Succulent Prey (3 page)

masterpiece. The canvas dripped with

red. There were gasps al around.

"This is some very passionate work, Joseph. What inspired you to create

this?"

The woman's voice trembled. She'd be

cal ing his counselor the minute class

was over. They'd have his ass on a

psychiatrist's couch by the end of the

week and once they found out everything else that was in his head they'd stick him in a straitjacket and toss him in a

padded room. He had to say something

to dissuade them from thinking he was

crazy, but he couldn't focus. The proximity of his fel ow students was making his

mouth water. The air was thick and

humid with the smel of warm, young

flesh. He stared from one to the other, not looking at their faces but at breasts squeezed tight into little T-shirts and blouses, nipples pressed against the

fabric, naked thighs sticking out from

beneath shorts and skirts, bare arms,

necks, even the shaved calves at the

bottom of a pair of Capri pants were

arousing him. Joe wanted to scream.

Worse yet, he wanted to attack.

"I don't know. I-I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. This is wonderful work. An artist should be passionate.

Raw bleeding passion is what makes an

artist and if this is what you have inside of you then you should do quite wel . It reminds me of Francis Bacon." The art teacher smiled at him, laughing at his

obvious embarrassment. Joe tried not to be insulted by her delight over his

discomfort but he felt as if he was being patronized, even mocked.

Joe looked at the canvas again. It did

look a little like something Francis

Bacon would have painted. He looked

back at the art teacher's forced smile

and now recognized it as little more than an attempt to reassure him. She was not ridiculing him. Not baring her fangs.

"Thank you," Joe whispered sheepishly.

"It real y is an intense piece." Despite her praise, Joe could stil hear the nervousness in her voice and smel

the fear in her perspiration. His nostrils fil ed with the scent of her arousal.

Luckily she did absolutely nothing for him sexual y.

His classmates continued to gawk at his work, some praising, some condemning,

others casting nervous, disgusted

glances his way. Final y, the model,

who'd run out of the room, came back.

Al eyes turned to her as she tiptoed

back into the room with a robe wrapped

around her and her shoes in her hands.

The slender woman looked over the

teacher's shoulder at the canvas with her big, nervous, watery, doe eyes and then at Joseph. She shuddered. An insecure

smile crept tentatively onto her lips,

testing the waters before splashing

across her face.

"Is this me? Is this how you see me?" Her voice was smal and timid but there was something sultry in it too. Her eyes locked with Joe's as if chal enging him.

"Yes. That's what I saw." Joe averted his eyes. Ashamed.

"I like it. It scares me. Nothing's ever real y scared me before."

"Then you can keep it."

"What? You can't give this away. At least let me pay you for it."

"No. It's yours. You inspired it. You should have it."

The model looked down at the canvas

again with the angry slashes of red

ripping through the pinks and tans and

she shuddered once more.

"I inspired it?" she whispered, awed.

"Yes."

"Then let me take you out to dinner or something to pay for it."

Joe looked up at her with that

carnivorous lust stil brimming in his

eyes.

"I don't think that would be wise." The girl's mouth opened and then shut

again. She wandered out of the room

holding the canvas in front of her at

arm's length, just staring at it. Everyone else got up and slowly filtered out of the room behind her. Joe quietly gathered

up his things and left as wel .

He was so aroused that he almost

sprinted across campus to get back to

his dorm room to masturbate. It was late and he was hoping that his roommate

would be out at one of the bars or

something so he'd have a few moments

alone.

He was barely through the door before

the phone rang. It was his father again. He was drunk and in the mood to

confess, to unburden his soul.

"Look, son, you know I love you, don't you? You're the only good thing in my

world and I don't want you to turn out like me. That's why I'm so hard on you, boy. I just don't want you to wind up like me. I don't think it's in you anyway real y. You're too soft. Do you know what I am, son?

I've done terrible things, boy. Real y awful things. Not even your momma knows

about it. But I think you should know . . . "

"You're drunk, Dad. Go to sleep." Joe hung up the phone and climbed

under the covers. He didn't quite feel like masturbating anymore.

He slept for two hours and when he

awoke there were three messages on

his answering machine. They were al

from his father.

"Joey? You there boy? I shouldn't be saying al of this on a damned machine. Answer the phone! I've got to tel you

about that kid Damon, the one who

attacked you when you were little. Joe, pick up the phone!"

Joe pressed the button to erase and the next message came on.

"Look ... that Damon kid ... I knew him. I

..

Joe erased that one too.

"There were a lot of women ... and kids. I couldn't control myself. It was like ... an addiction."

Joe hit ERASE and pul ed the phone

cord out of the wal . He plopped down in front of the computer and opened a

book to read. It was a zoological text

cal ed Perfect Predators. Joe smiled as if laughing at some private joke.

Chapter Three

There are some cultures that believe you can only know God by examining his

works. Not by reading a book or

listening to the superstitious ramblings of some hypocritical child-molesting

priest, but by watching his movements in nature. It fol owed logical y from there that to know what God wants you must

look at those creatures who lack the wil to do other than what nature had

intended of them, those creatures

programmed by nature to act solely on

instinct.

Joe liked to study animals, particularly the predators. It helped him to

the predators. It helped him to

understand the natural instincts that

drove human behavior. Joe had many

questions about so-cal ed aberrant

behavior in humans. Could it be that

what we cal ed aberrant behavior was in fact the natural state of man? Was there an instinct to kil ? An instinct to rob, rape, maim, and destroy? In animals Joe saw

every act that man had proclaimed

criminal and sinful performed with

startling regularity. In nature there was homosexuality, incest, patricide,

matricide, infanticide, war, robbery, rape, necrophilia, and cannibalism. In

countless nature documentaries Joe

watched with interest as baboons

murdered chimpanzees, ate their own

young, and stole food from one another. He watched dogs raping their own

mothers, and lions attacking and kil ing other male lions and murdering and

cannibalizing their offspring. Joe didn't feel like such a monster when he looked at the behaviors God appeared to favor. God was apparently a lunatic.

Joe flipped through the pictures of the big jungle cats in his zoology book and felt a stirring kinship. They al enjoyed their positions at the top of their

respective food chains. Yet man alone

sat uncontested atop the global food

chain, the superpredator. There was

nothing on earth on which man did not

prey in one way or another, either for

food, clothing, medicines, hair products, jewelry, good luck charms, or merely for sport. Yet man had no natural

predatorexcept man himself.

Joe stared in admiration at a picture of a sleek jaguar pouncing on a gazel e and

smiled, imagining what it must feel like to take that first bite and taste the flood of warm blood from a lacerated artery fil your mouth. He turned the next page to a photograph of a baboon crushing the

skul of a smal chimpanzee. The pain

and terror in the monkey's eyes excited him. He imagined himself as the

baboon, his jaws clamping down on the

skul of a young coed, his sharp canines piercing her brain. Joe squirmed

uncomfortably in his seat as his erection swel ed.

The hunger in his bel y merged with the hunger in his loins to form something

dark and murderous, awakening the

predator coiled in his gut waiting for the scent of prey. He looked at his sleeping roommate across the room, tucked

beneath the blankets, snoring softly, and his stomach growled at the prospect of

fresh meat. The monster was ravenous

tonight.

Joe turned with effort away from the stil form of his roommate and closed the

zoology book. He flicked on the PC and

pul ed the monster out of his shorts,

taking it firmly in hand. He was sick of studying. It was time for a break. He

went online and quickly found his favorite website. He clicked on the icon at the

bottom of the cannibal sex site and

brought up a page labeled "The

Preparation of Human Flesh For Human

Consumption." He began to read as he masturbated in long languid strokes to

the descriptions of dismemberment and

cannibalism.

For the best taste, choose very firm

breasts with large nipples (half an inch or more in length) that stand up high on a girl's chest. Large breasts (36C to

40DD) with fat marbled into the meat

make the softest and moistest cuts, so

easy to chew you can almost eat them

raw. The breast should be sliced off

close to the rib bones, thus leaving some muscle under the breast meat. Serve

sliced thinly cut diagonal y, with or without the nipples intact, in sauce. If she is lactating you can use the milk to create a delicate cream sauce.

Joe began to salivate. He scrol ed down further on the Web page as he stroked

himself energetical y, casting an

occasional glance over at his sleeping

roommate, hoping the guy wouldn't

suddenly wake up and interrupt him. It

would be a shame to have to kil him,

although now he was certainly in the

mood for it.

If the girl is to be cooked alive, she

should be given several enemas and

starved for at least 1-2 days prior to

serving. She should be flushed out

thoroughly (through both her anus and

her urethra), al body hair removed

(except her head hair, if the head is to be used for decoration), and the body

washed down completely. Before

starting, a painkil er should be

administered. A strong alcoholic

beverage is suggested, as it tends to

improve the taste of the meat. If you are thinking of marinating the meat in wine then you might consider using that wine as the anesthesia to begin the

marinating process.

Once the girl is properly anesthetized, with a very sharp knife careful y open her bel y from just above her vagina to her sternum, not slicing too deep. Unlike

venison or beef this meat is best served rather gamy, rich with the taste of fear. You want the girl to be alive right up until you cut off the first tender slice of this most choice and delicious meat.

"Yes!" Joe exclaimed breathlessly, shuddering with ecstasy as he reached

up to pinch his nipples and slather his palm in saliva. Joe desperately wanted

to know what the flesh of a living,

breathing woman tasted like. He wanted

her to be conscious and aware,

watching as he tore the meat from her

bones. He reached back down and took

his erection in hand again, delighting in the slick feel of his own saliva as he

jerked on his blood-gorged penis.

You may decide to leave the uterus intact as this can be stuffed. Rinse out the

body cavity with clean water, rub the

inside with butter and herbs. Core out

the anus and stitch shut. Stuff her bel y if desired with rice or stuffing mix, and sew the incision shut. Weigh her after gutting and stuffing and calculate her cooking

time by the fol owing rule: Barbecue 1520 minutes per pound, and oven roast @

375 degrees for 25-30 minutes per

pound. Few girls wil live longer than 1

hour while cooking since she wil die as soon as her heart starts to cook.

Joe knew that most of the stuff on the

site was bul shit. No one could survive the torturous ordeal of being vivisected long enough for you to cook them alive. Stil , like al good pornography, it was al about the fantasy. He closed his eyes

and tried to imagine himself as a chef

serving up fresh girl meat. He felt the orgasm building within him as he

imagined the aroma of freshly cooked

flesh and tried to envision what the look in the woman's eyes would be as he

peeled off bits of her flesh and devoured it before her as her heart boiled in her chest. He drooled and his cock tingled

and swel ed even more as he read

further down the page. His erection was now so hard that it felt as if the skin would burst. Once again he looked over

at his roommate to make sure he had

not awakened. One of the boy's legs

was now sticking out from beneath the

covers. Joe had to restrain himself from going over to take a bite out of it. He turned back to the computer screen but