****** Survival! by White Shadow ******
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Survival!


Tina Lubner looked out of her window and observed the mountains moving below
her. 'Those seem awfully close,' she thought to herself. Tina was travelling
with her class of teen girls. She was in her late thirties and looked rather
mousy -- pale, thin, and nervous-looking. The girls were excited about flying.
A few had gotten airsick after eating junk food just before boarding the plane.

Suddenly, the plane ride became very rough. The plane was shaking and losing
altitude. The captain's voice came on over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen,
we have lost one of our engines. Please stay calm. Everything is under
control."

The airplane jerked violently as it descended toward the mountains. There was a
loud bang as the tail section of the plane hit a mountain ridge and broke off.
The wings then tore off the body of the plane, leaving only the cockpit and
most of the passenger cabin intact, sliding over rock and snow at 150 miles per
hour. Then the cockpit broke up and the passenger cabin continued to slide
forward a long distance before grinding to a halt.

There were a few seconds of eerie silence before several of the badly wounded
started screaming. Gradually, those survivors who were not seriously injured
started moving about, giving what help they could to those who were worse off.

Some of the survivors found a crew member, Ralph, who was only slightly
injured. They asked what they should do. He replied, "Stay calm, everything is
under control. Everything is under control! Ha ha ha ha ha!" as he broke out in
an uncontrollable, hysterical laughter.

A passenger named Mike called for everyone to be quiet. He said, "Alright
everyone, listen up! Stay where you are. We can expect to be rescued any time
now."

Tina, on hearing this, walked over to Mike. She said, "We should get ready to
spend the night. We'll need to close off the exposed parts of the cabin, remove
the dead, and give first aid to the injured. We also need to gather up the
available food and set up a system for rationing it so that..."

Mike abruptly cut her off, saying, "Thank you, please sit down. I'm in charge."

Tina went back to sit with her students. Only one of her students, named
Ginger, was injured. Ginger had a deep cut in her leg and cuts and bruises on
her head and arms. Heather, a lovely woman with long brown hair said, "So what
is going on? Nobody seems to know what to do. That yelling by the injured
people is getting on my nerves."

Tina told her, "Mike is in charge. We must trust him to know what to do."

That night was long, very cold, and difficult.


Day 2

Confident the group would be rescued soon, Mike rounded up all the food that
was available and handed it out to the survivors. After one meal all the food
was gone. The survivors huddled around, waiting for the rescue group to reach
them. Rescue was expected any minute.

Tina and the teenage girls took the initiative and used the upholstery from the
seats and curtains to prepare a wall of fabric to close off the cabin from the
outside. She had the men drag the dead passengers out of the cabin and bury
them in the snow.

Day 6
The group had no food for four days. There was no indication they would be
rescued soon, or even that anyone knew they were alive. They were all much too
weak to even try walk very far. They certainly could not try reaching help as
weak as they were.

Tina called a meeting of the 42 survivors. Right way, 300 pound Bruno brought
up the idea of eating the flesh of the dead passengers and crew. He whined,
"I'm hungry. It is torture for me to go hungry like this. The dead have plenty
of good meat on them. Let's chow down on them!"

"No, we cannot," said Mike, "It would be wrong. We must be patient and wait for
the rescuers to reach us."

Tina Lubner now spoke up, "I have to agree with Bruno. We don't know when or if
we'll ever be rescued. We have to keep up our strength. The only way to do that
is by eating the dead. It is a grizzly prospect but we have no other source of
food. The girls and I will strip meat off some of the corpses and prepare
dinner tonight."

"Now you're talking!" exclaimed Bruno, "Eats!"

Tina and the women used crude knives made from metallic airplane parts to cut
meat off the backs and legs of three of the dead to prepare an evening meal,
the first meal anyone had received in four days. Each person received a plate
containing raw human meat.

Tina decided to set an example for the girls by bravely eating the reddish-
brown meat. She took a large mouthful of it. At first she almost gagged on it.
Then she found she was able to tolerate the unusual taste of it and she chewed
and swallowed the piece in her mouth. After swallowing it, she realized it
wasn't so bad. She felt her strength returning. And more than that, her
feelings of despair now were replaced by an optimism that seemed to be growing
in her with each mouthful. With this source of food, the group could last for
months. She decided she would lead the group to safety.

Becky said, "I'm not used to eating raw meat. Can't we cook it a little?"

"No," replied Tina, "There are three reasons why we must eat it raw. First and
most importantly, raw meat retains vitamins that are lost during cooking.
Eskimos do not suffer from vitamin deficiency even though they receive very
little fresh produce. They get vitamins by not cooking their meat. Second, we
must get as much energy as possible from this food. We will lose useful fat if
we cook it. Lastly, we have little combustible material and cannot squander it
for use in cooking.

Mike sat away from the group, refusing to watch the spectacle of people acting
like savages with blood dripping from their mouths. Mike especially hated to
watch lovely young women like Heather and Becky hungrily devour parts of the
people they all had flown with and had talked with only a few days before.

After supper, Tina gathered the survivors for a meeting. She announced, "I am
now the leader of this group. I will make sure we all survive until we are
rescued. Further, I will make sure we are all as safe and as comfortable as
possible until we are rescued."

Mike started to speak, "Now listen here Tina..." but Tina cut him off.

"From now on you will all address me as Miss Lubner. Mike, I will speak with
you privately. This meeting is over."

When they were alone, Miss Lubner told Mike, "You are as close to an able-
bodied man as we have at this point. We may need your strength from time to
time. You will start eating immediately."

"I refuse to!" declared Mike, and he stood before Miss Lubner with his arms
folded.

"Becky! Heather!" yelled Miss Lubner, "Come here!"

In a few seconds the two women arrived. "Strip him and tie him up!" Miss Lubner
commanded.

The two women did as they were told. Soon, Mike was naked and bound, helpless
on his back at Miss Lubner's feet.

"Now Mike, will you eat?"

Mike shook his head no.

Miss Lubner smiled and displayed to Mike a long, thin leather belt. After a
long pause to allow Mike to anticipate what was coming, Miss Lubner suddenly
began furiously whipping Mike's naked chest and nipples with the belt, leaving
an angry red welt each place the leather struck. Mike had never felt such pain
in his life. After a few seconds of shock he suddenly cried out, "No no! Please
stop! Please! I'll do anything you say... I can't stand it! Please stop!
PLEEEAASE STOP!!"

Miss Lubner stopped beating him. She put her dirty, smelly foot up to his face
and ordered him, "Lick it!" Mike hesitantly stuck out his tongue and touched
her foot with it. He grimaced but continued and gradually licked her foot
clean.

"OK, Becky, bring over a plate of meat! Heather, grab Mike by his balls! Mike
you will gladly eat every ounce of meat from Becky's hands or I will order
Heather to crush your balls to a bloody pulp. Do it! Now!"

Shortly, Heather had each of Mike's testicles firmly in the grasp of her hands
and Becky had a plate full of human meat in front of Mike. Becky offered a
piece of meat to Mike. He very reluctantly took it in his mouth, chewed it, and
swallowed it. Mike started shivering from the cold.

Miss Lubner said, "We don't want Mike to catch cold. Becky, strip and put your
body next to his. I'll do the same, and with some blankets over us, we'll keep
each other warm."

The two women peeled off their clothing. Miss Lubner did not have a very
remarkable body. She had small breasts that sagged a little, but her dark
nipples were erect and jutted out like small brown cocks. She was slender but
her belly stuck out. Becky on the other hand was athletic with a strong but
slender body and had full, firm breasts with erect pink nipples. Becky had a
lush growth of light brown pubic hair, in contrast to the rather sparse growth
of black and gray hair Miss Lubner had covering her pubic mound. Becky snuggled
on the left side of Mike while Miss Lubner covered them with blankets and lay
on his right side.

Becky hand fed the rest of the meat to Mike, who obediently ate it all. Seeing
his subservience, Miss Lubner told Heather, "Mike is a good boy. Relax your
grip on his balls. Instead, massage them. We want to reward him for being
good."

As Heather gently stroked his balls, Miss Lubner wrapped her warm right hand
around his penis as she told Becky, "Lick on his nipples, honey. Turn the pain
he has in those nasty red welts into pleasure. As for you, Mike, that meal
should have given you your strength back. I want you to service me." She
squeezed her hand around his engorged penis, making it twitch and leak pre-cum
into her palm.

"Yes," Miss Lubner said, "It looks like you are ready, Mike."

Mike was getting very turned on. The feel of Becky's tongue on his nipples was
unbelievably sensuous. Heather kept rubbing his aching balls, making them
tighten. His balls were sending intense feelings of pleasure through his body.

Mike closed his eyes. His rock hard cock was sticking straight up. He felt Miss
Lubner's warm, wet pussy start to descend onto his cock.

Miss Lubner's pussy was very tight. She had trouble getting Mike's cock into
her tight hole, but her hole gradually expanded to accommodate him. She started
riding his cock. She said, "Mike, are you my slutboy?"

"Yes Miss Lubner," Mike replied softly, "I'm you're slutboy."

Miss Lubner started breathing hard, enjoying the wonderful sensation of Mike's
penis inside her as she pumped up and down. She put her right hand on her clit
and started rubbing. She then sat on his pelvis, gently grinding her pussy on
his cock, as she rubbed around her clitoris in little circles. She let out a
low groan as a delicious warm feeling swept over her.

Miss Lubner panted, "Heather, rub my breasts. Play with my nipples."

Heather got up and crouched behind Miss Lubner, cupping her small breasts in
her hands. She felt the hard nipples and rubbed on them, sending shivers of
excitement through Miss Lubner.

Miss Lubner said, "Mike, you are my boy toy. I use you to pleasure me. You love
it when I use you, don't you, boy?"

"Yes, please use me, Miss Lubner. I'm yours," Mike groaned, as he felt his
orgasm building.

Miss Lubner found just the right angle for Mike's penis buried deep inside her
as she continued to ride it up and down and back and forth. She searched
desperately for her orgasm and was happy to feel it gradually build within her
until she knew it was approaching.

Miss Lubner now moved her hips in a circular motion, feeling Mike's pubic hair
brush around her throbbing, engorged clit as she continued to rub it. Now her
orgasm was inevitable. She groaned out loud and her body started shuddering as
wave after ecstatic wave of orgasm swept over her. Miss Lubner stopped riding
Mike's penis now, as she sat with his hard penis buried deep in her, her lower
body resting on his pelvis. He was desperately trying to reach his own orgasm
and thrashed around, struggling against the ropes that bound him. He was
helpless, dependent on Miss Lubner for his release.

Miss Lubner loved this new feeling of power. She was on a plateau, very close
to a second orgasm. Heather continued to play with Miss Lubner's breasts and
nibble on her neck as Miss Lubner slowly started moving on Mike's penis,
clasping it tightly with her hot cunt. She had been rubbing her clit slowly
after her orgasm but was now rubbing it quickly, as she approached her second
orgasm. Mike felt the vagina surrounding his cock start to spasm again as Miss
Lubner again came.

She could tell Mike was about to come. She jumped off him and grabbed his
penis. She could feel it throbbing as she stroked it, and long white ropes of
his cum shot high into the air. The three women each tried to catch some of the
cum in their mouths and wound up with glistening white streaks of cum on their
mouths.


Day 12

Tina Lubner had organized the group of survivors into a community with a role
assigned to each person. Their cabin was fairly well insulated by now. Miss
Lubner had developed an efficient system for butchering the human corpses and
distributing the food. She calculated the group had enough food to last 120
days, longer as members of the group died. Most of the survivors were getting
stronger every day.


Day 23

Heather and Miss Lubner were sitting inside the cabin. Heather was scowling and
shaking her head. "That damned Bruno," Heather sighed, "He eats three times as
much as any of us, but he's completely useless -- just a big fat tub of lard."

"Hmmm..." said Miss Lubner, deep in thought, "You've just given me an idea how
we can solve several problems at once!"

"I did?" exclaimed Heather, smiling.

"You did. Now, here is my plan..."


Day 24

That morning the weather was exceptionally cold and there was a steady
snowfall. Heather found Bruno in a corner, munching on some human jerky. She
flirted with him a while, then said, "You are such a big strong man, I've
wanted you ever since I set my eyes on you. Why don't we go off on a walk so
that we can get better acquainted?"

Bruno eagerly grunted, "Sure! Any time!"

"Then let's go now!"

"Gee, I dunno, it's snowing..."

"That's OK, we won't wander too far off, just far enough so we can have some
privacy."

The two walked out into the snow. About a mile from the plane, Heather grabbed
his crotch and said, "I want you. NOW!"

Heather could feel Bruno's thin penis instantly become erect inside her grasp.
She rubbed it. Bruno moved his hips in synch with her rubbing. He muttered, "Oh
baby... it's been so long... I need you!"

Heather replied, "I need you too. More than you can know! Now let's strip and
get nasty!"

"I dunno, it's awful cold."

"Oh come on, it'll be invigorating! Unless you're not man enough..."

At that, Bruno stripped off his coat and layer after layer of clothing. Heather
was repulsed by the huge, flabby body being revealed to her but forced a smile
and also stripped down. She pushed him, naked, onto their stack of clothing
that was covering the snow. He was laying on his back, his erect cock sticking
straight up. Heather could hardly see anything but the red tip of it. She
squatted down on it, and felt the tip enter her wet cunt. She lowered herself
as far as she could, but she could get only about one thin inch, not much more
than the knob, inside of her. She started to wiggle around on it when Bruno let
out a loud grunt. Heather jumped off him and put her mouth on his penis to
catch and thirstily drink down a few thin jets of his cum. After she had
drained him dry she commanded, "Get up!"

Bruno was embarrassed about being able to last only a few seconds. He meekly
stood up.

Heather snatched up their clothes and ran away from him. Bruno stood, shaking
his head and looking confused. When she was 10 feet from him, she quickly put
her clothes back on while Bruno pouted, "Hey, I'm getting cold. Gimme my
clothes back."

"You'll have to catch me to get them, fatso!" Heather laughed at him.

Bruno lunched toward her but lost his balance and fell forward onto the snow
with a loud thud. "Huh huh, it's cold!" he sobbed, as Heather danced around him
kicking snow on his naked back. "Ow ow, ow!!" he yelped as the ice bit into his
blubbery hide.

"You don't need clothes anyway," Heather taunted, "You have a layer of fat to
keep you warm."

Bruno reached for her but Heather stayed out of his grasp. "Please come back
here. I'm freeeeezing! Pleeeeeaaaase!!" he begged her, "It's so cold..."

At that point, Miss Lubner and Becky showed up with a sled being pulled by
Mike, their "sled dog." Miss Lubner told Bruno, "Oh shut up you big baby! We're
so tired of hearing your whining." She and Becky helped Heather pile more and
more snow on top of Bruno as he wallowed around on his back but could not get
up. Bruno flailed his arms around but was feeling drowsy from hypothermia.

"There now, just relax," Miss Lubner advised Bruno, "You'll start feeling warm
again any second now."

"Yes..." mumbled Bruno, "It feels warm..." and his voice trailed off.

He was laying on his back, his breathing was rather shallow as the women piled
snow on him. He hardly stirred when the snow covered his mouth, suffocating
what little life remained in him.

After a minute he stopped moving. "Well, that's that!" announced Miss Lubner,
"We need to field dress this white whale so we can bring back his blubber.
We're gonna make some candles!"

"Yes, yes!" squealed Becky, clapping her hands.

"We have to move quickly. That tub of lard will be hard to work with after he
freezes," said Miss Lubner rather thoughtfully. She brushed snow off his belly
and got out her carving knife. She pushed the blade deeply into the center of
his belly just below his rib cage and slashed the blade down to his crotch with
all her strength. Just then, Bruno opened his eyes and spit snow out of his
mouth. He screamed "EEEEEIIIIIIII!!!!" grabbing at his intestines as they
spilled forward, covered by a thick slimy layer of blood and fat.

"Oh my god, he's still alive!" gasped Heather, "Now what do we do?"

"Becky!" barked Miss Lubner, "Pull his guts out!"

Becky and Bruno started a tug of war over his intestines, one that he was
losing as she pulled them several feet out before he could grab some and start
to pull them back. With Bruno distracted, Miss Lubner positioned the knife
directly above his throat. She brought the knife slashing down through his
throat with all her strength. His blood shot out of his throat in giant gushes,
turning the snow around his head and neck a dark red. The blood spilled onto
Miss Lubner's right hand and arm. "Damn you," she cursed at Bruno, "See what a
mess you've made!"

"So is he dead now?" inquired Heather, looking dubiously at Bruno, who lay
quietly.

"One way to find out!" announced Miss Lubner. She moved to Bruno's feet and
knelt between his legs. She poked the knife through the top of his ball sack
and slashed down. Opening the sack, she cut out each of his testicles. Bruno
didn't budge. "Yes, he's dead." The girls nodded in agreement.

"You know, all this work has given me an appetite. I'm gonna eat one of these
nuts of his. Any takers for the other one?" asked Miss Lubner.

Mike looked away but Heather looked at the bloody bright orange testicle in
Miss Lubner's outstretched hand with a mixture of horror and fascination. "Miss
Lubner, that looks more like an tangerine than a nut. Why don't you cut it in
half?" asked Heather, hesitantly.

Miss Lubner held one testicle in her mouth, while slicing the other one in
half. "Here!" she said, offering a piece to each girl.

The three women munched slowly, then each of their faces lit up. "It's
delicious!" Heather announced. "I wish that pig was better endowed... Well,
guess there would have been more but I emptied him a little!"

The three women giggled like schoolgirls as Heather rolled around on her back,
kicking her feet in the air and laughing.

The women and Mike finished field dressing Bruno, emptying and cleaning out his
stomach cavity and finished cutting off his head. Miss Lubner said, "My main
concern is getting his fat back to camp so we can melt it down and make candles
out of it. We can leave most of his meat here to freeze dry. It's just too damn
heavy to take back all at once!"

"What about his guts?" asked Heather, "Anyone hungry for menudo?"

They all laughed as they started back for camp, Mike straining against his
harness, in front of them, hauling a big pile of Bruno's fat and meat on the
sled.

When they arrived, Miss Lubner took a very serious, sad look on her face and
announced to the group, "There was a terrible accident. Bruno has died. But
even in death he contributes his all to this group. We've brought back a big
pile of his body fat and fresh meat. We will make candles today. No longer will
we have to endure the darkness of the evening. His fat will produce enough
candles to last us for months!"


Day 43

Early in the morning, Mike woke Miss Lubner with some urgent news. He told her,
"I'm very sorry to disturb you Mistress. We've seen what looks like a group of
mountain climbers approaching our site."

"Oh..." replied Miss Lubner, "Do you think they are looking for us?"

"It seems likely."

"Yes, I think so. Well, we must go meet them. Mike, have Heather and Becky
prepare an excursion. The three of us are going out to meet the rescuers. We'll
meet them and lead them up here. We should be rescued very shortly.

Five minutes later, Miss Lubner was leading Heather and Becky down the mountain
toward the rescuer party. "OK, we have discussed this," said Miss Lubner as the
three women approached the rescuers, "Remember, timing is everything! Just
follow my lead."

A half hour later, the women came face to face with three men. Miss Lubner fell
to her knees. She cried out, "Thank God you've found us!" and started sobbing
uncontrollably. She fell forward in the snow, her only movement then being her
quiet sobs. Heather and Becky also fell to their knees and started crying.

The three men rushed forward and each took one of the women in his arms, trying
to comfort her. John, the leader of the group had his arms around Becky. He
said, "Don't cry. Everything is going to be alright. We will save you."

"Food... food..." Miss Lubner moaned, "We've been without food for weeks and
weeks. We even tried to eat the dead. It was... horrible!!" she gasped out as
she again started sobbing uncontrollably.

"It's OK, we have some food for you in our packs. We'll camp here for a while
and give you something to eat. Then we'll lead you to safety and helicopters
will evacuate the rest," John said. Becky was holding him tight, shaking from
her quiet sobs.

The group then made their introductions. The three men were John, the leader;
Larry, who was holding Miss Lubner; and Bill, who was getting a little turned
on by holding the voluptuous Heather.

The men set up camp and prepared a meal for themselves and the women. All six
were in a tent that was gradually warming up. 'Oh great,' Heather thought as
she ate, 'Beans.'

The women gave each other knowing looks. Miss Lubner ate ravenously, getting
beans all over her face, and the other two followed her example. "You poor
women were starving!" observed Bill.

"Yes," Heather replied, "It required our last ounce of strength to climb down
here. It is so wonderful to be rescued... and by such handsome men!"

The men blushed at the compliment.

As they finished eating, Miss Lubner nodded slightly at the other two women.
Becky spoke up, "Please let us show you our gratitude," as she put her arms
around John. Likewise, Heather grasped onto Bill and Miss Lubner grabbed a
surprised Larry. The three women reached down and found the penises of the men.
All three men quickly got hard erections from the touch of the women.

In a short while, each man was on his back with a woman riding his penis. "This
is... great!" Larry grunted as Miss Lubner's tight cunt milked his penis. John
and Bill agreed. John, who had an especially sensitive penis, soon knew he was
on the verge of an orgasm. Becky felt his penis swell inside her and saw he was
becoming tense with excitement so she stopped moving her hips. Instead she
leaned forward and kissed John passionately. John was able to hold back and his
feeling of impending orgasm waned. Miss Lubner and Heather then picked up the
pace, clasping the penises of their men tightly with their cunts while riding
them fast. In a short while, all three men and all three women were rapidly
approaching a simultaneous orgasm. Each of the women felt her man's penis swell
up and throb as his love juice squirted into her.

"Yes! Yes! Now!!" cried Miss Lubner, as all three women took the crude knives
from their pockets and slit the throats of their sex partners. Huge geysers of
blood shot up in front of each woman, in synch with the smaller geysers of cum
that were involuntarily spurting from the penises of the dying men.

In a few seconds it was over.

"Jesus H. Christ!" remarked Heather. "A man sure can lose an erection fast
after he comes!"

"Tell me about it!" laughed Becky.

"OK," Miss Lubner said, has she stood up, straightening her clothes. "I don't
know about you two but I've got to get the taste of beans out of my mouth.
Yetch!"

"Yes," agreed Heather, "Those beans almost made me barf."

"I know! Let's use the butane heater and have a nut roast! Fresh roasted
chestnuts. Um, make that loin-nuts!" said Miss Lubner.

"Yes!" Heather agreed, "It will be such fun!"

Each woman used her knife to cut out the warm testicles of her sex partner.
Then each skewered the testicles on a stick and slowly roasted them over the
heat of the men's butane stove. Soon, the mountain oysters were making
crackling noises and turning from bright orange to brown. "Yum yum!" announced
Becky as the women slowly started nibbling the lightly cooked testicles,
savoring the flavors.

"Yes, a delicacy! It is heavenly!" Heather said, smacking her lips.

Miss Lubner let a small piece of testicle rest on her tongue as she closed her
eyes and with a dreamy expression of her face concentrated on the wonderful
flavors and texture.

In a too-short while the women were finished eating. "Well, I hate to be a
party pooper," groaned Miss Lubner, "...but... we have to get these guys
prepared for butchering and remove some prime cuts for our evening meal."

"Miss Lubner," Becky whined, "I'm still horny! It was exciting as hell slitting
a guy's throat as he came, but my pussy still has some unfinished business.
Can't we mess around first?"

Heather nodded agreement, so Miss Lubner said, "I suppose so. I'm still pretty
horny too."

The women pulled the corpses out of the tent and went back in. The pulled their
pants down and formed a cunnilingus triangle with Miss Lubner licking Heather's
pussy, Heather licking Becky's and Becky licking Miss Lubner's. They each
enjoyed sucking warm cum out of each other's cunts and they reached orgasm
after orgasm.


Day 48

Another rescue party was seen approaching the survivors. The girls looked
expectantly at Miss Lubner. "Well..." she spoke slowly and deliberately, "I
guess we might as well accept our fate. They apparently are going to keep
sending people out to rescue us and we can't very well eat all the rescuers."


Day 51

Tina was back in her hometown. She brought back with her a pound of human
jerky. She ate some every now and then on special occasions, washing it down
with a good red wine.

She gradually returned to being the mousy wallflower she had been before the
survival adventure.
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