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 No.21541

Just a little something I started this morning in readiness for the new rules! I've not abandoned the others, just had this beginning in my head so wanted to get it down. Enjoy!

Pt 1

After her shower in the hotel bathroom, twenty year old Elizabeth looked at her naked body in the mirror, her flame-red hair hanging in long, wet rat-tails around her shoulders. She cupped her large, round breasts and looked at them thoughtfully. She knew that is was these that had gained her popularity at college as well as earning her the nickname Jessica after Jessica Rabbit. She was also under no illusion that they had helped to land her this job in the first place but now they were going to be responsible for her death. Well, she admitted to herself, not just her breasts. She turned her back towards the mirror and looked over her shoulder, admiring her nice juicy rump which was sure to be a major attraction at the feast if the negotiations went well.

Elizabeth was a junior researcher at a production company specialising in anthropological documentaries and the presenter she worked most closely with was hoping to pull off the scoop of the century! The cannibal tribes of the Dolcett Islands had been known about for some time but no film crews had ever been permitted to visit. Months of patient negotiation and exchange of gifts had resulted in her boss gaining the permission of the islanders to visit and film them for three days but the broadcasters who would carry the film were concerned that showing the native women cooked would be deemed exploitative. An agreement had been reached that, for balance, an English woman would be shown cooked and eaten by the islanders alongside any natives who may be shown. That is where Elizabeth came in. She remembered the mix of shock and excitement she had felt when she had been called into her boss’s office and told the vitally important role she was being asked to play. She had taken the afternoon to think about it but, before going home from work that day, she had returned to her boss’s office and agreed. After all, this was an opportunity to be part of history!

She could not deny that she had been fascinated by the idea of cannibalism since she was a small girl. There was, she knew, a girl in America campaigning for the practice to be legalised but she didn’t reckon on that getting very far any time soon and she was sure that, if it ever were to become legal, she would be far too old by then for anyone to have much interest in her meat. No, this was likely her one and only chance to fulfil her fantasy, and in front of millions around the world too for her boss was very well regarded and his documentaries always drew huge audiences!

 No.21543

Nice start! I'm excited to read your take on the classic cannibalistic tribe setting :)

 No.21597

Pt 2

The clock on the dressing table told Elizabeth she had just under thirty minutes to be ready and down at the dock. Like the rest of the crew, she has flown to the nearest city to the Dolcett Islands the day before and spent the night there. A small chartered boat would be taking them the rest of the way. She sat and dried her thick red hair with the hair-dryer, a towel wrapped around her chest and barely falling lower than her hips. Not that it mattered much now, of course.

Once her hair was dry, she rubbed a little moisturiser on her skin like she did after every shower and applied a little antiperspirant. It was a strange feeling, preparing to meet a group of people to whom she was going to be given as food but this is what she had agreed to after all!

She wrangled her impressive breasts into a sturdy bra, lamenting that she had been unable to wear anything cute and lacy since she was fifteen, and pulled on her panties. Her outfit had been chosen to be camera-friendly as well as comfortable of course, since the whole journey would form part of the eventual documentary, so it consisted of tight khaki shorts, a button-down shirt designed to be tied at the front revealing her midriff and long socks under hiking boots. All she needed, she giggled to herself as she looked in the mirror, was one of those funny hats and she’d look just like an explorer out of a 1950s comic strip! Although, she realised, that was probably the point as they often seemed to end up in a cannibal’s pot!

The pretty young redhead had no idea how she would be cooked, assuming they even accepted her which she somehow felt sure that they would, and that idea was very exciting. Her boss had taught her a few key words and phrases in the language of the islanders but she was far from fluent. Not that it really mattered as she was sure nobody expected meat to be especially chatty!

After one final glance around the room to check she’d not forgotten anything, Elizabeth slung her bag over her shoulder and headed down to the lobby where she found a few of the camera and sound crew milling around. They seemed happy to see her and gave a friendly wave. She went to join them and a few minutes later, her boss emerged from the elevator and greeted them all in the warm, fatherly voice that he was known for. Each carrying a couple of bags, the small party headed out and down to the dock where the rest of the crew were waiting with the heavier equipment. It was not long before the boat arrived and they were all helped safely aboard.

The view was lovely as they made the three-hour crossing to the island but Elizabeth felt restless. It was not her impending death that bothered her, she had made her peace with that long ago and was rather looking forward to it, but rather it was the strange feeling of having nothing to do. As an intern, she was used to having to run around after everyone else, making notes, fetching coffee, running this or that errand on demand but on this journey she had no role. She had come along as, essentially, a prop and, as such, had no jobs other than to look pretty and eventually get eaten!

Eventually, the boat docked and all the equipment was unloaded. A young man, clearly more comfortable with mainlanders than many of his fellows and wearing a pair of shorts was standing ready to greet them. He and the famous documentarian exchanged shallow bows then shook hands, clearly having met before. He worked his way around the crew and introduced himself in almost perfect English spoken, to Elizabeth’s amusement, with a slight American accent as if he had learned it mostly from TV.

 No.21636

This looks great. I'm looking forward to more!

 No.21639

Promising. I like it.



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