Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
:: Introduction ::
White teenaged male takes a nightly stroll with his sister's black MILF math tutor, who turns out to be a cannibal with an appetite for sex, as well as human flesh. The following text contains cannibalism, human degradation and depravity, interracial sex, and incest.
CANNIBAL NIGHT OUT
Written by Norton5
The sound coming from the kitchen was definitely of grease and meat being fried on a large pan. Gordon (age seventeen) soon became more interested in the smell too, rather than what he was watching on the television in the living room.
His father was out working late again. It was just him, his mother, his little sister, Penelope, and her afternoon math tutor, Nicole. Nicole was hot, ebony black, lot of ass and tits, her hair tied in a bun, and glasses that made her look like a MILF nerd. She wasn't a nerd, but she did know a lot about math, and she knew better how to teach the subject to children, really putting the stuff into their heads so they knew it for themselves. A real teacher. She was also the cause of many of Gordon's erections.
She came over to their house every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon to math coach Penny. Gordon knew Nicole privately tutored other children too, besides Penny, but he liked to think that Penny was her favorite. Nicole always looked very professional and sexy.
His mother, Rebecca, was also very beautiful - a brunette with curly hair. She was an interior decorator and was very highly sought after, just like Nicole. She could probably keep the family afloat and considerably happy solely on what she made, but her husband, Theodore, was no slacker and he made sure he worked twice as hard, able to make a third more than what she did in a month.
Gordon went into the kitchen to see what his mom was cooking. "Hey, son, what's up?" she asked, looking up from what she was doing. Gordon asked, "What's cooking?" "Meat chops." "Yumm. I could smell it all the way from the living room. Smell's killing me. Can't it cook any faster?" "I just got started." "I know. It just smells really good." "You should go live on a ranch somewhere. Eat all the meat you want." "Don't even talk about it. I'm there. In my head." She giggled and he thought, you're so hot.
"What did you say, sweetie? The sizzling grease is blocking out my radar." He must have spoken his thoughts out loud. What the hell. "I just said, you're so hot." She turned to give him a motherly smile and said, "Thanks, son." Okay, said Gordon to himself, I thought I'd be kicked in the butt for that. Maybe she's taking it as a complement.
He stepped closer to her to look into the frying pan. Delicious sizzling cooking meat plus hot mom. Damn. Gordon said, "Looks good too." "All meat looks good to you, Gordo." She gave him a wry smile and turned over the meat. It sizzled more. Mmm, fucking delicious meat, thought Gordon. His mind was screaming from the sight and he wanted to eat and fuck all of a sudden, at the same time. He shook his head. I'm going nuts from all this.
His mother gave him a concerned look, "Are you sick, son?" "No, just don't feel all one hundred percent. Maybe an eighty or less." She looked back at the frying pan and continued ministering to the food, "What can we do to make you go back to one hundred percent?" "Er, we could play a game." "What kind of game? It better be one that I can play while cooking." "Oh, it is, mom. It's one that I just made up. I call it Blast Off."
Gordon's family was into meat (Gordon most of all), and so was Nicole. She would bring them meat and they would give her meat to take home as well. It was a meat thing.
Rebecca picked up the cooked meat from the pan and put it on a tray. Watching it steam and fizzle made Gordon swallow a cup-worth of saliva that quickly formed in his mouth and his eyes roll back in his head. She put in some more meat into the pan and began cooking that.
"We should play this game before your problem gets any worse," suggested his mom. "Okay. But Blast Off is a contact game." "It won't interfere with my cooking will it?" "Maybe slightly, but since you're such an excellent cook, you'll do fine." "Okay. Explain the game." "Why don't we play it and see if you like it and want to continue? It's very simple." "Alright."
Gordon undressed himself and undressed his mom as she continued to fry the chops. Now they were fully naked, except for the apron he let her keep on.
"How do you like the game so far, mom?" Turning a large steaming piece of meat in the pan, she asked, "What's the time?" He looked at the kitchen clock and said, "Five twenty." "Okay, we better have this game finished before five fifty-five because Nicole leaves at six." Nicole was in Penny's room, tutoring. She tutored Penny from five to six in the afternoon. At six, she would emerge from Penny's room, and it would be weird if she saw mother and son naked in the kitchen. Made sense to Gordon.
"Okay, mom, I'm resuming the game." He put his arms around her naked body and pressed himself against her from behind, his cock hard against her ass. He kissed her shoulder and neck, hands stroking her tummy and fondling her boobs. She purred. "This game feels familiar somehow, Gordo. Should we even be playing it?"
"It's just a game, mom. The objective, by the way, is for me to blast off as many times as I possibly can. This game could even be converted into a competition with a time limit so people can race to see how many blast-offs they can do in a set period. Whoever blast-offs the most within the set time wins." She turned the meat in the pan, as Gordon nudged his face into her neck and chin, kissing away in inhibited abandon. She giggled as she worked and angled her face so he could kiss her all around.
She asked, "And how exactly do you blast off?" "Well, I do this," he pushed his cock into her pussy and she widened her stance so he could slip in more smoothly and farther inside. "This might affect your cooking," he said. She told him, "That short stool in the corner. Put it next to my feet." He did and she let one foot rest on it, while she stood on the other. In that angle, she was more open to receiving his cock.
Gordon positioned himself behind her and pushed his cock inside his mother's pussy. He told her, "When I blast off, I cum in your pussy. Is that okay?" She turned her face to kiss him on the forehead and said, "Yes, son. Let's play your game."
Pushing his hands firmly, but gently, against her tummy and the area below her navel, Gordon fucked forwards and upwards into his mother as they both stood in the kitchen, she with her back to him, facing the stove, and he pressed forward into her back. "Oohhh, yehhsss," she moaned and dropped cooked meat into the tray and put in some more chops into the frying pan to cook.
Gordon explained to her as he pumped her pussy from behind, "It's that meat, mom. The smell, the sizzling, the brown texture as it gets cooked really good, and you standing here, so fucking sexy-gorgeous, cooking the meat in the most amazing way, your amazing body at work. I could fuck you so badly and make you cry for me to stop and not stop, all at the same time. But I won't." "Of course, you won't, son," she smiled as she cooked and received a steady supply of his throbbing cock. "If you do, then you'll alert Nicole and she'll find us like this." "That would be bad, mom, wouldn't it?" "Mhm."
He fucked into her for five seconds before she added, "But, maybe when everyone's out of the house, we can really play Blast Off in the hardest way. Say, level ten." "Hey, this is my game. I never said there were levels." "Well, you just made it up and you're playing it first with me, so I'm making myself co-creator of the game, and I say there are levels." "Mom, you're so cheeky." She purred, "Talking about cheeks, my cheeks want your attention. They feel neglected." Gordon lightly smacked and squeezed her buns as he thrust up diagonally into her cunt.
"Ohh, yeah," she said softly and put out slightly so he could fuck deeper and access her ass more efficiently. He manipulated her buns, squeezing, fondling, and spanking, while he plunged steadily into her, not lacking in pace or strength of thrust.
He came and continued for another ten minutes before climaxing again. "Ohhhh, Gordo, fuck mommy good, son," she purred. Gordon clasped her hips and fucked harder and faster into her. She finished cooking and concentrated on maintaining her put-out stance to receive more of her son's hard meat rod.
"Uhnnghh," she said, arching her head backward and resting her hands on the cooking counter. Gordon kept whamming his pelvis against her ass, drilling up and forward into her pussy. "Ohh, fuck, mom. I lost count of how many times I blasted-off. Would you happen to know?" "Yes, son. Seven times. Keep going. Let's make it to ten or maybe eleven or twelve. Don't forget the clock though." "Okay, mom," said Gordon.
He clasped her luscious tits in his hands and held onto them like handlebars as he drove his train of a cock into the place from which he came. "Ohh, yes, son. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and keep on fucking. Mommy likes it very much. Blast Off is fast becoming my favorite game." Gordon ground his teeth and said, "Glad you like it, mom." He pummeled her marvelous rump over and over again, cumming and cumming until he was dry.
And just in time, he happened to swing his attention to the clock. Five fifty-six.
Gordon pulled his cock out of his mom's cunt and they made themselves and the kitchen more presentable in record time.
Nicole walked out of Penny's room, Penny following after her. "Yay, mom. Nicole helped me and got to watch as I finished two thirds of my math assignment." Nicole smiled and said, "I'm proud of Penny and know for sure that this term, she'll be getting an 'A' in math." "Super!" said Rebecca, proud of her daughter. Nicole more than deserved all the payment she got for turning children into math whizzes. "Way to go, sis," said Gordon, now lounging on the sofa in the living room, his cock happy from its experience in his mother's pussy.
Rebecca said, "I put aside some chops for you, Nicole. You can microwave them when you get home." She handed her a Tupperware box with warm chops inside wrapped in aluminum foil. "Mm-mm. Thank you very much, Rebecca." "My pleasure."
"Gordon, could you walk Nicole home this evening?" Nicole said, "As I said before, Rebecca, I do not need an escort. I like walking home late in the afternoon." "Oh, I know that, but just for tonight. I'm getting one of my feelings." Penny rolled her eyes, "Mom's spider sense." Rebecca gave her a stare, "And it's tingling very badly." "Okay, let's walk you home," said Gordon, bouncing up from the sofa. "You're a charmer," said Nicole as she gathered her things, said goodbye to Penny and Rebecca, and walked out the door with Gordon following after her.
As they strolled down the sidewalk, Gordon was able to get her age from Nicole. She was thirty-five. She asked him how old he was and he told her, seventeen. "Seventeen is a really good age. You're young and so full of enthusiasm and energy." Gordon briefly twisted his features in a "not as good as you think" expression. "I'm not as lively as other people my age. Not to say I'm not enjoying my life. But I just take things as they come without any particular relish. It's all just life anyway.
Why should I be so high and enthusiastic in one part of my life and not so in another part. Shouldn't I have the same emotional state through-out?" She gave him a look, walking in her sexy way, "What a philosophy for someone so young." "I hate that word, young. I appreciate stability. Young is so unstable and definitely never lasts." "What do you think about the concept and phrase, young at heart?" "Way over-rated."
They walked down a street that had quite a number of business establishments besides residents. "Hey," said Gordon, pointing at a building that had been recently erected. It was built from gray and black brick and had black opaque windows. "Never seen that one before." "See what happens when you lock yourself up in your mind with your philosophies? You miss out on what's happening in the real world, and very soon, you're out of date and no longer any good to society." "Being up-to-date and current is also something that is over-rated," said Gordon.
Nicole took his hand and led him to the building saying, "Come on. I'll introduce you to this place. I'm also a shareholder in the club. What do you think about the name?" She pointed and continued walking, dragging Gordon along with her. He read a large red fluorescent sign that was lit up. It simply stated: Meat House.
When they entered, Gordon was hit by the smell of home- and exotically-cooked meat, along with other wonderful food scents he couldn't quite put names on.
They rounded a security corner and came into a wide dining area with mountains of meat and food piled on every table. It was gluttony and debauchery central in here.
People weren't just eating. They were also sucking, fucking, punishing, pleasing, and teasing each other all over the place. Along with the dining tables and chairs came lounges, sofas, couches, beds, chains, whips, sacrificial altars, and other things Gordon wouldn't know what to do with. There seemed to be an unseen established order in all this chaos of lust and depravity of body and soul.
A group of young fat men stuffed themselves full of pork ribs and t-bone steaks while a few feet away from them, an older married couple happily tortured, pleasured, and multiple-penetrated a petite, brunette, teenaged slave in a giant stone tub.
In another scene, a woman was forced into fucking a horse in an indoor stable. Her friends (or abusers) laughed and jeered as they carried her to the beast and laid her out properly to get penetrated by it. When its massive thing wedged into and broke her cunt, she screamed and cried obscenities. While in another scene, a group of scantily-clad women forced a man to eat and eat until he threw up.
Nicole led Gordon to a stage where naked women laid themselves out on piles of food - mostly meat, then vegetables, fruits, salads, drinks on the side, and other types of cooking.
A blonde woman took a shrimp and placed it deep in her pussy. She told an Asian woman to eat it out. She did and licked-sucked her vagina juices along with the shrimp.
Two pale white teenagers writhed together on a bed of lettuce and cabbage leaves, sharing a large pork sausage between their pussies. They moaned and thrust wildly on the sausage between them.
On another part of the food stage, four black women poured wine onto her pussies and let a horde of white bikers with swastikas printed on their black leather jackets group on them and eat out their pussies. The women grabbed their hair and screamed as eager tongues and mouths went to work on their pubic junctions. They squirted and poured more wine on their pussies, edging on the bikers. A bunch of cowboys waited at a nearby lounge, ready and hungry to eat their pussies once the bikers were finished.
"Let's sit down over there," said Nicole, pointing to a booth in a darkened area. When they seated themselves, she asked, "What do you think?" "Am I old enough to be in here?" "Well, you did see that poor lovely girl the older couple are torturing. She must be sixteen - hopefully not younger." "Fuck. This is all so intense." "It's adult entertainment. Want to eat something? I'm buying, of course." "Meat." "Best choice."
She made an order to a fully nude, sexy, Chinese waitress carrying nothing but a notepad and pen. "And I'll have the usual." "Very good, miss." After fifteen minutes, their food was brought to them. There was something odd about the meat on Nicole's plate. "Oh, shit!" said Gordon realizing what it was. It was a roasted lower leg - a human lower leg.
"Relax, Gordon. You'll embarrass yourself," said Nicole as she munched into the calf muscle and tore of a strip of meat. It smelled strange, but not so bad to Gordon. However, he couldn't get past the fact that it was a human body part. "You're eating what used to be a live human being!" "Duh. But don't worry. The people killed for eating in here aren't necessary to anyone or the economy so we're not really hurting anyone. In fact, we're helping the world by ridding it of scum. The piece I'm eating probably belonged to a child molester or dope pusher. They're doing the world a service by availing their flesh to people like me."
Gordon pointed an accusing finger at her, "You're a cannibal!" Nicole stared at and turned the lower leg in her hands, and nodded, saying, "As are a third of the people who come here - I mean, the regular customers." Waving the feet of the lower leg up above her head, she said, "This place was actually built to cater to people with my kind of taste. All the co-owners are cannibals. Everything else here is just to add variety to the menu, but the real thing is food - meat, veggies, fruit - and naked women - sex. I understand, you suffer from a condition which makes you hunger for meat and sex at the same time.
No, your mom didn't tell me. I found out after coming over to your house so many times. You've got all the symptoms. You're a cannibal, Gordie baby. Just like me."
"Well, aren't you going to eat?" "I think I lost my appetite." Nicole shook her head and said, "No, you just misplaced it. I know how to fix you." "You really don't nee-" "Hey, Aziran! Over here."
A drop-dead-gorgeous Indian girl came over. She had nothing, but a large ring going through her left labia. Green eyes, black hair. Nicole said, "I'm ordering a lap dance-cock riding for my little brother-son here." Aziran pointed to herself, "Just me or someone else as well?" Nicole thought, "Er... oh, get Juzuko."
Aziran disappeared for a minute and reappeared with a busty beautiful Japanese woman in her mid-twenties (also the same age as Aziran). Moving the booth table to the side, Aziran straddled Gordon's lap and unzipped his trousers. She said, "Ju," and the Japanese woman smoothly and quickly removed the clothing from Gordon's lower body, leaving him with just his shirt on.
Then Aziran settled her pussy onto his lap, and his cock slid up her impossibly soft moist sex. She squeezed with her vaginal muscles and pussy-pumped his cock as she rode him. After a minute and a half, Gordon shot his semen into her pussy. "Mmm, very good," she said and stroked his hair.
Juzuku put a red substance into his mouth and forced him to swallow it. Gordon asked, "What the fuck?" Aziran said, "It's to help you last longer." "Last longer how?" Then he felt his cock go extremely hard and Aziran winced as she bore her delicious soft pussy down on his impossible rock-hardness. She grunted in slight pain and uttered, "Also makes you very hard-ohhfuuuuckkk!" She cried out as Gordon vengefully took her hips and pumped upwards into her cunt. "Yeah," he breathed and fucked upwards harder and harder until she bled, "Ohh, fuck, aagghhh!!" She whimpered and Juzuku helped her off his cock.
Juzuku mounted him and pumped her pussy up and down his steel shaft. She had a stronger pussy than Aziran, though it was still soft as heaven. She pounded herself mercilessly onto his balls and lap. Gordon winced. She told him, "You won't be finished with me so easily, like you did Aziran."
From the corner of his vision, Gordon saw Nicole walk naked to him and put her hands on his shoulders, massing him. "Relax, Gordon. Mmmm, Juzuko's giving you a nice cock riding huh?" "Oh, yeah," he said. She told Juzuko, "Go easy on him." "As you wish."
Nicole sucked on Gordon's outer ears and whispered, "I'm so happy to have found you. Not many real cannibals left in these parts. Good coupling and partnership is hard to find." Juzuko took his hands and put them on her breasts. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples as she bobbed fast on his lap, impaling her pussy with his cock.
At one point, Gordon came and came until he emptied his balls in Juzuko. Pleased with his deposit, she dismounted and kissed him lightly on the top left side of the head. When she left, Nicole took her rightful place on his cock, sinking her cunt all the way down to his balls, so they squished beautifully against her labia.
This wasn't the same as fucking his mother, Gordon knew. He and Nicole shared a bond that was stronger. They were like a unique species to themselves, apart from mundane humanity.
A muscular naked man came and placed a necklace of chopped meat around her neck. Nicole thanked him and he left to serve other guests. She removed Gordon's shirt and kissed his chest and nipples, all the way up to his lips where she probed into his mouth with her tongue. It felt familiar to him and he welcomed it with his tongue like an old friend. "Mmmffllmm, found you," she spoke tongue to tongue.
They kissed passionately for two minutes, then Nicole bobbed up and down on his lap, moving her pussy the full length of Gordon's shaft. She brought their heads together and breathed on him, taking in his breath as well. Soon Gordon was hungry for her and hungry for the human meat strung in a necklace around her.
He took a bite and she said, "Ah, that's it. Eat." She held the necklace out to him and he nibbled, munched, then gobbled the tasty human flesh, cooked cannibal style to perfection.
For two hours, Nicole rode Gordon's cock slow and deep, up into her. He came uncontrollably and incessantly, always having more cum to give her. It was in their biology - he would always have cum for her and she would always be hungry to receive it, and they would feast on human flesh in depraved cannibal love.
Finally, she dismounted and said, "You have to go back home. Your mother will be sending the cops out to look for you." "Oh, all right." "Don't worry. We'll see each other again." "Whatever." He hated her for inducting him into this life of cannibalism and revealing and reinforcing the connection between them, only for her to tell him that he needed to go home.
When he did get home, his mother and father scolded him. They asked him where he had been, and he told them that he had visited a night club. Was it a strip bar? his mother asked. Yeah, he answered. She was angry for more than the obvious reasons. She thought she was the only one he would be thinking of, after their game of Blast Off in the kitchen. How immature, mom, Gordon thought.
Nicole continued to show up for tutorial at the house, but soon Penny got so good that it was unnecessary paying the high tutorial fees anymore. Nicole wished Penny all the best and concentrated her efforts on her other tutorial students.
When she didn't show up or call for a week, Gordon became miserable and sick, as if a vital part of him was missing. Damn you, Nicole. I hate you, fucking bitch! Then he would go to the bathroom and masturbate thinking about her, and afterward hate himself more for it.
On his eighteenth birthday, Gordon ran away from home and slept in an alley for one night.
During that night, two big guys with red eyes came up to him and looked him over like he were a piece of meat. They were cannibals, but slightly different. "Looks like he could be one of us," said one. The other shook his head, "Can't sense his strength or his hunger. Maybe he is, but he doesn't belong with us." "Then should we kill him?" "We should." One of them reached out and grabbed Gordon's shoulder. Then he unleashed his inner cannibal and ripped them both to shreds.
Staring at the chunks of meat and bone he had reduced the big guys into, he feasted on their bloody flesh and roared for all the cannibals in the world to hear.
Twenty-three miles away in a large house. "What the fuck was that," asked Ronda, Nicole's current cannibal partner. She had felt the tremor in the energy that connected all cannibals (sort of like the Force in Star Wars). They were both naked, and had been asleep in bed, bodies intertwined.
Nicole sprang out of bed and put on clothes. It was 12:27 in the middle of the night. Ronda, Mexican and still a bit sleepy, looked questioningly at her lover. "What is it, Nicole?" "Responsibility and maybe also my punishment." "Punishment for what?" "For leaving him out alone too long." "Who? You're not making any sense." "Don't worry. If I live, I'll come back and make love to you, then sense won't matter."
Nicole, along with two of her male cousins, an older Indonesian man, and a Jordanian teenaged girl - all of them cannibals and a regular hunting pack - found Gordon trying to make his bed out of a bunch of garbage bags and trash cans.
He saw them and said, "What took you guys so long?" Nicole held out an inviting hand and he rushed to her, hugging and kissing her all over. "Whoa," said one of her cousins. "Does Ronda know about this? She's gonna be pissed." "Understatement," said a voice from behind them.
It was Ronda, two British males in their prime, an African in his early twenties, and three South American women - all of them a part of Ronda's cannibal group that were making a treaty with Nicole's people. Ronda said, "So you've got a little puppy love that you've been hiding from me?" Nicole pushed Gordon back onto the pile of garbage and said, "Ronda, sweetheart, what are are you doing out here?" "Don't sweetheart me! How long has this been going on?" Gordon said, "I've had enough anger and violence for one night. Can't we all go some place nice and just sleep this off?"
They didn't. Ronda and her group attacked Nicole and her group. Blood splattered wildly in the alley. Everyone died, eaten and torn to ribbons, except for Gordon. He was left alone to pick up the pieces, literally.
Five years later, Gordon owned the Meat House. He kept everything as depraved and wrong as he had first seen when introduced to the place by Nicole. Naked women still lounged on mountains of food, teenaged girls still got tortured by older couples, horses and dogs were treated with as much respect and sexual interest as normal people, unnecessary individuals still provided the primary source of protein for the Meat House.
He was sitting in the darkest booth when two figures emerged from the shadows. It was his mother, Rebecca, and his sister, Penny (now grown into a beautiful young woman). "What are you two doing here?" "Is that a question to be asking your mother and sister who haven't seen you in five years?" "I guess not," he mumbled.
He realized they were both dressed in black short skirts, black leather boots, and short black shirts that showed their mid-riffs. Their hair was dyed black. "Wow! You're both into black."
Rebecca said, "Actually, we're both prostitutes and we operate on this very street. We got tired of standing outside so we decided to pop into this fine establishment and we were told the owner was sitting here. Naturally curious, we came and saw you. Our son and brother, lord of corruption." Gordon wagged a finger, "Not all corruption. Could I get you two something to eat?" Rebecca smiled, "We're prostitutes by choice. I still give consultation to people interested in interior decoration and get paid more money than I can handle; and Penny is a math genius who gets paid over a million dollars every year just to breath and think mathematically."
"Wow, good for you," said Gordon. "I have to run this place. That's pretty much how I make a living." "Poor, Gordo," said Penny. She made a pouting face and then started stripping. "Gordo needs a good reminding of what family is for." Her body was perfect and so was her mothers as they got in full nude before Gordon.
He ordered a steamed human head and a bowl of spiced vagina and testicle soup. "You ladies don't mind if I feast on bits of human being while feasting my eyes on your loveliness, do you?" Penny answered, "As long as we get to order some for ourselves." Gordon couldn't believe what he was hearing. She thought as said to the waiter, "I'll have a teenaged thigh and a pickled old lady's hand. What will you have, mom?" Rebecca ordered an adult heart and peeled face lasagna.
"You both have really good taste in human flesh," said Gordon, impressed. Rebecca and Penny went to him and undressed him.
Penny mounted herself on his lap first and began to ride his cock. "Ohhh, yeeaahhh!" she said as he impaled her pussy on his hard cock. Gordon grabbed her ass and sucked on her boobs as they bounced in front of his face. He came in her three times, then she dismounted and Rebecca went on.
She rode his meat pole facing him, for five minutes, in which he came twice. Then she turned and rode him reverse for twenty minutes and he came four times in that.
Gordon took them to a big lounge that wasn't used and had Penny lay herself back on the leather cushion. Pulling her legs on either side of his waist, he pushed his cock into her pussy and thrust back and forth. She moaned as he hammered away into her soft pussy and increased his speed and weight of thrust until his meat invading her body was all she could think about. "Ohhhh, ffffuuffuuckkkk!!" she climaxed on his cock and he shot back a stream of semen into her pussy.
Next, Rebecca lay against the lounge with her legs held up against her, allowing Gordon to simply lean forward and plug her deep and thorough with his cock. "Ohh, fuck, mom, you've still got a great pussy," he moaned. "Thanks, son, fuck, ohh, fuck!" she cried as he pummeled her cunt for fifteen minutes straight until they both climaxed onto each other.
The next day, Rebecca and Penelope moved in with Gordon into his big apartment atop the Meat House. They continued to be prostitutes by choice, while also working as interior decorator and mathematician. Gordon continued rising in power and eventually became recognized and highly respectable in the secretive cannibal community.
Penelope and Rebecca were also regularly featured in the Meat House, on the food pile stage, where they got fucked, sucked, tortured, abused, and degraded by all sorts of unsavory characters who ventured into the Meat House.
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