****** The Feast by R/Dave ******
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The Feast


They had found her at the pet shop; a small black kitten with green eyes and
short fur. The youngest child had begged and pleaded so desperately, that her
Mother had finally conceded to get the little animal just to avoid further
embarrassment. The family's reception was guarded but warm, and the little
kitten settled in almost immediately, accepting the members of the family with
playful curiosity. But she knew her place was with Trish, the youngest member
of the household, and promptly set up her homestead on the covered bed. Years
went by, and as the family grew, the cute little kitten grew into a beautiful
animal that was envied by most everyone who happened across her. From time to
time she would bring home a shrew or a bird; but most of her time was spent in
peaceful coexistence with the family that had grown to love her; a constant
companion to them when they were home.

Located in the central part of the upper middle class residential area south of
the city, the family comprised of two brothers, Bill and Bob who were just
approaching their puberty even though they were separated by over two years;
Tricia, the youngest and most demanding; Martha, an almost perfect image of a
modern day Mom with both a firm grip on the household and her part time job at
the clinic, and Ben, the strong and compassionate Father who always seemed to
have the right words to say even when he worked late for the highly successful
law firm he'd help to create. The lived in harmony, and there was a seldom a
whisper of either infidelity or disparity between themselves and those who knew
them.

Perhaps that is why, on one particularly warm Friday, when Martha was readying
the laundry despite the nagging interruptions of Trish as she readied her
costume for the school play, the their little world began to fall apart. In
Ben's work trousers she encountered a small business card crumpled up with some
change. On the back was the name Robin and a phone number written in feminine
handwriting, but on the front was the name of a massage parlor with an address
just a few blocks from where she worked. At first she just dropped the card
into the trash, but when the cat jumped down from its roost on water heater and
sniffed it twice before pulling it from basket, Martha became suspicious.
Patting her feline companion on the head, she sniffed the card and, yes, there
was a definite odor to it; not unlike that of her own pajamas after sex with
Ben.

Confounded, Martha stepped away from the machine with the card in her hand, and
sat down on an old wooden chair next to the dryer. She had always assumed that
she and Ben had an open relationship based on honesty and communication. Their
sex lives were OK, nothing spectacular, but she had always tried to accommodate
him when he desired her, and had never shown any real interest in another woman
to her knowledge. Had she been blind, or was she just getting lazy? She paused
to reflect on their last encounter just two nights earlier. Now Ben wasn't all
that well endowed, Martha had known a few men before she met Ben at college,
and they were somewhat larger although less considerate than Ben was, and
perhaps that was one of the main reasons she married him. True Ben had proven
to be a more than adequate provider for her and the children. But there were
times when she longed for the embrace of another, if only for the experience.

Dismissing her frigidity, Martha slumped, depressed and hurt by what appeared
to be a flaw in their otherwise "perfect" relationship. She thought of some of
her friends that had experienced infidelity and how it had changed their
relationships with their husbands, but this was different - in the other
relationships she had always found as much fault with the woman as her cheating
partner; but with her relationship with Ben, she couldn't possible imagine how
she could have failed. Tears began to form in her eyes, and that is when she
saw, through a blur, the black cat staring at her with those big green eyes. As
she peered deeper into those mystical eyes for the first time, she almost felt
as if she could see the universe, alive and growing, and she could hear the
voices of eternity and beyond reach into her shaken psyche, touching her soul
and opening her eyes to the realities which she was facing.

Suddenly, a feeling of warmth and calm over took her spirit and she rose from
the creaking chair and broke her gaze with her feline companion to watch her
daughter playing with the kids next door. The cat jumped down and rubbed its
fur between her legs several times before wandering from the laundry room back
to bed in Trish's room. Martha felt relieved and knew what she must do.

Collecting her thoughts, she returned to her laundry and hummed a sonata that
she always listened to when she was about to embark on a new project. Later,
she went into the kitchen to prepare one of her family's favorite meals after
calling her work and asking for a vacation day - after all it was Friday, and a
three day weekend would be nice for a change. As the chicken was baking, she
wandered down into the basement and rummaged through the mountain of sports
equipment the boys and their Dad always had in the corner with the camping
equipment they never used. She pulled out the 60# pound fishing line and went
into the kitchen where she threw it into the drawer when all the leftover
whatzits were stored before returning to her simmering dinner to sprinkle it
with the sleeping pills she had pulverized earlier with the rolling pin.

The boys arrived first with tales of conquests soon followed by Trish and her
impetuous observations. They laughed and jostled for a few glorious moments
around the newly baked dish of cookies and pitcher of ice cold milk before
disappearing into their private worlds of Nintendo and cartoons. Ben arrived a
short time later, tired yet warmly responsive, and soon they were all gathered
about the evening table, enjoying the warm casserole and conversation. Martha
avoided the casserole in favor of the tossed green salad, and watched her wards
slowly lose their appetites, and excuse themselves for a misunderstood nap.
After clearing the table, she carefully monitored her family; Ben, sound asleep
on the sofa, the boys asleep on their stomachs with the game controllers still
in their hands, and Trish face first on the down comforter, snoring loudly.
Upon seeing Martha, the cat jumped from the bedspread and, once again captured
her gaze. For several long moments they stared at each other before Martha
slowly turned and walked into the kitchen to retrieve the fishing line she had
stashed earlier.

Without ceremony, she strolled over to Ben's prone form and deftly unfastened
his pants. Then with some effort and an expression she only used during her
workouts, she pulled his pants and underwear free and forced them under his
butt. Sitting back for a moment she gazed at his groin, and memories of their
past encounters, both fulfilling and otherwise flooded her thoughts. Dismissing
them abruptly with a shake of her head, she wrapped the fine line around the
base of his genitals carefully, moving the flaccid shaft of his manhood aside
gently to insure its correct placement against his abdomen. The cat jumped up
onto the back of the couch so her tail drooped across his nose, tickling it and
finally awakening him from his slumbers. Ben looked into the eyes of his wife
as she smiled at him, and then down at his exposed pride just as she pulled the
transparent lines together firmly.

Martha watched the peaceful expression on her husband's face change from that
of serenity to horror and finally to agony as the slender cords sliced through
the tender flesh, severing blood vessels and nerves with emotionless
indifference. His manhood had just begun to inflate when he awoke, and now the
surging blood erupted violently from his abdomen and flowed across his
trembling thighs and down onto his pants. As the last few threads of spongy
flesh were sliced free and his deflated and strangely bluish manhood slid onto
the floor, Ben tried to rise on his elbows as he muttered a meaningless phrase,
and fell back as he lost his final contact with reality. Martha remained frozen
for several long minutes, watching his life ebb while pondering the finality of
death. The cat stepped over the corpse and jumped down on the floor to retrieve
the dismembered flesh consuming it quickly while reserving the two almond
shaped gonads until last. As the last testicle popped in her feline fangs
spilling its creamy contents on the dark colored carpet she fixed her gaze once
again on her host.

Evening was setting in and Martha flipped on the lamp next to the couch before
arising to follow her furry companion up to the boys' room. Both were so
peaceful, so unsuspecting she thought as she paused to examine their maturing
faces and prone bodies. They would never have the opportunity to be unfaithful
she thought as she slowly began to disrobe them - they had the same genes as
their Father and never could be trusted. As she methodically removed their
shorts, she gazed lovingly at their youthful genitals, just beginning to sprout
the first strands of fine blond pubic hair, and suddenly became aware of how
aroused she had become. Gently easing their bodies side-by-side on the bed, she
once again encircled their budding masculinity with the fishing line. Taking
the flaccid man meat into her hands, she slowly began to caress their small
glans simultaneously, watching the virgin flesh begin to swell from the
maternal manipulation.

Too heavily drugged to be fully aware of the stimulation they were receiving,
they both began to groan as their awareness became focused on the aroused flesh
between their legs. Their little ball sacks pulled tight, forcing the two
little testes into their abdomen as their glans swelled to their fullness.
Martha smiled to herself as she first pulled one noose tightly then the other,
sending her two victims into contortions of agony as their youthful blood
sprayed high into the air, and their prostrates tried to yield the last of
their life giving cream. A few agonizing screams escaped their lips as their
eyes opened wide in terror and the desperately grasped the air where their
developing manhood had, until recently, resided. Within a few brief moments
they collapsed into lifeless memories, and, once again, their small fanged
companion leapt onto the bed and gave Martha a cold gaze before devouring the
wilted remnants of masculinity. Martha drew a heavy sigh, then rose from the
bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

As if by cue, the doorbell rang, and Martha calmly walked over to the heavy oak
entrance, opening it to gaze upon the beautiful face of a young woman. Although
clad in a tight mini, she had an air of innocence as her smile covered her
face.

"Hi," she exclaimed as she extended her hand warmly, "My name is Robin and I'm
looking for Ben - I think he is your husband. He came in the other day and
arranged for me to give you a massage."

Martha went into shock.

"He said that you had mentioned how you would love a full massage and how he
was so clumsy when it comes to such things," she continued as she pushed past
Martha and into the warmly lit living room. "I tried to convince him that I
could do a much better job at the clinic, but he didn't think that you
would..." It was then she spied the mutilated remains of her contractor on the
couch. "What the..." Robin stumbled backwards a few steps then turned to face
Martha - "What have you done?"

Panicked, Martha swung at the nose of her young inquisitor, but Robin was way
too fast and dodged the sluggish attempt, returning one of her own that landed
firmly on her attacker's jaw. Martha's eyes rolled backwards into her head and
she crumpled to the floor, hitting her head on the edge of the coffee table on
her way down. Gasping for breath, Robin tried to clear her head as she dialed
911. The ensuing investigation was brief and pointed, and all too soon, she was
left to her thoughts as the coroner interrupted the interview with some
questions of his own. During the entire evolution, the family cat had seemed to
take an unnatural liking to Robin who had always wanted one of the furry little
companions. Fearing the animal may have suffered from some form of trauma, she
requested and was given custody of the animal, that everyone assumed was
pregnant by the size of its belly.

end

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