Tea Time

by Rouen

Stanley stood bound to the palm tree. He was still dressed in his khaki shorts, golf shirt, knee socks and hiking boots. The pith helmet was still on his head. Elizabeth was tied to the tree next to him. Their attire was identical, right down to the pith helmet. They had joked about this when they had first been commsioned by the Royal Geographic Society to document with words and photos the lifestyle of the Nubani tribesmen.

"What if they decide to eat us, darling?"

Stanley laughed. "That is the stuff of legends, my love. I daresay that there are more cannibals in the western world than in the third."

A look at the cooking pot in front of them turned the speculation to reality. "They really do intend to cook and eat us...." said Elizabeth with a resigned, vacant expression.

"I fear that is so. We are no more to them than sconces at tea-time."

Elizabeth saw the two tribesmen coming for her. They cut her bonds and motioned for her to disrobe. Panic seized her. "Oh God, they are going to put me in that thing, as naked as a goose at Christmas."

"Do as they say, darling," replied Stanley. "I fear that any fighting back would only result in more torture."

Elizabeth untied her boots and removed her socks. She stripped off her shirts and shorts. Once her panties and bra were removed, she stood naked in the hot jungle sun. Naken except for her pith helmet.

"And what of you my love.."

"I suppose that I am expected to watch...."

And watch he did. He watched as they took his wife to the cookpot, bound her hand and foot and lowered her into the still cool water. He saw them light the fire around the cauldron and watched intently as the water started to simmer.

The grim reality of her situation grasped Elizabeth. "They are really going to do it Stanley. They are going to boil and eat me."

"I know, love. Keep a stiff upper lip and think of England."

The water began to come to a rolling boil. Stanley watched as the bubbles popped around her ample breasts. Her skin was red and she was in a state of unimaginable pain. "Stanley", she gasped, "Tell them to kill me. Kill me yourself if you can. I am boiling, steeped like a teabag."

"I'm sorry dear. Rest assured, I will be with you shortly."

"But I can feel the bubbles between my legs. I can feel my flesh getting tender. MY GOD, I CAN SMELL MYSELF COOKING..."

Stanley could feel something himself. An erection.

"Tell them to kill me. Kill me and eat." With that, she sank into the boiling water. She was done.

"I hope you enjoyed your supper", said the Chief to Stanley.

"Almost as much as I enjoyed watching her cook. You know, she always was one for oral sex. I suppose I have fulfilled her fantasy completely."

"Can we expect another good feast in the future?"

Stanley leaned back and bit off another portion of Elizabeth's leg. "I have my eye on a rather plump one in the West End........"

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