It was war so I ate her. by handlebar

It was war the whole story It was war By Handlebar

I was pissing on an ant pile. Well it had been a boring day and I had to piss so

why not kill some fuckin RED ants. I saw a shadow and thought it was one of my

buddies trying to scare me. So I waited, the pain was blinding and went clear

through my body. I looked down and saw a bloody blade sticking out of my right

side. I turned and swept my left arm around trying to knock my attackers arm

away from the knife. I hit my attacker in the head and knocked her down. Ya her

a little Viet Cong bitch, I fell on her hard my knee deep in her guts. I grabbed

her throat with my right hand and squeezed, I felt her blood pumping under my

thumb and middle finger. She looked my in the eye and started to buck against

me, I felt cartilage in her neck give way under my hand, she started to thrash

around then and her breath was reduced to a rasping gurgle. As I lay more of

my bodyweight on her I found my self getting excited and saw that she was

again looking straight in to my eyes. I let up a little then, I don’t know why I

just did, She took two quick raspy breaths and moved her hands to her pussy

and to my cock. She started to rub her self and too stroke me and pulled her

head back and damn if she didn’t nod her head once and smile at me. I took

that as her wanting me to choke her some more, hell it felt good and I was

getting more and more turned on. I started to squeeze, she was rubbing her

pussy faster now and stroking me harder. I arched into her hand and used both

hands on her now, As I felt her pussy pound up in to my crotch I looked at her

face, She had that satisfied angelic look women get after they have a great

orgasm, It was all I needed to send me over the edge, I came and put full

pressure on her neck. She opened her eyes and smiled at me as I heard the

cartilage in her neck give way, She collapsed, then pissed her self, covering me

in her warm urine. I took my shirt off, the blade had traveled just under the skin

back to front along myside. I looked around but she was by her self. I cleaned

my wound and bound it up, she was just so damn cute laying there dead, I

couldn’t help myself. I pulled her into the Bamboo and stripped her. I laid her on

her clothes, posed her with my shirt under her ass, her legs bent and splayed

wide. She was leaking a lot of fluids, looked like she had come hard. I thought

“Good it will be easy to enter her this way” For an hour I played with every part

of her, then my side started to ache. I covered her with my rain poncho and tied

it up tight to keep her from the bugs. I went to the doc and got cleaned up, told

him a bar girl cut me, happens all the time , so he bought it and used big stitches

on the wound (I’m not a officer). Took a double dose of pain killer, got a mule

(small powered four wheel drive cart) loaded it with charcoal and went back to her

body. I was going to make up some jerky. I beheaded, skinned and gutted her, and

stripped the meat off the body in 3” wide by ½” thick strips that were up to 2’

long. I built a bamboo rack laid the 60lbs of meat on it built a fire and covered

that with green wood to smoke the meat I took her skeleton and tossed it in the

river. I kept her head, found a red ant pile and let them clean it. I Still have it.

Returning to the meat I brushed it with a salt-pepper-butter paste and covered

every thing with black mosquito netting. For 4 days I rebuilt the slow fire and

rebasted the meat, the first piece I tried was perfect, flavorful, nice and chewy,

with a taste all its own. With its weight down to 20lbs or so I packed it up and

took it to town. I mailed it to my self and received it in two days just in time for

the movies, I ate her vagina first, told anybody that asked it was dried squid.

Hell it smelled just like dried squid. (You can get some yourself at any orential food

store-SQUID that is)Female VC jerky and a COKE what a night!

This happened in 1969 I remember it, smell it, taste it to this very day