanted to get away." He said.

"I've been following you all along. There was no way I was going to let you go.
You just aren't very good at looking over your shoulder Justin." She told him

"But you said that if I really wanted to get away I could." He protested.

"Oh, I am sorry I told you that." She answered. "But you see sweetie, you went
to the police, so if I did you at your apartment they would have been snooping
around way too soon. This way, when someone comes looking for you, you've
established a pattern that you left on your own. Selling your things at the
pawnshop, buying tickets out of town, et cetera. If someone gets persistent
they can trace you to Chicago, in as little as two days. From there it will be
at least two weeks before they could even start to look here, assuming they get
lucky. And by then there will be nothing left. So you see, I needed you to go
someplace secluded and I needed you to do it on your own."

He stared at her dumbfounded.

"And you picked an excellent place. I took the liberty of paying for a full
week in advance, and told them you didn't want to be disturbed during the whole
week, I said you were a writer." She then continued. "You did exactly what I
wanted you to. So you're all mine now."

This was the final insult. To be abused by her, to have his body betray him,
and now to be tricked into walking voluntarily into her parlor to be eaten. He
felt hope slip away as she told him how foolish he had been. He felt the
strength drain from his body as she began to lick his soft belly.

He felt her warm breath on his belly, her lips caressing him around the belly
button. He felt her tongue tracing up and down his belly. He felt and heard the
skin tearing open as she snapped her head and ripped him open from sternum to
navel. He wanted to scream out his pain, but her experience at eating young men
prevented that. There was nothing for his diaphragm to push against, so his
lungs simply collapsed and a slow pace because of the gaping hole in his torso.

He felt her hand reach into his chest cavity and rip out his heart. The pain
was immense, he was going to die now, and he knew it, yet he was watching her
in fascination with what little time he had left. Through the intense pain,
with his lungs on fire unable to draw air, he saw her devour his heart in three
bites. She was licking the blood off of her fingers when he lost conciseness
for the last time.

She finished his liver, kidneys, lungs, and was beginning on some tender flesh
of his belly when the first wave hit. She quickly got up and went into the
shower stall and let go the stream of clear liquid. She preferred the shower
stall because if people heard the toilet flushing all night long, it might
attract attention. She returned to her feast and gorged herself again until she
felt it build again. Back to the shower stall. That's how she worked the entire
night, eating her fill, then evacuating the water. By morning nothing remained
of Justin except his bones.

She broke open his skull and removed his brain. Her favorite part, she saved it
for last. She savored each bite as she ate his brain. When she finished, she
returned to the shower to evacuate one more time, then turned the shower on to
wash off the extra blood and gore. When she finished showering, she stepped
into the room with a towel wrapped around her hair she began to clean up the
mess. The plastic sheet she put on the bed tucked over nicely holding all the
bones. She then placed that in an airtight plastic bag. This was placed in a
suitcase. She would incinerate the lot later.

She dried her hair, then put on the maternity dress she had purchased just
before coming to the motel. If anyone had anything to report, it would have
been an eight months pregnant woman leaving with a suitcase, too small for a
body, in a Ford Mustang. Just before leaving, she sat in one of the chairs and
lit a cigarette. She smoked slowly, enjoying each puff. Her Justin bulge would
last her at least two months. And it would be at least three and a half months
before she required feeding again.

She carried the suitcase out and placed it in the trunk of the Mustang. She
headed out of the city west bound. Two car changes later she picked up her own
Cadillac El Dorado in Memphis Tennessee. She drove the rest of the way home in
her own car.

When she arrived home, she sat in her most comfortable chair and lit a
cigarette. As she smoked she thought about Justin, she really did like him. It
was just too bad that he hadn't met her through normal channels. She would have
enjoyed him as a friend instead of a meal. But fate plays cruel tricks on us
all. When she finished her cigarette, she walked out on the balcony. The police
were two floors down going through the corner apartment, it seems the young man
who lived there had disappeared rather suddenly, and his parents suspected foul
play.

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