Kathy and the Cannibals

"That's great, Stephanie! Could you put a bit more arc into your back, please?"

Stephanie complied, thrusting her splendid breasts out for all to see. Her tight, white cotton t-shirt was cropped just below her exquisite mammary spheres. She wore nothing beneath the half-shirt, and the cotton was thoroughly soaked. The other women found it quite easy to form a complete and accurate image of Stephanie's breasts. No detail--size, shape, nipple color--was left to the imagination. Only the editors of Sports Illustrated would be audacious enough to claim that there was any meaningful distinction between Stephanie's wet t-shirt look and complete nudity.

"Would you please hurry?" Stephanie asked with a pout. "I think there are snakes in this river!"

"Just a few more shots, Steph! That's lovely."

On the banks of the river, a sleek blonde in a green-yellow bikini paced back and forth impatiently. "Enough of this," she finally decided. "I'm going for a walk."

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Kathy?" asked a statuesque beauty with an Australian accent.

"No, I'm not. But it beats the hell out of standing here staring at Stephanie's tits."

"Oh, I rather admire Stephanie's breasts," the Australian replied with a smile.

"That's not the point. They pay thousands of dollars to bring us all down here to this beautiful jungle, and what do we do once we're here? We stand around and look gorgeous while someone takes our picture. It's the same damn thing every time. We go to all these exotic places, but all we ever see is the front of a zoom lens."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," the other woman agreed. "Just be careful, OK?"

"Don't worry, Elle. My shoot's the last one of the day. It'll be hours before he's ready for me."

"Just don't get lost, Kathy."

"I promise I won't go far." With a smile, Kathy turned away from the river and made her way into the jungle.

She had only taken a few steps when she realized how vast and utterly silent the jungle was. The photo shoot, a tiny island of civilization, seemed very far away, though she knew it was only a few yards behind her. She marveled at how alien, how foreign the jungle seemed. But of course, she was the real foreigner here, a fair-skinned blonde many, many miles from home. It excited her to be in this strange, mysterious world. It was almost as if she had journeyed to another planet altogether. All around her were plants and birds she had never seen before. She reminded herself not to go too far; if she got lost, she might never find her way back to the photo shoot. But it was hard to resist the temptation to explore this fascinating jungle.

Suddenly Kathy stepped past the jungle's mighty trees into a large clearing. She heard a soft rustling sound behind her, beside her, all around her. And in an instant, Kathy was surrounded. She caught her breath in astonishment. She had discovered a tribe of South American natives! They were all very tall, with olive-colored skin and long, straight, jet-black hair. There were about a dozen of them, and Kathy realized to her amazement that they were all women! It was almost impossible to believe--she had stumbled upon a genuine tribe of Amazons! The native women were all very beautiful, very muscular. They were naked except for leather loincloths, and they all had large, round breasts with dark nipples.

One of the women smiled and extended her hand towards Kathy. Kathy returned the smile, and stepped forward to take her hand. The other Amazons gathered around Kathy--surely they were welcoming her into their home! It was so exciting! Kathy couldn't wait to tell the other models about her discovery.

The Amazons began to touch Kathy's exposed flesh, gently stroking her belly, her thighs. At first she pulled away in alarm. But then she realized that they had probably never seen pale skin like hers before. They were just experiencing a healthy curiosity. She decided to let them continue. As they caressed her soft skin, she felt her nipples harden within her bikini top. At first that surprised her too, but then she decided that it was perfectly natural. Kathy was a confirmed bisexual, and these women WERE quite beautiful. It was perfectly normal that she would find their touch arousing.

Then the woman who had first beckoned to Kathy--Kathy supposed this was their leader--slid her fingers under the shoulder strap of Kathy's bikini. Kathy squealed in astonishment, but the Amazon woman either didn't notice, didn't understand or didn't care. The blonde model felt someone fumbling with the back of her swimsuit. Kathy smiled. Presumably these women had never encountered modern swimsuit technology before. They might never figure out how to unhook her top. But that presented Kathy with a difficult choice: should she leave her top on, as modesty demanded, or should she take it off, as her hosts clearly wanted her to? The Amazons all went topless; for all she knew, it might be some kind of an insult to them if she kept her breasts covered. Impulsively, Kathy reached around behind her back and unhooked her bikini. She felt a strange, exhilarating sense of freedom as she removed the bikini. Back home, she was one of the few supermodels who refused to be photographed topless. But here, with these women, it just seemed so natural, so right. Kathy pulled off her top with a flourish, revealing her splendid, firm breasts. The women smiled at the sight of her hard, pink nipples. Kathy flushed slightly.

Now their hands began to roam over her body once again. This time they were pulling and tugging at her g-string. Kathy's pulse raced as they began to peel the g-string off of her hips. Could she really let them strip her naked like this? Could she really stand here in front of a dozen women, without a stitch of clothing on? Even the Amazons wore loincloths--why were they taking off her g-string? But Kathy's decision was made for her this time--the Amazons had no trouble figuring out how to remove the bottom half of her bikini. Within moments it lay in a crumpled heap at her feet, and Kathy was completely naked. The Amazons gazed admiringly at her pink, shaven pussy. Kathy stepped gingerly out of her panties, and there she was, completely naked in the middle of the Amazon jungle.

The hands were on her once again. Kathy felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. It was incredibly erotic to be standing here at the center of this circle of gorgeous women, to feel their warm, soft hands caressing her. Kathy couldn't wait to see what happened next. What did these Amazons do for pleasure? Did they know about cunnilingus? Kathy's nipples were so hard they hurt. She felt like she was in a fantasy, or a beautiful, erotic dream.

Suddenly two of the women grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back. She felt them slip something rough and course around her wrists--a rope? Kathy opened her mouth to protest, but she was confronted by a mouthful of warm, damp cloth. It took her a moment to figure out what had happened. There was something awfully familiar about how this cloth tasted. It tasted like a woman's arousal, like pussy juice, which was a taste that Kathy knew well. She realized to her horror that they had wadded up her g-string and shoved it into her mouth! She tried to scream, but quickly discovered that the g-string made a very effective gag. All that came out were a few pathetic whimpers. What was happening? The tribe had seemed so friendly, but now they had bound and gagged her. Kathy began to panic. They had caught her completely off guard, and now she was utterly at their mercy. They could do whatever they wanted to her.

The Amazons led their helpless captive through the clearing and into the jungle. The party moved through dense jungle vegetation for several minutes. Kathy realized to her dismay that every step took her further away from her friends, further from any hope of rescue, further from the photo shoot's tiny island of safety. She wished now that she had never left. Why hadn't she listened to Elle?

The party emerged into a second, smaller clearing. There were two more Amazon women here; they were slicing vegetables and dropping them into an enormous cauldron which was heating over a huge bonfire. Kathy's eyes widened as the truth hit her. These women were cannibals! Kathy felt sick to her stomach. All those gentle strokes and tender caresses--that hadn't been sexual at all. They had been inspecting her meat, sizing up her breasts and thighs the way Kathy might examine a good t-bone steak at the supermarket!

Kathy began to squirm in her bonds as they neared the cooking pot. She knew that once they got her in there, she would be doomed. She had to do whatever she could to stay out of that pot! But to her surprise, she realized that they were leading her past the cauldron, to a large tree which stood at the edge of the clearing. Here one of the Amazons threw the end of Kathy's wrist rope over a branch. The Amazon barely even had to flex her muscles to lift Kathy's lithe body off the ground. The native woman tied the rope to the base of the tree, leaving Kathy dangling by the wrists. Kathy whimpered softly through her g-string gag as fiery pain shot into her wrists. The whole weight of her body now rested on those delicate joints, and the slightest motion brought her incredible agony. She tried very hard to remain still.

The entire tribe was gathering around Kathy's helpless, naked body, and Kathy noticed that each of the Amazons held a thick, wide leather strap. Her heart began to pound wildly beneath her breasts as she realized that they were going to whip her! But why torture her like this, if they planned to eat her? It didn't make sense. But suddenly Kathy had a vision of herself in her kitchen back home, working on a thick steak with a meat tenderizing mallet. That had to be it--they meant to tenderize her before boiling her alive!

The strokes began to fall upon her like rain, and she could do nothing but squirm and scream through a mouthful of panties. The Amazons whipped her with ruthless efficiency, covering every square inch of her naked body with whipping sores. The agony was incredible, and it seemed to come from everywhere at once--at any given moment, Kathy was being lashed by half a dozen whips simultaneously. She couldn't even distinguish the individual strokes; there was just a vast, undifferentiated pain. The Amazons layered the strokes up and down her body, across her naked breasts, her belly, her sleek thighs. Kathy's flesh began to blaze from the whipping. Soon her entire skin felt like it was on fire--a grim preview of the cooking to come. Every inch of her hurt at all times. Kathy's existing sores kept her in agony from head to toe, regardless of which spot the Amazons were working on at the moment.

Kathy had never felt so helpless before. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. An hour ago, she had been one of the highest paid models in the world. Now she was a side of beef. She had no idea how long the whipping had been going on, but she knew she couldn't endure much more of it. She felt herself beginning to slip into unconsciousness. Maybe that was for the best--at least this way, she might be spared the horror of being cooked alive.

The Amazons weren't that merciful, however. Their leader held up her hand, and the whipping stopped instantly. The rope was untied, and Kathy fell to the jungle floor in an untidy heap. The Amazons lifted her body, which now glowed pink from the whipping, and carried her towards the cauldron.

As they lowered her into the caldron, Kathy was surprised to find that the water was no hotter than bathwater. It occurred to her that it must take quite a long time to heat this much water. After the brutal whipping she had received, she found it strangely relaxing to soak in the cauldron. But the tubers and vegetables which floated by from time to time reminded her that this was a stew, not a bath. Suddenly she was possessed with a bizarre desire to find out what the stew would taste like. Would she make a good meal?

Kathy sat patiently in the cauldron, her wrists bound behind her, as the water gradually heated. The water came up to her neck; her whole body was submerged. She felt warm, relaxed, and oddly at peace. Mainly she was just glad that the horrible whipping had stopped. The tribe gathered around to watch her cook. Kathy wished she could say something to them. They would never even know her name. To them she would just be another meal--or would she? Kathy wondered if white American girl tasted much different from their usual fare. Would they be talking about this exotic dinner for years to come? She hoped so.

The water continued to heat. Now it felt more like a sauna. Kathy began to get sleepy. It really wasn't such a bad way to die. She would just drift off to sleep, and never wake up again. The Amazons added spices to the water, began to stir it. "Yes, that's it," Kathy thought. "Make a tasty stew out of me. Enjoy my meat. Grow strong on my flesh, sisters."

Kathy let her head drop back as she felt herself slip toward unconsciousness. But the Amazon women weren't finished torturing her yet. With a signal from the Amazon leader, one of the women reached into the pot and grabbed her by her hair. Another woman dipped her finger into a jar of some mysterious substance and smeared it across Kathy's upper lip. Kathy twisted her head weakly from side to side as the woman applied more of the thick, sticky goo just under her nose. Kathy breathed in deeply -- and was accosted by the foul, pungent aroma of the goo. As the women released her she wondered what the stuff was and why they had smeared it on her.

Kathy didn't have to wait long for an answer. As she breathed the fumes of the paste on her upper lip, she found that she no longer felt sleepy. Quite the contrary -- her awareness heightened as she breathed the mysterious gasses. Kathy started as she realized what had happened. The paste was some sort of evil mixture of smelling salts and simulant. The women intended to literally let her boil alive!

A few mintues ago, the soup around her had felt like a gentle steam bath. Now Kathy felt the heat of the water sharply. The water was not that much hotter now than it had been then. But Kathy's senses were growing more acute thanks to the special paste on her lip. Kathy began to squirm uncomfortably in the pot. Desperately, she tried to clean the paste from her lip. Her hands bound, she could not wipe off the foul substance. Further, to her dismay, it clung to her lip stubbornly even when she tried to wash it off in the soup.

Kathy wimpered through the panty gag in her mouth. Her eyes widened with growing fear. She looked at the women gathered around the pot with pleading eyes. They simply smiled and chattered quietly, obviously enjoying the show.

The spicy soup around Kathy slowly grew very uncomfortably hot. Kathy, the paste having restored some of her strength, tried to stand in order to get out of the cookpot. But she found she had no leverage and her feeble attempts were rebuffed by a quick shove from one of the attendant Amazons. Kathy found she could do nothing but cry. She was doomed to slowly boil to death, the lip paste keeping her awake and alert to the bitter end.

It took over an hour for the cauldron to come to a rolling boil. After about half that time, Kathy's body weakened in the heat to the point where she could no longer hold her head above the soup. The Amazon women, mildly annoyed that her body wasn't stronger, secured a rope under her arms and over the edge of the pot to prop her up so that she could not drown. Kathy, very much alive and aware during the whole time, wimpered feebly into her gag as she felt her flesh cook in the steamy soup.

Kathy spent her last few minutes feeling the soup churn and bubble around her. She had weakened to the point that not even the lip paste could keep her alive and awake any longer. Her skin was deep pink, severely scalded, and wrinkled. Her muscles felt like heavy jelly. Even her bones ached in the relentless heat. With great relief, Kathy succumbed to boiling soup. The Amazon women smiled as they saw Kathy draw her last breath. They were going to eat well tonight.