Bed & Breakfast

Bed & Breakfast: A fantasy adventure by Ludovico.

Jodie and Meg looked around in admiration. The village was as beautiful as the guidebook said. The two girls were touring Europe before entering their freshman year of college. Having just arrived, early in the morning, at an ancient village in England, they headed for the tourist office, to book the usual B&B. The lady at the desk eyed the two lovely coeds, wearing hip-hugger shorts and cropped blouses, revealing their slim, nubile bodies, slender waists, and pert breasts, and decided it was again a perfect opportunity for some special hospitality.

“ I have a special offer. It is very cheap, because it is unofficial, no signing in or anything. However, you must go straight there, before the owner leaves for work.” The girls excitedly headed for the address on the outskirts of the village. As they were just leaving town, a car pulled up, and the female driver said, “Please let me give you a ride. I need to get to work.” Without thinking, the girls jumped in, and the car drove out of town to an isolated cottage, and pulled into a small garage.

Protesting that the place was too far, the female driver told the girls they should make themselves at home, explore the countryside, and they could find another place the next day. Agreeing, the girls grabbed their backpacks, and headed up to the bedroom. Jodie was using the bathroom, when she heard a commotion. Looking out, she was stunned to see the two ladies, driver and tourist office clerk, binding the struggling Meg on the bed. Running to help, Jodie was soon bound herself.

Eyeing the terrified, struggling, helplessly bound young lovelies, the ladies smiled in satisfaction. The moment when tender, succulent prey are lured into a trap, and captured, was a special one. “Please accept our special hospitality,” they informed the girls. “You two foolish, tender morsels are now our slaves. After some special training, there will be a competition to see which of you pleases the members of our group more. The winner will continue to serve, and the loser will be the special dish at our next luncheon. The two girls gazed in horror, realizing they were the captives of lesbian cannibals.

For the next few weeks, Jodie and Meg served the members of the group in every way imaginable, each attempting to avoid the roasting platter. However Meg, having already had some experience in bondage games with another girlfriend, had the edge. When it came time for the luncheon. Poor Jodie was on the menu.

Having made the capture, the two ladies had the privilege of preparing the tantalizing prey. Massaging Jodie’s tender body with oil and spices, garnishing her with vegetables, and binding her in the roasting pan, both ladies were in rapture. All the while Jodie, in a state of denial, also had orgasms. She had come to enjoy the pleasure of sexual slavery, and convinced herself it would continue. Finally, when she was placed in the hot oven, reality took over. The two ladies sipped wine as they gazed at the squirming prey through the oven door, watching her slowly brown, with occasional basting.

At the luncheon, seeing the still beautiful Jodie on the serving platter, Meg was relieved. “I guess I’m actually lucky to be spending my life in sexual slavery.” Some guests laughed, as the ladies replied, “My dear Meg, we will be having another luncheon quite soon!”

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[quote author=t’Sade link=topic=869.msg3094#msg3094 date=1207951337] Evil femcanns apparently. Pretty good, a bit rushed, but still lovely. [/quote]

This is a major fantasy of mine. The story originally was illustrated with caption pics, and completed with manips by Dodge - so the brevity wasn’t a factor with the pics. I wrote it to go with the pics, but they have been lost.

However, the fantasy goes back to England, and is based on real people. Of course, part of this includes myself getting captured (kinda like Room Service - also based on a real event).

Folks may not realize this, but the British Tourist Offices have an practice of sending you to B&B’s located way out of town - I guess to give them business. On a number of occasions, when I realized I was walking far out of town, I went back and found one on my own right in town - highly annoying. They charge 2-3 quids to find a room, which I was willing to lose not to get stuck far out of town. In Britain, you should only use the tourist office as a last resort to find a B&B. The cannibals are another issue. :D