****** The Club by She. rex ******
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The Club


Kim and Natalie were out having lunch on a Tuesday afternoon. Kim had noticed
that Natalie had seemed a little preoccupied.

"I have to tell you something important Kim," Natalie said to Kim "I joined a
club earlier this year, they are great people and I want you to join with me."

"What kind of club?"

"One where everyone is equal, no distinction between sex and age or race. A
group where I feel like I really belong, but. . . ."

"But what?" Kim asked.

"There are rituals involved in being a member, some people can't handle it."

"What are you talking about, Nat?" she asked.

"We eat human flesh," Natalie responded "The flesh represents our way of
accepting the fact that we are all just animals and animals prey on one
another. We believe that eating a steak or whatever from the supermarket is not
a fair way to eat an animal."

"Why not?" Kim asked.

"Because the cow or pig or whatever is raised only to be a meal for us.
Commercially Butchered animals are no different from plants . . . they grow and
are harvested. I would contend that they are never really alive because they
have nothing too loose. We choose to eat only things that are really alive,
humans." Natalie paused and thought about her next words. "Just think about it
Kim; humans make better meat because we know that there is something 'in the
animal' it had a soul we are responsible for taking it and making its flesh
enjoyable TO US." Natalie sounded passionate and self-assured of what she was
saying.

"I'm in." Kim stated bluntly "I agree with you 100 percent. When can I meet the
leaders? How do I join?"

"You don't have to meet anyone to join. I have already vouched for you. You do
have to do something to show that you are really serious about joining. Think
of it as an initiation."

"What do I have to do?" Kim asked.

"Michael," Natalie responded.

"What about him?" Kim asked "You don't mean what I think you do . . . do you?"

"Yes I do. You have to bring him to the group to be prepared," Natalie said
coldly "Only by giving someone important to you can you be trusted. You need to
sacrifice a part of yourself to be a part of us."

"But Nat, he is a friend. I don't know if I can do this!"

"You can and will Kim. It isn't like I don't know him too but Kim it is the
only way. I can see it in your eyes! You want this."

"Where do I have to bring him and when?" Kim asked.

"We will eat Saturday so you have to bring him to 5418 Harvest Point tomorrow,
Thursday at the latest."

"Harvest Point?" Kim exclaimed "Very ritzy area."

"It's our leader's home. What do you say Kim? I need to tell them if we are a
go for Saturday."

"Ok. I'll do it. Now how do you think I can get him there?" Kim asked.

"Tell him you are thinking of buying the place and need him to check the
foundation or something. When he gets there, we will give him a sedative that
will put him out for hours. He'll wake up in the basement where he will be safe
until we need him."

"What do you mean Nat, don't we just kill him and put his body in the freezer
or something? We keep him alive? I think we should kill him quickly, then he
won't suffer."

"Kim, we can't. He has to be clean inside and out before butchering that means
no food and lots of water. . We don't kill him until Saturday morning." Natalie
sounded like she knew that she was talking about.

"O.K. I'll do it," responded Kim, confident of what she must do.

Getting Michael to the house went off without a hitch. He went happily looked
at the foundation, the paint, and the plumbing. After the tour was over, he
agreed to have coffee with Kim and the owner. "What is in that locked area in
the basement?" Michael asked.

"We are avid hunters," responded the woman who had shown them the house, "It is
a storage room."

"So, how is the coffee coming? I think I should get going soon." Kim couldn't
take it any more she just wanted to have the drink and then go home.

Driving home Kim had second thoughts. She cried when she got home. Could she
have been wrong about giving Michael to the Club? "Am I some kind of psycho?"
she thought to herself, "I don't feel crazy, just nerves. It must just be
nerves. Besides it's way to late now."

Kim went to work on Thursday and Friday, each day was unbearably long. Kim
could not believe it but she was exited about Saturday and the experience that
awaited her, she wondered what his meat would taste like.

Friday evening came and Kim had not been contacted about Saturday. "What the
hell is going on?" She thought, "Have I been used? No way Nat could do that to
me."

The phone rang at 8:00 PM. It was Natalie. "Kim we need you to be at the house
at 7:00 AM to help. We have twenty guests coming and could use all of the help
we can get."

"I'll be there Nat see you in the morning, bye," she hung the phone up. Kim
went to bed at 10:00 but didn't sleep much. Saturday couldn't come soon enough.

Kim arrived at the house at seven A.M. sharp. Natalie was at the door to greet
her. "Good morning are you ready to get cracking? We have much work to do if we
are going to get the meal ready for the guests by 6:00 tonight. That means we
have to have the meat ready by one or two o'clock."

"Really?" Kim was stunned "I am going to be butchering Michael . . . with you?"

"You sound exited!" Natalie was very surprised.

"I am. Is he dead yet?"

"NO! I told you already that we would kill him this morning. We want him as
fresh as possible."

"Well then how do we do it?"

"After you tell him what is going on we will drug and hang him."

"I don't want to tell him, you tell him."

"You have to tell him. It is part of the deal." Natalie grabs Kim by the arm
and leads her outside. "Listen. Kim he doesn't have to agree, or be exited
about being a meal. You already agreed for him -- he is irrelevant! This will
be for you, not him. After you have told Michael that you gave his body to our
Club . . . to be eaten, it will make any future dinner parties really easy.
Eventually you will eat human flesh as easily as you eat an apple. Do you
understand?" Natalie looked sternly at Kim. "Do you understand? Believe it or
not this is going to be a lot of fun."

"All right," Kim replied "this is going to feel weird but lets go."

The basement was dark and cold Kim felt very weird going downstairs with a
Styrofoam cup of drugged orange juice. Her task was to tell her friend that he
was not a person anymore, and that she did this to him.

"Everything will be fine Kim, you are making too big a deal out of this. He is
meat now, not a person. Take a deep breath and let's go in."

Kim and Natalie opened the door. The sight that awaited Kim was not what she
expected. Michael was sitting on the floor of the room that only contained a
toilet and a sink. He had a collar around his neck, the collar had a chain
attached to it that led to the wall. He could only reach the sink to drink and
to toilet to go to the washroom. Kim had not expected him to be naked, she
could not help but look at his nude body, he was in incredible physical
condition. In particular his cock and balls they bigger than she thought they
would be. Her eyes focused on is penis, she thought it looked like it was about
9 inches long. Kim tried to look him in the eyes but she found it hard to take
her eyes off his naked body.

"Kim! Natalie!" Michael sounded afraid but strangely relieved "what is going on
here? What is happening?"

"Michael, I have to tell you something, please let me talk and then you can ask
me any questions you have. I did this to you Michael and I need to tell you
what is going to happen to you. Natalie and I are members of a club, a very
special club. Before I can be a full-fledged member, I had to make an offering.
You are my offering Michael. Today Natalie and are going to prepare you . . .
for a dinner party."

"Is this some kind of joke?" Michael asked "why am I chained in this basement
and why has all of my body hair been shaved off? Is this some kind of joke, a
frat thing?"

"I didn't realise you could be this stupid Michael. This is not a joke and I
don't think you understand what is going on here, you are not here to have
dinner Michael." She paused for a moment took a deep breath and continued.
"Michael you are here AS dinner. Do you understand now?"

"How can you do this to me, why are you doing this to me? I thought I was your
friend."

"I know you don't want this to happen and if there were any other way.. . " She
said remorsefully, "I really need to do this. I want to be in this group. The
only way to join is to offer someone to the Club." She placed her hand on his
leg and still could not stop glancing at his groin. Deep inside she wanted to
touch him, but felt uncomfortable doing so. "I know that we were very close
once and you don't want to hear this but: I need your body more than I need
your friendship. Your body is the most important thing in the world to me right
now Michael your life isn't. I hope you can forgive me." Kim had tears in her
eyes. She felt terrible.

"Kim take it easy, you are getting to worked up." Natalie said to Kim in a
stern voice. "He isn't your friend anymore, you don't need him to give your
permission. I am not sorry at all, when I look at him I see an animal, the only
difference is this kind of animal UNDERSTANDS what is going to happen to it."

Kim paused to compose herself.

"Natalie is right, you have no say in this Michael. I have decided. Make it
easier on yourself by drinking this." Kim handed the cup to him. He didn't take
it. "It's orange juice, with a sedative in it. You won't feel a thing, you will
just fall asleep and it will be over. Drink it please, your day, I mean your
life is almost over but mine is just getting started." She handed the cup to
him again, this time he took the cup, drank it in one gulp and gave it back to
her.

"Let's go Nat."

As the women left the room Kim looked at Natalie and said, "He took it better
than I would have thought. I think I did a good job but, to be honest, I can't
wait to get started. There shouldn't be any problems."

"If you are honest when you tell them, it usually goes well. Come on lets take
a break."

The two had coffee with the women who were going to cook the meat and prepare
the rest of the meal. The Club ladies were very friendly and hospitable. Kim
felt a sense of belonging which she had never felt.

During the break Natalie gave Kim a tour of the mansion. Natalie took her
upstairs to a room on the third floor. Club members lined the room with perhaps
twenty or twenty-five skulls. The skulls were set in racks, in the racks with
the skulls were mummified genitalia. "Are we going to put Michael and his . . .
stuff in here?" she asked. "Of course we are Kim," Natalie replied, "this is
our Trophy Room. Think of these as moose heads or bear skins."

"Why do only some skulls have preserved genitals with them?" Kim asked.

"We don't keep insignificant Trophies in here, only about half the animals get
to be put in here. Think about it; women don't leave much to mummify that would
be identifiable Kim, just their skulls." Natalie responded. "Men are bigger and
have more meat so about 90 percent of our meals are male. Come on lets get to
work. We have to take our clothes off first."

"Why do we have to do that?" Kim Asked.

"A couple of reasons Kim. First of all, did you bring a change of clothes?"

"No," Kim replied.

"Ok, so what were you planning to wear to the dinner? You will probably get
blood on your clothes." Nat replied "and second of all it's the way we do it
here, you don't have to be embarrassed. Everyone has been right where you are
now. If you want I'll strip first."

Natalie proceeded to take her clothes off. First her white silk blouse, then
her black skirt, she wasn't wearing any panties, but had on a black garter
belt, which she took off, first then peeled off her left stocking, then the
right. Natalie took off her white lace bra last. Natalie now stood before Kim,
completely nude.

Kim was amazed at how beautiful Natalie was. Her body has virtually no fat on
it ( due to her intensive workout schedule ) her perfectly flat stomach had
muscle definition that would make any woman envious or any man uncontrollably
aroused. Natalie's tan was even all over her entire body she had no tan lines.
Her long, straight, thick blonde hair hangs loosely about her firm breasts, Kim
looks down the length of Natalie's body her legs are long and toned, they lead
up to a thick patch or thick neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair. Natalie looked
like a statue. Kim could not help but admire her friend.

"Nat, I knew you have been working out but I had no idea. You almost look
better naked than you do dressed." Kim exclaimed as she continues to gaze at
Natalie's beautiful naked body.

"Ok Kim your turn." Natalie said

Kim took off her black slacks, then her burgundy silk blouse. She had on a red
lack bra and panties. She took off her bra slowly, then slipped out of her
panties. Kim was blushing. Kim was feeling intimidated standing nude in front
of Natalie, she did not think she looked good next to the tall, tanned blonde.

Though she was not as statuesque as Natalie Kim was never the less a true
beauty: her shoulder length auburn hair was smooth and shiny, her fair skin was
smooth and soft, her breasts were perfectly round with hard pink nipples.
Natalie gazed at Kim's body she found herself staring at Kim's thick black
pubic hair, which was trimmed into a heart shape. Natalie though to herself
that Kim was the epitome of the "Girl next door."

"You look great," Natalie said to the blushing beauty standing before her,
Natalie was getting aroused staring at her friends smooth white skin, and hard
pink nipples. "Let's go downstairs."

Eight o'clock: time to get to work. When the ladies entered the room, Michael
was passed out on the floor by the sink.

"We have to clean him up. Get the scrub brushes and disinfectant soap from
under the sink." Natalie said to Kim. Natalie took a brush and began to scrub
the unconscious body. Washing Michael took about ten minutes. After he was
sufficiently clean Kim and Natalie lifted Michael's limp body into a
wheelbarrow and wheeled it over to the crossbeam they would use to hang him.

"How do we get him up there Nat?"

"Put the ropes around his neck, and then we pull him up with the pulleys up
there." Natalie explained.

"Do we have to kill him or can we just hang him for long enough to just make
sure he doesn't wake up?"

"Sorry Kim, we have to kill him. This isn't a torture chamber." Natalie was
astonished at how much Kim was enjoying her work.

"You are acting like most of the members do when they are slaughtering someone
they don't know! You have gotten over your apprehension very quickly. I knew
you were strong enough to be a member." Natalie exclaimed as she lifted
Michael's head and put the rope around his neck.

"OK Kim pull!"

As Natalie began to pull on her rope Kim found herself staring at Natalie's
toned body as it pulled on the rope. Natalie's stomach hardened, her shoulders
were rippling, the muscles of her chest and legs were perfectly shaped. Kim
thought that Natalie looked like a cross of Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2 and
Pamela Lee.

When they had pulled Michael up all of the way, Natalie tied off her rope and
told Kim to do likewise. Since Michael was drugged, his struggles were
practically nonexistent, just some twitching and gurgling sounds. In a few
minutes Michael stopped moving his eyes opened, he looked as though he was
gazing straight ahead but Kim knew he was dead.

"There that's better." Natalie said as she walked over to the body hanging in
front of her. She motioned to his groin.

"Old Mikey here had a nice cock," Natalie said bluntly as she held it in her
hand "what colour was his pubic hair?"

"Red," Kim responded.

"You don't say, a real redhead eh?'" Natalie exclaims as she lifts his penis to
get a good look at his balls "good-looking balls to, very big." She said as she
rolled each testicle around between her thumb and index finger. "These are
going to be the envy of the Trophy Room. You know something Kim, these will be
around long after he is sandwich meat and a memory."

Natalie then turned to Kim and said "Come over here and feel these Kim it's
fun. They're still warm and they won't bite you, but you can bite them if you
would like to!" Natalie said jokingly as she grabbed Michael's hips and took
his cock between her front teeth and stretched it out about ten inches. Natalie
opened her mouth, the cock snapped back and bounced around a few times before
it stopped moving. "Lighten up Kim, he doesn't feel pain anymore. Think about
it, these are yours now!"

Kim approached and raised her hand up to Michael's privates no wait . . . her
Trophies. She stroked them sheepishly at first, then she closed her eyes and
fondled them like a girl would a new toy. Kim massaged the penis and rolled the
testicles around in her hand. Natalie could tell that she was enjoying what she
was doing.

"See, what did I tell you?" Natalie said to Kim.

"You are right Nat I feel . . . powerful." Kim said as she continued to fondle
her prizes "I am holding these, and they are mine. I have never felt like this
before! I don't know how I lived before today, I feel alive and these are
symbols of my new life." Kim held her prize by the shaft and kissed its head.
"They really are Trophies."

"What do we do now?" Kim asked.

"We cut it down and rehang it by the ankles. That way when we cut the blood
will flow into that storm drain over there. It also makes it easier to skin."
Natalie motioned over to a drain in the floor.

The women cut the body down and tied the ropes around it's ankles. Together
they hoisted him up one leg at a time until his knees were at eye level. After
they had the body hoisted and secured, they slit the throat to let the blood
drain out. "This is called the 'Gein Configuration' Kim, after the guy from the
Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies," Natalie said matter-of-factly. The women went
upstairs and had a break while the blood drained out of the body. After half of
an hour they want back downstairs.

"We need to cut the head off now Kim. Watch me, I will show you how it's done."
Natalie took a large butcher knife and began to slice into the throat. When
Natalie felt the bone she grabbed the head by its ears and twisted it to the
left. Natalie kept on twisting until the head broke off with a sharp cracking
sound.

"Here Kim take this." Natalie handed her the head "put it on the table over
there, we will clean it up later."

Kim looked at the head. Holding Michael's head in her hands was strange. He was
definitely gone now. Kim felt a weight lift off her shoulders, now. She could
focus on the task at hand. Kim put the head on the table and turned back to
Natalie.

"What now?" she asked.

"The best part! Here you do the honours." Natalie offered Kim a scalpel.

"What do you mean honours?" Kim asked.

"You need to cut off the cock and balls now. Just be careful not to damage
them, remember you need them to look good for the Trophy Room."

Kim made an incision in between the ass and the scrotum. She cut in a circle
until she had scored a ring around the penis and scrotum. Kim then took a
larger knife and sliced horizontally with her left hand, holding her prizes as
best she could with her right hand. She was cutting when her right-hand pulled
free of the body. She had done it! Kim had Michaels cock and balls in her hand
and they were free of Michaels body, they were her Trophies! Kim turned to
Natalie and said: "Nat look at this! Isn't this the coolest thing ever? I can't
believe how amazing this is! Is there anyway I can keep them for myself? I mean
they are mine."

"Sorry Kim, they are your Trophies but we all want to admire them. "Especially
since these are nicer than most. I know how proud a woman can be to her first
Trophy Penis, I still remember mine." Natalie said fondly "We keep them in the
Trophy Room for a year or so, until they are replaced by newer ones. Then they
go into that basement storage room you probably saw on the way down. They
aren't going anywhere." Natalie held her hand out palm up, Kim gave her prizes
to Natalie. "Heavy suckers aren't they?" Natalie exclaimed as she squeezed the
testicles out of the scrotum and placed Kim's treasures next to the head. "Lets
get to work Kim up until now it has been fun now the work begins."

Together the two women skinned the body, gutted it and removed the hands and
feet. Kim was amazed at how little the body looked like Michael without its
head or stuff. It was easy. The body was then sectioned it into workable cuts
of meat: Ribs, rump roasts, tenderloin, thigh steaks and calf roasts. Kim was
amazed at just how much of the body couldn't be used for the meal. Meat that
was not usable was ground into sausage meat and mixed with spices. The
intestines were used to make sausages. These sausages were Kim's to keep on one
condition: no one who was not a club member could eat them they were Kim and
Kim's alone. There was no problem with this however; no way would she share her
prize with anyone even if The Club permitted her to do so.

The head was skinned and defleshed. The brain had to be mashed into a pulp and
rinsed out the nasal opening with water, it came out in large gray clumps. Kim
found this rather distasteful. The skull was then placed in a pot of boiling
bleach solution to get rid of all the remaining tissue. Natalie told Kim that
the head would take a few days to boil clean and that they would come back
during the week. The penis and scrotum sack now had to be prepared for their
new resting place in the trophy Room.

"You have do this really well Kim. Penis Trophies say a lot about the person
who makes them." Natalie told Kim.

"How do I do it?" Kim asked.

"First pick up the stuff and wash it out really well. Then you put two fake
balls inside the scrotum, without them the trophy is worthless. Trophies need
their jewels you know. We can't use the real ones because they don't dry out
properly so we will use some of the stainless steel ones we have made up. They
are in the box under the sink. Just take two out and use them instead of the
real ones."

Kim reaches into the box and takes two football-shaped stainless steel balls
out and puts then in the front pocket of her apron.

Kim takes the penis and scrotum to the sink and washes them out with warm water
she pats them dry and brings them back to the table.

"I forgot we have to put a splint in there or it will shrink up to nothing. You
see those wood splints over there? Pick one you like and push it inside the
shaft that way it will look like it did in life. If I were you I'd pick one
that is a little bigger than it really was just don't go overboard. Don't worry
to much about the cock tearing, they stretch quite a bit. It helps to do it in
very warm water."

"Good thing you remembered that, I was thinking this might shrivel up a lot."
Kim said as she selected a curved splint that was about nine inches long. "Good
choice," Natalie said. Kim walked over to the sink filled it with very warm
water and proceeded to stretch the cock around the wooden splint, it went on
quickly and easily.

Once the splint was in place Kim took a moment to check her work. Content she
couldn't do any better she put the metal testicles into the scrotum and
proceeded to sew it shut.

" What do we do with the real balls Nat?" Kim asked.

"Afternoon snack Kim, here take one." Nat popped one of Michael's testicles in
her mouth and began to chew. "I just love these, if you don't want to eat
yours..."

"No Nat, I want mine." Kim looks at the testicle for a moment and then puts it
into her mouth and starts to chew, "not bad . . . kind of salty . . . yeah I
like it."

"Savour it Kim, you don't get these very often."

"You know Nat I don't think my mom had this in mind when she taught me how to
sew . . . do you?" she said jokingly, motioning to the task at hand.

"Probably not!" Natalie laughed back at her." Are you just about done?"

"I'm finished."

"Good job Kim now, we just have to put them into the dehumidifier and they will
be ready to be lacquered Monday. You should use a high gloss latex, it lasts
the longest and you can reapply it when you feel it needs it," Natalie said,
she then thought for a moment. "Hey, why don't we finish the skull then to? You
can bring some of those sausages and we can make dinner here."

"Ok, we can meet here at 5:30." Kim sounded exited.

"Perfect, but now we have to clean this area up."

As they were finishing their clean up Kim looked at the pile of bones and
organs in the wheelbarrow and asked "what do we do with all the bones and stuff
Nat?"

'The men pound the bones into pulp and then put them and all of the internal
organs into the composter out back to make fertilizer. Vanessa, who will be
here later takes the skin home and tans it, it makes great leather. Nothing
gets wasted, out of respect to the environment." Natalie said. "How can I get
some leather?" Kim asked. "You will get all of it Kim, just tell her what you
want it made into and you should get your stuff in about a month." Natalie
replied. "I can get anything I want 'eh. I wish you would have told me about
this earlier." "There is plenty of time to decide what leather goods you want
to have made Kim. Come on Kim we have to get the meat upstairs and get cleaned
up and dressed for dinner now. You can get to know some other club members."
Natalie said as she picked up a tray of roasts and headed for the stairs.

Dinner was wonderful Kim had barbecued ribs with a rice pilaf and spinach
salad. After dinner Nat stood up and said "Kimberly we thank you for the gift
you have brought us. We all love you and welcome you into the Club." All of the
guests gave Kim a round of applause. Kim looked at the Club Members. The club
members were mostly women only three men, she would later learn that the men
had only minor roles in the Club and were eaten if no suitable subject could be
found elsewhere. So much for the 'all members are equal' stuff Nat had told
her. Kim found this form of discrimination made her feel good.

The party wound up at 11:00 PM there was very little left. Everyone loved the
meat, and personally thanked Kim for bringing such a great meal to the Club.

Monday came, Kim and Natalie met at the front doors of the house.

"Ready to get started Nat?" Kim asked

"You bet lets go downstairs." Natalie replied.

The women first attended to the skull. They had turned the heat off and took
the skull out of the bleach solution before they left on Saturday. The meat and
other tissue was off of the skull it was ready to be finished Natalie had
brought a flat clear lacquer to spray it with, the lacquer prevented the skull
from getting dirty when people picked it up to see it up close. The lacquered
skull was placed in an oven and baked until the lacquer had set. The finished
skull was a beautiful white colour, not as all shiny, it looked almost like it
was made of plastic, there was no discolouration.

"I really like the teeth on this one Kim, they are white and even better they
aren't broken. I think you really lucked out when you agreed to bring Michael
in on this Kim. He tasted great and is likely to be one of the best trophy sets
ever. I really envy you. You know I was going to use Michael two years ago but
thought, "He might not be very good... was I ever wrong." Natalie shook her
head. "Oh well, that is the way it goes!"

"Ok Nat, lets finish the rest of my Trophies."

Kim took the lid off of the dehydrator. Kim looks at the brand name on the
machine: "Ronco, the guy who invented this thing ought to see what we are using
it for, beats the hell out of strawberries."

The penis and scrotum were a little darker than they were when they were first
placed in the dehydrator but still looked as good. Kim took them and hanged
them from a thread. She then took her spray lacquer and proceeded to give them
a even coat of lacquer. The second and third coats were a high gloss sealer
that Kim had decided would make her Trophies stand out in the Trophy room.
After the third coat was finished the women went upstairs to have dinner.

Several of the Club ladies were there that evening they had dinner together and
talked about going to a play on the weekend. The group decided that they would
indeed go out on the town Saturday...not exactly the kind of subversive
conversation one would expect from a group of cannibals.

After dinner Kim and Natalie went downstairs to get Kim's Trophies. When the
two emerged from the basement all of the women wanted to see what they looked
like when they were prepared. For the most part the women ignored the Skull,
occasionally commenting on the nice colour, or the quality of the teeth. The
women were most interested in the Trophy penis.

"They look better than they did when they were still alive." said Nicole one of
the older group members. "I really think that a woman has to prepare a set of
these for them to look their best."

Tina, a fairly new group member commented on how good the high gloss lacquer
looked. Tina was a lesbian so her first offering was a woman, she was feeling
left out of the group since she had never prepared a Trophy Penis. She decided
then and there to find a male to bring to the club.

"I wish I would have done that," Mimi commented after noticing that Kim had
used a curved splint in the trophy. " Next time I think I will."

The women had coffee while they handed Kim's Trophies around for everyone to
admire. Most of the Club Members left at about 11:00 PM.

Kim and Natalie then went upstairs to the Trophy Room and looked for the oldest
set in the racks.

"Right here Kimmy!" Natalie said. "They go right here,"

Nat took the old set down from the rack. "I think these are Karen's." she said,
"Karen really messed up the drying on this Trophy. I will be glad to see yours
here instead of these eye sores."

Kim took Her Skull Trophy and placed it on the shelf and then placed the Trophy
Penis on the small rack. Kim carefully made sure it was not crooked. The two
then took a moment to admire Kim's display and took the old set and went
downstairs.

The room where the old trophies were kept was cool and very dry (to prevent
mildew) Kim was shocked when she saw the hundreds of sets in the room.

"How do we manage to get so many guys Nat?" Kim asked. "And who were they?"

"Well Kim, the police chief is one of our charter members, so she helps and the
Trophy room and this storage room can be hidden from outsiders by putting a
false wall in front of the doors." Natalie replied. "We have done thousands of
guy's and hundreds of women over the course of the Club's existence; we won't
get caught."

Natalie picked up a small knife from a shelf to the left of her and used it to
slice the old trophy open from top to bottom. "We reuse the balls and splints.
Stainless steel balls aren't cheap and carving the splints takes time."

"As for who they were, who cares?" Natalie says as she nonchalantly tosses the
now ruined trophy into an open wooden crate. "The only one you will remember is
your first because its kind of personal. No one aside from you cared about
Michael, he won't be remembered be anyone but us in a few months. The trophies
are reminders of what you did for the Club, but you will learn not to get
attached to your trophies in a few years."

"We should get going now Nat, it's late and I have to work in the morning. Let
me know what we are going to do this weekend,"

The two parted ways and went home.

One year later Kim received a call from Natalie who informed her of the weekly
dinner. She had probably been to fifty dinners in the past year. She had even
helped to initiate a few new members. Every time she helped a new initiate
(there were very few) she remembered how she was at her first slaughter.
Butchering now it was old news to her no different from skinning an apple. Kim
went to the house at 6:00, they were eating a woman tonight, too bad because
there is never enough meat on a female. After she said hello to everyone, Kim
went to the Trophy Room. This had become a ritual for her.

Her Trophies were where they should be she picked up the Trophy Penis she had
prepared. Kim noticed it was getting tattered, especially around the head. All
of the women in the club liked Kim's Trophies more than the others. In a couple
of weeks or so there won't be room for her prizes in the Trophy Room. She
picked up a new Trophy and compared the two. "New ones have better colour and
are shinier, but mine is still the best," she whispered to herself self
assuredly. Kim remembered that Natalie had said the trophies would be around
after Michael was sandwich meat she smiled and thought, "You were right Nat."
She put them down. Kim picked up the skull, she looked into its now empty eyes,
smiled and quietly said "Thank you Michael, thank you for the happiness your
body has granted me . . . and for making a great sandwich."

"Kimberly, dinner is ready!" A voice called out to her.

"I'll be right there, just a minute." Kim glanced at Her First Trophies for
what was to be one of the last times. Kimberly turned the lights off, pulled
her custom-made purse over her shoulder and joined her fellow members of The
Club.

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