Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/5232293.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Lots_of_'em_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Uzumaki_Naruko, Uzumaki_Kushina, Yamanaka_Ino, Tsunade_(Naruto), Shizune_
      (Naruto), Temari_(Naruto), Tenten_(Naruto), Haruno_Sakura, Hyuuga_Hinata
  Additional Tags:
      Dolcett_-_Freeform, Cannibalism, Cannibalistic_Thoughts, Snuff,
      Masochism, Gallows_Humor, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Rape_Fantasy,
      Vore, Guro, Don't_Try_This_At_Home, Apparently_this_Cannibal_Kunoichi
      Thing_Has_Now_Become_A_Non-Sequential_Series, Morbid, This_Is_Not_For
      Those_With_Weak_Stomachs, Not_Safe_For_Anyone, Anywhere, Ever_-_Freeform,
      I_Am_Twisted_As_Hell
  Series:
      Part 2 of Cannibal_Kunoichi
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-17 Words: 8174
****** Cannibal Kunoichi Barbecue ******
by EvilFuzzy9
Summary
     Nine beautiful kunoichi go on vacation to a remote, tropical island.
     Only three survive. A tale of desperation, self-discovery, betrayal,
     and dolcett. But mostly dolcett.
     [spiritual sequel to Cannibal Kunoichi Ramen, as if that couldn't be
     any more obvious]
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
I suppose that starting my account of our trip by remarking on the gorgeous
weather there would be a touch cliché, but don't things become clichés in the
first place because they're effective? Maybe it's cheap, but people wouldn't
use them so much if they didn't have something to them.
So I'll tell you up front that the destination of our vacation was a wonderful
place, a gorgeous seaside resort like nothing else I've ever seen. The sand was
white, and the water was blue, and the hills were green and full of life. Not
once during our sojourn did we suffer from storms or bad weather.
There were hardly any guys around to appreciate our bods, let alone ones cute
enough to warrant hitting on, but that was also nice in its own way. It was
pretty much just us girls unwinding and having fun.
So much fun...
In hindsight, everything seems like it was uncannily perfect. They never even
bothered to check our IDs when we went to buy alcohol. Everyone was just so
nice and friendly, but not too friendly.
You know?
Honestly, I have no idea how the nine of us even wound up vacationing there in
the first place. It was such a spur of the moment thing... Sakura showed me
this brochure, Naruko threw my stuff into a suitcase, and the next thing I knew
we were a hundred miles away from home drinking fruity cocktails and walking
around in tiny bikinis. It was crazy and impulsive and irresponsible, even if
there were adults with us, and we totally shouldn't have done it.
I sincerely wish we hadn't done it.
You have a pretty good idea of why, though, don't you? Me and two others. We
were the only survivors. Only a third of us made it back home.
They haven't told you why, have they? Not the truth, at least. I'm sure that
whatever they told you, they painted a very sad, tragic picture. Did they say
there was an accident? Or maybe they claimed we were attacked? Whatever the
story, they've probably convinced you that we were the victims.
I don't blame them for that. Any normal person would want to pretend it was all
an unavoidable tragedy, that they had no power to prevent it, and no hand in
causing it. But we aren't normal people, and I can't pretend like I didn't have
a choice.
Like I didn't make my decision.
===============================================================================
"There's no way our bill is thishigh," Tenten muttered, looking at the listed
fees on the piece of paper in her hand and doing some quick mental arithmetic.
"What kind of bullshit surcharges are these?"
She sat at the foot of the bed in her, Temari, and Ino's suite. It was a big
bed, and a very nice room, but HARDLY worth the price the resort owners were
asking. She'd have to check with Shizune to be absolutely certain, but Tenten
was pretty sure the listed rates had been significantly, significantly lower
than this.
Ino walked out of the bathroom wearing a dopey grin and a tiny bikini bottom.
Conspicuously wet and ruddy bite marks dappled her chest, neck, and shoulders.
Temari followed a second later in a similar state of undress, with a distinctly
pleased expression.
Tenten felt her cheeks warm up at the sight of the two beautiful, topless
blondes.
Not that she was a lesbian, exactly, but... well, the view was very nice.
"What's with all the hubbub, buns?" queried Temari, winking at Tenten.
"Something about the bill?"
"It's astronomical," Tenten said, somehow managing not to blush.
"Yes, that's usually the case with places this nice," drawled Ino, yawning and
stretching and arching her back in a way that teasingly pronounced a very nice
figure. "If you were more cosmopolitan you'd already know that, girl."
"I know what a steep bill looks like," Tenten retorted, her face fully
reddening this time. "But this isn't expensive, this is EXTORTION!"
Emphatically, she shoved the bill into Ino's face. The blonde blinked and
scanned her eyes down... down... down the list of charges. Slowly her eyes
widened, and her face went as pale as her platinum bangs.
"Oh... Oh, my God," she whispered, nearly dumbstruck. "Holy shit. T-Ten... Ten
million ryo? What the hell?"
Temari choked and whipped her head around to look at the Yamanaka.
"Huh? Did they put us all on one bill or something?!" she gaped. "That's
obscene, even for a place this high end!"
"No, you've got it wrong," Tenten said, her voice a hair tremulous. She was in
shock, Temari realized upon taking a closer look. "That isn't our total bill.
That's just for the room."
"That's a thousand times the rate they advertised," Ino said, shaking her head
slowly, disbelievingly. "And it's still only a fraction of what they want..."
Temari walked forward, eyes narrowed and expression firm. Her breasts bobbed
with her steps, and her lips were tightly pursed. She looked from Ino to
Tenten, frowning pensively, stroking her chin and furrowing her brow. This one
was bright and determined, and already she was clearly trying to work out a way
to overcome this problem.
"How much?" she inquired.
"You don't want to know," Tenten said, wincing. "Really. You're better off not
seeing the number. Just... Just take my word for it when I say there's no way
the three of us could pay this bill, even if your brother dipped into the
village coffers and wired us half the amount."
"This is criminal," Ino said. She swore and anxiously ran a hand through her
hair. "I'm not even exaggerating, this kind of bullshit has to be illegal in
any sane, decent society."
"Oh, definitely," came a voice from the doorway, sounding both familiar and
weary. "But that's everything this place isn't, you know. Out here the only law
is... well, there's a reason we chose this destination. No rules means no
restraint on the fun."
Tsunade looked into the suite with a somewhat rueful expression, leaning coolly
against the doorframe with arms crossed under her bust. She looked grim and
weary with the demeanor of one resignedly eyeing the gallows, but there was
also an amused twinkle in her eyes as she assessed Ino and Temari's topless
bikini-clad forms.
Tenten pouted and blushed a tad at this, looking down at the oversized T-shirt
she was wearing and feeling her stomach twist unpleasantly. While hardly frumpy
or concealing, with neither pants nor anything else on underneath, compared to
her two blonde suitemates the odango-haired brunette felt decidedly unsexy.
Shyly avoiding her idol's eyes, Tenten looked over at her half-packed tote bag
and felt a dense lead weight settle in the pit of her stomach. The closer she
came to wrapping her head around just how much they owed, the more she felt
dizzy and nauseous and short of breath.
Gulping, then noisily clearing her throat, Tenten spoke.
"Do you, uh, have a bill like ours?" she asked nervously, a part of her
dreading the surely inevitable answer.
"I hope not," said Tsunade with a grimace. "If you girls owe even half of what
I, Kushina, and Shizune do, then we are all fucked. Literally, we will probably
be repossessed and bought and sold like whores for the rest of our natural
lives to pay off this debt."
"You have experience with that, do you?" quipped Ino weakly, likely attempting
to inject some levity into the situation. This earned her a glare from Tenten
and a hollow chuckle from Tsunade.
"Never bet on a foot race in Tea Country unless you've got the cash to pay up
front," the buxom older blonde blithely replied. "That's all I will say on that
matter."
Tenten hotly blushed, Temari cocked an eyebrow, and Ino whistled. Tsunade
betrayed no response, herself, beyond a weak cough and the slightest dusting of
pink in her cheeks.
"D-D-Do you really think we might have to do something like that?" Tenten
squeaked, looking horribly dismayed.
For a moment, Tsunade said nothing and simply stared at the door hinge. Then
she sighed.
"Shizune's trying to talk to the managers, and Kushina and Hinata are seeing if
they can't pool their resources," she said slowly, deliberately, "But I
wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. This place is well outside any of the
usual jurisdictions, and in all likelihood the best thing we can do is to
cooperate with our hosts and give them whatever they ask for... whatever it may
be."
Ino, Tenten, and Temari frowned and looked at each other worriedly.
"Well... Let's hope they're able to work something out, huh?" said Tenten.
"Yeah... We can only hope," Temari agreed.
Ino bit her lip and looked down at her feet.
===============================================================================
Hinata, Kushina, and Shizune's efforts bore no fruit. Management refused to
budge on the price, and try as we might none of us were able to get in contact
with our families back home. We were cut off by sheer distance and left with no
bargaining chips.
Even when Naruko and Sakura threatened force, the owners stubbornly persisted.
Tsunade wisely made the pair stand down. Raising hell would only catch the
attention of people we did not want noticing us, she explained, local
government or Yakuza or worse. Again, she insisted that we had no choice but to
accept whatever demands were made of us.
Pooling ALL of our money together, we would have just enough to pay one third
of one of the bills, a ninth of what we collectively owed. If we did this, at
least one of us could be freed from the debt. This would leave no money to get
back home with, however, and the only jobs available to non-citizens like us
were...
Well, it would be degrading to say the least.
Seeing our dilemma, the resort owners "generously" offered an alternative
solution. One they said would be equally beneficial to everyone.
And what we got from them was... well, a real hell of an ultimatum.
You see, aside from being a beautiful island country with gorgeous beaches and
luxurious resorts, our vacation destination also had a darker side. It was a
place with a long history of cannibalism. This was an integral part of their
culture and traditions, and also a draw for the richest and most eccentric
tourists.
It wasn't something they talked about in the brochures, of course, and most of
it was done underground so as to not scare off outsiders like us, but they had
a whole economy built on the back of human trafficking, sex slavery and
cannibalism. Nothing in that country was priced more highly than live-cooked,
nubile young women.
So if we defaulted on our debt or tried to run away, they would collect it from
our bodies. We would be taken away and cooked alive. But the owners were
generous people, or so they said, and they would accept just two thirds of us
to cover the debt. If we chose six of our number and cooked them for the
resort, our debts would be absolved and the remaining three of us would be
allowed to return home.
It was a ridiculous offer and obviously a scam. They'd probably set up the
obscene charges solely to force us into this position, and I bet they'd been
planning it from the very beginning. In hindsight, it had seemed odd how the
only other patrons we'd seen at that resort were all super-rich magnates and
socialites. People like us were doubtless just a source of meat to them.
Naturally, we were appalled by this ultimatum. We vehemently protested, flatly
refusing to go along with their sick game. In response the managers warned us
that if we could not pay in full by the end of the week, we would ALL be
cooked.
We tried everything we could think of to get out of that predicament.
We wrote home, tried to win favor with the local gangsters, appealing in vain
to what few powers of law there were out here. Half of us... we even turned
tricks in the alleys to try and raise the money, as hopeless a cause as this
seemed. It was dangerous work, though – Hinata was nearly gutted by some sick
freak.
It was an utterly desperate situation, but in that week and all that struggle,
there was only one of us who dared attempt to flee.
I never stood a chance.
They caught me almost immediately, and then... and then...
*Shudder*
I don't want to talk about it. I really don't. Yet I want even less to talk
about what came next, about what the three of us did to get away with our
lives...
*Sigh*
...Raped, beaten, and despairing of ever surviving this nightmare, I appealed
to the others to reconsider the offer. I even offered to be among the ones who
cooked, if only because I was desperate and felt certain that this would be my
fate regardless. We only had one day left, and we'd barely raised enough to pay
another eighteenth of the debt. Our situation seemed completely hopeless.
But they refused to hear me out. They were probably still in denial.
Or, rather, most of them were.
Tsunade, though, knew the severity of our predicament. Naruko, too, realized we
would not be getting out of this alive, although she hated the thought of what
we would have to do.
But both of them knew it was the only way we'd survive.
===============================================================================
Tsunade's expression was stolid as she watched the drugged tea take effect.
Naruko, sitting beside her, smiled in a kind of hopeless relief to see her
mother and lovers slip into unconsciousness. If either one was hesitant to do
this, then they certainly did not show it.
Neither Tenten nor Temari saw it coming, nor Shizune, nor Sakura, nor Kushina.
Only Hinata, the byakugan princess, noticed the suspicious powder being slipped
into their beverages, but she said nothing and drank it anyway.
She knew this was the only way any of them would make it home. If it was for
her beloved Naruko's sake, then she would gladly surrender her life.
Ino felt an icy, hollow kind of determination watching the others go limp. It
had to be done. This was the only way. Maybe if she kept telling herself this,
she might eventually believe it.
"Are... Will they be okay?" Naruko whispered, gulping nervously and looking at
the motionless forms of her girlfriends.
"Not for long," said Tsunade matter-of-factly, expression hard. "You know the
plan, idiot."
Naruko blushed.
"Y-Yeah, I do..." she conceded. "But I meant, like... will the drug hurt them?
Will it be painful?"
She looked into Sakura's eyes, and the pinkette stared back at her confusedly,
doubtlessly in shock at the sudden loss of control over her own body. Emerald
eyes were wide in disbelief, uncomprehending, with just a hint of anxious dread
showing through from somewhere in the corner of her mind.
The girl probably had her suspicions, though most assuredly it had to be that
she did not want to believe it and was even now trying to conceive of another
explanation—any explanation but the one her gut likely told her was the truth.
The bleak, miserable, horrible truth.
Ino was the first to step forward and approach the girls, looking guiltily at
Tenten and Temari. The pair were slumped close together, the former having
practically been sitting in the latter's lap. Tenten's head was lying on
Temari's chest, cheek nestled in the exposed cleavage of a low-cut blouse.
She did not look happy at this very comfy position, however. The brunette was
wide-eyed and visibly anxious, Ino could see as she came closer. Her eyes were
fearful and filled with dread. She clearly understood what was happening.
"The drug won't hurt them," Ino said softly, staring into Temari's disbelieving
eyes. "But it won't numb them or knock them unconscious, either. They'll be
awake for the whole thing. They'll feel it all."
"But... But they're paralyzed?" Naruko said, following Ino's lead and
hesitantly approaching Kushina. "They can't, uh, fight back or anything?"
She looked into her mother's eyes. Sea gray orbs were blank, her windows
shuttered against intrusion. Stray crimson tresses fell across her face, hair
the tiniest bit disheveled. Kushina was in shock, likely retreating inward from
the horrors of expectation, perhaps desperately sinking into oblivious denial.
"They can't," Tsunade said. "And don't worry about it wearing off, either. The
effects of the drug are permanent. It's too late for second thoughts."
Detachedly, she parted the front of Shizune's kimono. Her niece and apprentice
could do nothing but stare in dismay and uselessly lie there as Tsunade bared
her bra-clad bosom, plain cotton cups filled to overflowing with creamy,
delectable tits. Tsunade pulled it further open, working her way down and
gradually baring a smooth, pale abdomen.
She untied the waist and exposed Shizune's navel, lean and tight, down to itty
bitty panties with a slightest tuft of black peeking out over the top. Milky
thighs, firm but pliable, were next followed by the rest of her long and tasty
legs. Naruko and Ino watched, fascinated, as Tsunade dispassionately undressed
Shizune.
She unclasped the bra and whipped it off, tossing the garment aside. Shizune's
breasts flopped out and bounced about, exploding free of their former confines
with a not insignificant amount of jiggling and wobbling. Then Tsunade grabbed
the panties and slipped a finger under the hem, tugging and twisting and
ripping the underwear straight off of the raven haired woman's body.
Naruko gulped, staring at the all of the nude skin exposed by Tsunade's
actions. It was hardly the first time she'd seen this much of Shizune's body,
but something about the fact that this would be the last time she ever saw
those tits, that pussy, or that ass alive and in person sent a thrill up her
spine.
She licked her lips and started to undress her mother, cheeks red and eyes
bright.
Ino watched the other two work on stripping their limp, immobile friends for a
few moments. She looked at Kushina's adult body, privates crowned with crimson
down. She eyed Sakura's lean form accentuated by a late-blossomed bosom. She
perused the dips and rises of Hinata's curvaceous figure.
Then she turned her eyes to Temari and Tenten, her suitmates and the ones she
would be responsible for prepping. Her mouth felt dry, her tongue like it was
made of cotton, and her insides twisted miserably as she reached out to grab
Tenten's trousers.
"I'm sorry," she whispered while tugging the pants down, exposing lacy red
panties that hardly did a thing to veil the curve of tight, round buttocks, or
the dip of a fine gluteal crevasse. "I hope you don't hold it against me,
but... but I don't want to die yet. And if this is what it takes to survive..."
Trailing off, she then tugged those panties down, exposing a cute slit and
perky ass. Her eyes drank in the sight of Tenten's posterior, and her heart
raced with a perverse excitement. Leaning forward, she planted a breathless
kiss between the brunette's legs and heard a lustful moan.
It did not come from Tenten. The drug left the other girls incapable of
speaking or vocalizing. And it did not come from Naruko or Tsunade either; it
sounded nothing like them.
Belatedly, Ino realized the moan came from herself.
===============================================================================
Temari's skin had a glossy sheen to it where the brush traveled, much of her
body slick and a little sticky with clear, sweet-smelling marinade. Her breasts
rose and fell with slow, shuddering breaths, pillowy mounds of flesh quivering
and trembling as Ino applied the glaze.
Her hands were sticky as she prepared her friend, and her nipples were erect in
the warm salt breeze. The eyes of their hosts were upon Ino, Tsunade, and
Naruko as the three glazed and basted their friends. Naked and blushing,
hearing the occasional approving mutter from the imposing figures who surveyed
their work, the three blondes moved quickly.
Ino felt a warmth in her pussy as she ran the brush over Temari's nipples,
watching the nubs twitch atop generous, swaying hills. She pushed down hard,
depressing the soft and yielding flesh. It was perversely arousing, doing this,
and she felt a shiver go up her spine.
It didn't seem real, yet. It didn't feel like she had quite truly grasped what
they were doing.
On some level, she knew she was helping prepare her friends to be cooked,
readying them for a slow and no doubt painful, humiliating death while these
uncaring strangers watched and jerked off. Yet at the same time, the full
gravity of this knowledge had not yet settled. Some part of her mind seemed to
think this was just some kinky foreplay, a demeaning sex game to get herself
and the others wet and horny and ready to fuck.
The sound of burly, imposing men chafing large, all too familiar cocks with
lotion slicked hands, and of sensuous tanned maidens mewling and grinding hot,
soaking cunts on their fingers, or on large island fruits and vegetables only
strengthened this perception. It didn't help that at least one pair of naked
beauties were hanging from nooses on stout palm trees, swinging by their necks
and slowly suffocating as they furiously finger-fucked themselves for their own
enjoyment and the entertainment of their fellows.
Ino did not know if the girls would be cut down before they completely
asphyxiated. A part of her doubted it, though.
This did not displease her nearly as much as it should have.
Weakly, Ino planted a kiss on Temari's mouth. She pushed a mouthful of honey
and wine past the other blonde's lips, then pulled her head back with the
tongue lolling out, lewdly laving her saliva over Temari's lovely lips. Her
breasts mashed against the Suna beauty's own bust, large and doughy tits
squishing and deforming between their torsos.
Temari was motionless. Her eyes stared pleadingly at Ino, and if she could
speak the Yamanaka did not doubt that Temari would be fervently pleading for
her life. But she could not speak, or move, or resist in any way. She was
completely and utterly powerless.
Never had Ino felt such a sense of absolute control over another human being.
It excited her despite herself, and it took her a significant amount of effort
to remember why she should feel unhappy about what was happening. But when she
did, she felt disgusted with herself.
This was more than it seemed could be said for Tsunade or Naruko, both of whom
vigorously molested their respective long-pigs. The former doused her breasts
with marinade and sloppily slathered her tremendous, saucy mammaries over
Shizune and Sakura's bodies. The latter thoroughly and eagerly kneaded the soft
and pliable tissues of Kushina and Hinata's forms, working tangy juices deep
into the living meat of her mother and lover.
Ino watched with a pang of revulsion, yet also a hint of undeniable excitement.
The other two made an undeniable show of what they were doing. She swallowed
anxiously and turned her attention from Temari to Tenten.
Grabbing her brush, she began glazing the brunette's perfect, perky ass.
===============================================================================
The coals were hot in the barbecue pit, so blazingly intense that Ino could
barely approach without feeling the urge to shield her face, and her eyes were
squinted nearly shut as she watched Naruko and Tsunade toss in their respective
scapegoats.
Two lives for one. That seemed like such a reasonable bargain in this
atmosphere.
Tsunade rolled the drugged and twine-bound Shizune onto the coals where she
smacked against Sakura's slender flank. Breasts bounced and jiggled temptingly
with the force of impact, and embers were stirred up and flitting on the air
currents around their well-endowed figures.
Naruko stepped closer, nearly walking directly atop the coals to deposit her
mother's voluptuous form between Sakura and a resignedly smiling Hinata.
Kushina stared blankly at her daughter, still scarcely able to believe what was
happening; Sakura and Shizune's eyes shone with pain.
Ino could not bring herself to look at their faces as she rolled in Tenten and
Temari. The latter came to a stop beside Hinata, and the former wound up nearly
right on top of Temari.
Dispassionately Naruko grabbed a long, stout pole and jabbed the brunette in
the side. She adjusted her aim and then slipped the tip between Tenten and
Temari's clumsily docked bosoms, sticking it into their mashed-together
cleavage before leveraging the former off of the latter. Embers flew up when
Tenten rolled back off and plopped rump first into the coals.
She visibly winced, exhaling in a sharp hiss, though she still could not manage
proper vocalization.
Her hair and Temari's were yet in their accustomed fashions, as Ino had not
been able to bring herself to undo her companions' favorite hairstyles on top
of everything else. Leaving their hair untouched gave her the illusion at least
of permitting them some last vestige of dignity and identity as they began to
roast amidst the burning coals.
The same way that as long as she didn't look into their eyes, she wouldn't see
the anger, pain, and betrayal therein. She could at least pretend that
everything would be okay.
Numbly, Ino stared at Temari and Tenten's chests. The pair's tits were about
equally ample, but it was rare indeed to see Tenten looking so completely
immodest out of doors. Not since their first day here, when they had all posed
for that commemorative photo on this very beach, playfully stripping their
bikini tops as a "tip" for the photographer.
Ino felt her face get warm from something quite unrelated to the heat radiating
from the coals. She heard the hiss of steam rising from the other girls'
backsides, and hairs stood up on the back of her neck under the silent,
expectant gazes of their hosts.
A shudder raced up her spine and she glanced over Hinata, whose voluminous
mammaries were flush and glistening with a mixture of marinade and sweat, and
Kushina, the curve of whose ass could be made out as a round and browning hunk
of meat, to look at Sakura, whose red hot pussy wept tendrils of curling vapor.
Shamefully, Ino became aware of a familiar moistening tingle in her loins. She
tore her gaze at once from Sakura's cunt, feeling horrified as her heart raced.
Wh-What am I doing...? Am I... getting turned on by this?!
She took a step back and shook her head, feeling revolted by her own arousal.
This was wrong. She shouldn't be enjoying this... she shouldn't even be DOING
this! What was wrong with her? What was wrong with this place?! This was wrong,
wrong, wrong!
Ino started like she was about to bolt, but a hand stopped her, tightly
gripping her arm. Tsunade cowed the distressed teen with a glare.
"We can't back out," she said darkly. "Not now. It's too late for second
thoughts."
The buxom older blonde smirked a little bit, then, saying this. Her eyes
twinkled and flitted up and down Ino's form. The smirk widened, she licked her
lips, and Ino felt another pang of dismay.
She looked once more at the girls in the barbecue pit, human slabs of meat
lying helplessly side-by-side. Their paralyzed forms could do nothing but lie
there as they cooked, and one by one their eyes were beginning to show the
signs of bleak despair gripping them through the agonizing pain.
Ino shivered, meeting Shizune's glance and seeing the excruciating torment, the
misery of betrayal, the gradual loss of all hope as her backside continued to
slowly but surely cook. Her pussy burned and moistened further, a hot buzz that
belied the cruel delight some dark, twisted part of her psyche was taking in
all this.
She bit her lips and averted her gaze from Shizune with a significant effort of
will. Choking back a lascivious whine, Ino felt a rush of shame. She knew that
she was sick for getting aroused by this, a monster for growing horny at the
thought that her friends were going to die and be eaten, all because of her.
She was a bad person for enjoying this. She was horrible for feeling only this
little amount of shame for her actions. She was an awful, filthy, sinful thing
who should have been cooking in that fire right alongside the others.
She deserved to be butchered and eaten like the slutty, worthless piece of meat
that she was...
Ohh, yesss... I should have been cooked with the rest of them! Fuck, cook me
NOW!
Grill me, gut me, gore me on a pike!
Yes, yes, beat me, rape me, kill me and eat me!
I want to die! Shit! I want it so, so, sooo BAAAAAAD...!❤
*GASP* *SHUDDER*
*Slump*
H-Haaah... haah... hah...
*Panting*
...
... ...
... ... ...
...ah, I'm sorry. I... I guess I got a little carried away there.
Ahem.
I, er, didn't mean anything by what I was saying just now. Um, just so you
know. D-Don't think I've become some kind of deviant who gets off on the
thought of dying, okay?!
...Though if you DO decide that I deserve to be executed for what I did, might
I suggest burning at the stake? Or drawing-and-quartering. Anything very slow
and painful, really.
Er, again, not that I, y'know, WANT to be snuf—executed. Just, uh, that I think
I deserve to to suffer for my crimes.
Maybe death by a thousand cuts...?
...ah, right, the account. You'll need the whole story if you want to prosecute
us, won't you?
Let me get right on that.
===============================================================================
Temari felt like she was in hell. And by this was meant no metaphorical state
of separation from God and a life lived in the absence of virtue, but a very
literal fire and brimstone place on earth where the wicked or unfortunate
suffered torment of the highest order until their flesh and souls were utterly
purged of sin and impurity. Pain comprised what now felt like the entirety of
her worldly existence.
Her be-all, end-all experience was the fire beneath her, the burning coals on
which she was forced to lie. No matter how she willed it her body would not
move, and by this point even if not for the drugs she would likely be incapable
of standing or walking or escaping her predicament. She could feel the weakness
in her muscles, the crispness of her epidermis, the waves of scorching heat
which perforated her innards and boiled her blood.
Her breathing was labored, and smoke filled her nostrils. Perversely she could
smell the appetizing aroma of her own cooking flesh, and the flesh of her
friends. Weakly did her stomach growl, some base and unthinking part of her
being finding the fragrance to be most agreeably appetizing. Yet her guts also
churned in horror, as much as they were still able, the rest of her mind and
person wholly repulsed by what was happening.
It was truly hell on earth. The pain was excruciating beyond description, and
Temari's eyes watered through the blinding sting of smoke and ash. A million
barbed hooks of molten steel pierced the back of her body, her legs, her arms,
her neck and head and ass; they fused to the flesh beneath her skin before
thrashing about like shards of glass jostled in a rolling bin, ripping and
slicing and shredding through her nerves in the cruelest and most sadistic way
possible.
That was the closest she could come to a real description of how it felt, and
still it felt so inadequate compared to the undiluted torment of her final
hours in this life. Was death this painful or everyone, or was it simply her
particular circumstances which made it such a horribly grueling ordeal.
And she was dying. She knew this as surely as anything. Though her head swam
dizzyingly through a sea of fire and fume, though the warmth consuming her
flesh seemed to ever so slowly and gradually wash away the pain like waves
lapping grains of sand from the shore, Temari knew that she was dying.
Her ass hurt so much, yet it was beginning to go numb. Her breathing was
labored and her lungs were burning from the inside out as she inhaled pungent
smoke and steam, yet she felt a sense of peace beginning to overtake her. Was
this relief and contentment a sign of something greater at work, or merely the
delusions of a body halfway to completely shutting down?
She was scarcely cooked at all yet, they'd only done her backside so far, but
Temari knew that she was now living on borrowed time. Every ragged gasp, every
stabbing heartbeat, every agonizing second of this torture was another moment
of her life gone forever. Her pulse was tremulous, every fiber of her body weak
and tender from the searing assault of the coals beneath her.
Her breasts rose and fell with every respiration. She felt more aware than ever
of how large and weighty her bosom was, these great fleshy mounds bearing down
on her ribcage. They were so round, so soft, so fat and heavy. Her tits felt so
obscene, so grotesquely big and lewd.
Her ass was killing her, it felt like it was being squashed under the weight of
her pelvis, buttocks growing soft and tender as it cooked. The backs of her
thighs felt numb and chapped, she could feel vessels and tissues being
constricted by shrinking, drying skin. Juicy as she was, that moisture was
being trapped inside her flesh while the outer shell of her skin grew crisp and
brown.
Her arms and legs were tingling. The undersides, the backsides of her limbs no
longer hurt so badly as the heat rose up through her body, cooking her from the
outside in. The pain now was midway through the members, and heaven above but
she could feel the marrow roasting inside her bones.
Temari's pussy ached sublimely, horrendously. With pain of the worst kind, and
the most twisted sort of pleasure, her womanhood was burning up and boiling.
Steam rose from her skin all over as the fluids boiled inside her body, some of
it escaping through her pores and other orifices. Her navel was burning, she
could feel wisps of scalding vapor billow out from her poor, abused pussy.
The moisture of her own morbid arousal was broiling her sex, filling her up
with a hot steam that would have caused her belly to swell and explode if not
for the convenient exit provided by her gaping, puffy cunt. She felt like she
could die at any moment, it felt so bad and so good that she wanted to die and
to feel this pain forever.
It was unbearable. It was blissful. It was agony. It was ecstasy.
Her heartbeat grew weaker and more sporadic as the blood thickened in her
veins. It congealed in the heat of the barbecue pit, gradually clogging her
arteries with her own life's blood.
Her eyes were unfocused and glassy, her vision flashing in and out, flickering
in a way between blindness and sight. Drool trickled down her chin, where it
quickly evaporated in the heat.
Temari barely noticed when Tenten's nearly lifeless body rolled over and
smacked her side, the brunette lying now on her belly. She barely noticed when
a pole slipped between her legs, through the crumbling surface coals, rubbing
her taint and rising to wedge itself between her buttocks.
She did notice it though, however dimly, when said pole was then used like a
lever to raise her pelvis, and then the rest of her body, shifting to the side
and coaxing her form to list, tilt, flip and powerlessly flop back down.
Lying face, belly, pussy, and tits-first in the coals Temari felt the agony,
the fire and searing waves of excruciating hell rise up and renew their assault
on her base and lowly flesh, the heat like an army striking from the fore now
that it weakened her defenses through relentlessly battering her rear.
Like a wall of iron tipped with ten million jagged, molten spikes slamming into
her at a hundred miles an hour, Temari felt the pain fresh and anew. Ash and
embers filled her lungs, her bosom mashed into burning coals, and her pussy
wept as the fires touched her clitoris. Her vision blurred and darkened as
tears boiled inside her ducts, the pressure squeezing her eyes, steam blinding
her and rendering sight useless.
Her nipples dug into the coals. The pain was all consuming.
She couldn't breathe, only smoke and soot came now into her lungs. She was
dying, her life was nearing its end, she was going to perish face-down in the
coals like a piece of meat.
With her last conscious thoughts, Temari numbly wondered if Ino and the others
were enjoying the sight of her roasted ass. A shiver raced down her spine, her
mind was going blank, her heart was beginning to skip and spasm, and her sex
felt ready to explode with a sudden, final burst of life.
She came, her last act as a living human, as a whore debased for the amusement
of their hosts. Her nectar gushed from her cunt like an apocalyptic deluge,
bubbling and boiling and erupting up from beneath her pelvis as it turned to
steam amidst the coals.
Then, she died.
===============================================================================
Chop, chop, keen steel blades fell like scythes through wheat, carving skin,
fat, and muscle as easily as warm butter. Long, menacing knives sliced
effortlessly through meat juicy and tender, hewing thin strips and cuts of
flesh from the lovely, voluptuous forms.
Ino watched shamefacedly as her friend and one-time lover was robbed slice by
careful slice of the ample breasts she had so long hoped and prayed and wished
for. She stared at Sakura's tits, or what was left of them, the once pale and
doughy mounds which had been the young woman's hard bought pride now aught but
ruddy brown cross-sections of mammary meat.
A small slice of breast no bigger around than a half-dollar was adorned with
one of Sakura's nipples, most of the dainty cut's upper surface area comprised
by her areola. It topped a wafer of cheese and leaf of kale atop a small,
triangular slice of bread, a small olive-bearing toothpick stabbed down through
the nipple.
Ino's own nipples twinged in sympathy, and a shudder of something she did not
want to identify wracked her naked, sweaty, rosy body. She stared at the
platter of areola hors d'oeuvres, nine of the twelve still left, and heard her
own stomach growl.
Furiously, she blushed and averted her gaze.
A muscular, strapping, swarthy young man sawed a serrated edge through generous
buttocks, carving slices of human ham from Kushina's plump and savory
posterior. Ino felt her pussy drip and tingle, and hoped to goodness that it
was only because of how handsome and hung the lad was, and not from any kind of
enjoyment of seeing the once fiery and exuberant redhead reduced to less than
the lowest whore, nothing more than a lifeless hunk of meat to be hacked apart
and devoured by these beautiful yet terrible people.
She turned her head and stared into blank, expressionless eyes like glassy
pearls, staring sightlessly at her from the cooked yet still beautiful face of
Hinata Hyuuga. The girl's tits were gone, the only remnant of their presence
being two large, neat circles on her chest through which could be seen her
ribs. Her arms and legs were gone, too, artfully chopped off to be cut and
enjoyed separately from the main body.
She looked back to Sakura, whose rump and breast meat alike had now been carved
away. The barbecued pinkette was lying on her back, and a long curved knife was
working its wicked way around the girl's perfectly cooked pussy, a gorgeous
island woman filleting her cunt. Ino watched as her girlfriend and rival was
callously robbed of gender, Sakura's pussy slipped onto a plate as the woman
then cut further up, following the path to her womb.
Feeling both sick and aroused, Ino tore her gaze away with a deep shudder. Her
pussy was soaking wet, and her body felt so hot. She stood amidst the activity
of all this, these men and women coming and going, talking and laughing and
casually making a jovial feast out of her former friends. She felt lost and
alone, conspicuously aware of her status as an outsider.
The managers had said this would pay their debt in full, that betraying their
friends to death and consumption would serve as sufficient propitiation for
their alleged folly, but what really was there to stop the people here from
deciding, once there was nothing left of Sakura and Shizune and Hinata and
Kushina and Tenten and Temari, that maybe those six weren't really enough to
pay it off after all, and maybe one or two more would do it...?
Ino found herself fascinated by this thought as she watched some wealthy
tourist carve strips of bacon from Shizune's mutilated flank, the former nurse
robbed of nearly everything by now except for her head and torso. And even the
latter was missing quite a bit. She felt a throbbing ache in her womanhood, and
for a moment perversely imagined that it was herself lying there on that table,
dead and debauched and reduced to only the basest and most barbaric, most
coldly materialistic measure of her lifeless body's worth.
Feeling her heart race, she looked askance at Temari and Tenten. She barely
could recognize the girls, now. Their heads had been lopped off at some point,
and she could see more bone than meat on what was left of their bodies. Roasted
and browned to an equal shade with almost all easily identifying features
stripped from their carcasses, Ino could barely tell the two apart.
But then, did it really matter which of them was which? What person cared,
after all, what the beef on their dinner table had once been named? Who
bothered to wonder what sort of personality the donor of the bacon they ate for
breakfast had had in life?
Once butchered, stewed, and eaten, one hen was basically as good as any other.
Her friends weren't people any more. She shouldn't even bother to call them
friends in her own head. They were meat.
Just meat.
Perversely, Ino smiled and felt a thrill of pleasure.
We are all... just meat waiting to be eaten...
She thought this with a dissonant look of serenity, eyes glassy and distant as
they swept over the carnal feast around her. She saw Naruko eating out a
mature, voluptuous islander as the woman herself moaned and chewed on a filet
of Kushina's cunt. She witnessed Tsunade taking a cock up her voluminous ass
while simultaneously pleasuring another between her great, fat tits and lustily
drooling mouth, sucking the tip and working the shaft.
She felt a sneering teen cop a feel off her ass as she stood there motionless
among the revelers, and she heard him haughtily ask if she wanted to be his
bitch or his breakfast. Another teen, perhaps his girlfriend, tittered and said
that, no, clearly this foreigner was begging to become a cow, just look at
those tits!
A third teen came up and grabbed Ino's breasts, laughing brightly and warmly,
and he pinched her nipples. Pleasure exploded in Ino's brain, and she came in a
violent orgasm.
"Nah, she's got no milk," this boy said, laughing and letting go. He went
behind her and kissed the first and second teens.
"You boys can give her milk, if you want it that much," said the girl. "Her
boobs will get even bigger, then, and before you know there will be a precious
little calf to raise as our own."
The first boy scoffed.
"If I want veal, I'll get it from you," he said. "This one's an eater, not a
breeder. Her hips are too skinny, and her butt's too tiny."
"I think it's cute. Nice and tight. It's rare to see tourists with so little
fat outside their chest."
"The fat ones cook best."
"But I like my meat lean."
Ino shivered at all this talk, listening as the teens discussed her like she
wasn't even there, or like she wasn't really a person but an object or a stray
animal. She felt herself get agonizingly wet at their words.
Yes... she thought happily. I'm meat. Just meat waiting to be eaten.
Something about this notion made her feel so content, so liberated from her
cares and worries. Meat had no say in the course of its life or the nature of
its death. Meat existed only to feed others, that was its sole purpose and
ultimate goal.
She smiled blissfully, and silently surrendered herself to these teen's callow
whims, waiting for them to rape her or cook her or tie her up and drag her
away.
But none of those things happened.
A member of the resort's management came over and shooed the kids away, saying
that Ino had payed off her debts and was no longer up for grabs. The teens
booed and jeered at the suited woman, but they nonetheless backed off and left
Ino alone
She felt sad at this.
Looking around one last time, she saw Tsunade and Naruko lying bruised and
blushing on the ground, covered in scratches and ejaculate. Most of the
partygoers had left, and those who remained were cleaning up.
Disappointed in a way she now fully embraced, Ino looked for the bodies of the
meat. She saw greasy bones and a scraps of flesh, but no sign anything
substantial. There weren't enough bones to account for all of the meat, so she
assumed the leftovers had been packed up and taken away to be saved for later.
The meat was dead, the meat was eaten. The meat that had once been her friends
was gone forever.
Ino smiled and brushed a finger over her clitoris, grasping one of her breasts.
There would be questions when they got home, she realized. Inquiries,
investigations. This place and its inhabitants were protected by international
treaties and numerous intentional legal loopholes. They could not be
prosecuted, and would need face no "justice".
She, however, oh she and Tsunade and Naruko...
They were murderers, according to the laws of their homeland. Back in their
village, meat was still foolishly considered people, and it was considered
horrible and unnatural to do with that meat the only thing it was good for.
She would probably go on trial for this. She would certainly be found guilty,
oh she would make sure of that.
Probably she would be put on death row. Hopefully she would.
I can't wait to be executed for this,she perversely thought.
===============================================================================
And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is why I believe myself and my
friends to deserve punishment of the harshest degree. We are wholly unrepentant
for our "crimes", and if allowed to roam free I would personally hunt down and
cook every last one of you alive.
Especially you, cutie❤
But as I was saying, we are monsters, we are murderers, we are willing and
willful cannibals. Simply locking us up would solve nothing, I assure you that
we can never be rehabilitated. We would just rape, eat, and kill every other
inmate in whatever jail you sent us to.
And while that might solve the overcrowding situation, I'm sure the liberals
would riot in the streets. Probably conservatives, too. They hate people like
us!
So whatever your personal opinions on the death penalty and human rights may
be, I, Ino Yamanaka, appeal to everyone in this courtroom that me and my
friends must be executed, our lives snuffed out in the slowest, most painful,
and agonizing way you can imagine!
And then, might I suggest using our meat in a homeless soup kitchen? I
gleefully volunteer our doubtlessly savaged and brutalized corpses to feed the
unfortunate of Konoha.
My friends? Oh, they want this too. Don't you, Tsunade-sama? Naruko-chan?
"Mmmf! Mmmmph!"
"Mm! Mm! Mm!"
See? They're shaking their heads in agreement.
...That means yes back on the island.
The gags? Oh, those are just for their own enjoyment. We are horrible,
shameless deviants, after all. What, did you think me dragging their naked,
tied up bodies in here as they thrashed and let out muffled screams meant they
were here against their will?
Perish the thought!
I might be an unrepentant murderer who conspired to kill some of my dearest
friends and believes herself and all others like her to be nothing but meat
existing solely to be cooked alive and eaten as cruelly and salaciously as
possible, but I would NEVER lie under oath!
*Crosses fingers behind her back*
End Notes
     A/N: Thanks to AlessandraLaeif on hentai-foundry for giving me the
     nudge to do another of these sorta things and suggesting something
     based on a picture she linked to in her comment on Cannibal Kunoichi
     Ramen, a picture by Cyberunique with the ladies in this story topless
     on a beach.
     Mind, they'd probably be squicked out to learn their pic had been
     used as inspiration for a fic as sick and twisted as this. Or maybe
     they wouldn't. I don't know, but I am a pervert and it gave me fodder
     to write another of these shameless fetish indulgences.
     As an interesting tidbit, when first considering plans for this fic,
     I used an online randomizer to pick nine names out of the nine
     kunoichi appearing in this fic.
     The first name to come up was Ino, so she became the focus of this
     story. The name Temari came up three times, so she became the one to
     get a POV cooking alive scene. The name Shizune came up two times, so
     she got a focused stripping scene.
     And aside from those name, the others to come up were Sakura,
     Tsunade, and Naruko. The latter two became Ino's co-conspirators,
     because they'd been prey alongside her in the previous CK fic. Sakura
     didn't get any special role, though, aside from being the first one
     described being carved up.
     Updated: 11-17-15
     TTFN and R&R!
     – — ❤
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!