Dr. Sinclair and the Cannibals

by Rouen

Doctor Sinclair certainly didn't look like a research scientist investigating primate lifeforms in the rainforests. For one thing, all of her clothes were gone with the exception of her glasses. She stood naked, her bare feet shifting nervously on the jungle floor. In front of her stood the cookpot. Her well-porpotioned nude body would soon be boiling alive in that pot. The tribe, many of whom spoke English, had graciously allowed her to choose her own method of cooking. Roasting on a spit, however, would have exsposed her flesh to open flames as would the other method of being staked out over an open fire pit. The least painful way to death and her eventual fate as the main course would be the stew pot.

The chief examined her plump breasts and buttocks with a hungry gleam in his eye. "These will make good, tender cuts," he said.

"I want her toes," said another. "They will be so tender that they will fall off the bones."

Dr. Sinclair sighed with resignation. "Let's get this over with shall we? I hate to be late for dinner."

The drums beat a cadence as she walked to the pot. The water was still cool, but the wood had been piled around it and would soon be lit. She stepped into the pot, wiggling her toes in the water. The chief bound her hands behind her and lowered her gently into the caldron. The tips of her nipples floated above the water.

"Allright," said the Doctor, "I'm naked, shaven, and have already taken care of any bodily functions. I suppose it's time to light the fire."

Wihtout a pause the Chief did just that. Soon, Doctor Sinclair was simmering in her own broth. It was not an unpleasant feeling at all.

"How long before I come to a rolling boil?" she asked.

"Long time. We cook you slowly so you be tender. You will go to sleep before the boiling begins. We want you tender and juicey, Doctor."

"Please, call me Catherine. Do you suppose I could have a taste of my stew before I boil away?"

"Certainly," responded the chief. He motioned to a native who was stirring chopped vegetables and spices into Catherine's pot. "Give her a taste."

Catherine took the ladle and drank it down. She was quite tasty after all and, now that she could smell herself cooking, she found herself very aromatic.

"I hope you enjoy eating me as much as I'm enjoying being cooked." With that, she closed her eyes and leaned back into the stew. She could feel the water boiling and bubbling between her legs and at her nipples. She lost conciousness soon afterwards.

The water rose to a heavy boil. The young ladies flesh began to melt from her bones and float tot he surface. There would be no need to carve this one, just dip out the morsels.

Dr. Caterine Sinclair's bones were gathered up after the feast and distributed to the women of the tribe. They would make nice jewelry.

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