Interview with a Cannibal by Ludovico

Interview With A Cannibal – A Fantasy by Ludovico

Jan was just leaving the office of the college newspaper when the old lady approached her. “Aren’t you the reporter working on the disappearances of girls. I have some information.” Jan, a freshman reporter, indeed had been investigating the nationwide epidemic of disappearances of young, beautiful girls, which seemed to surge during Thanksgiving and Prom season. The police and <span class="caps">FBI</span> suspected white slavers, but Jan believed she was onto something more sinister, although unbelievable. She had evidence of a cannibal witch society who lured, trapped, and abducted unsuspecting females, and cooked and ate them. Her interest began when a high school classmate disappeared, and she joined the college paper the following year for the sole purpose of doing a story on modern cannibals and witches.

The problem was no one believed her. They thought she was just a young, silly, girl who had seen too many horror movies. Abducted girls slowly boiling in cauldrons, or roasting in ovens, while they struggled and pleaded, was pure fantasy. She immediately asked the old lady about her suspicions. Looking happy, the old lady exclaimed, “Yes! I was told you wouldn’t think I was crazy. No one will believe what happened to my young daughter. She simply went on her first babysitting job, but the address was phony. Witches captured her, and she was roasted on a spit.” Jan, stunned, asked how the old lady knew this. “I have found a source who is willing to talk. She will not go to the police, but will give an interview to expose the society. Since no one else will believe me, I have come to you.” Excited, and believing she could win a Pulitzer Prize, Jan began discussing plans when the old lady cut her off. “We must go immediately. My source is afraid she has been placed on the menu by rival witches, and is about to go underground. That’s why she is willing to talk. Please follow me.” 

Hoping for national fame, and spurred by her reporter’s instinct, Jan followed the old lady to her car. They drove into the country, coming to an old house. The old lady led Jan into the living room, and asked her to wait. A few minutes later a shocked Jan was confronted by a 45 year old woman, who she realized had just been the old lady. “Sorry to fool you, my dear, but I had to reach you, and couldn’t risk being identified later. I am a cannibal witch in risk of winding up a feast myself. Let’s begin the interview.” 

For the next few hours the lady regaled a stupefied Jan with tales of naïve, tender prey, and not all girls, being lured onto the roasting platter or into the pot. Fake job interviews, deliveries, taxi rides, modeling assignments, and freebie ads all could lead a sweet young thing onto the dinner table. The witches relished (no pun intended) seizing and binding their helpless victims, tightly tying their slim ankles and wrists, and then squeezing and prodding their tasty legs, waists, and breasts. While young females were a choice delicacy, Jan was surprised to learn how many men were trapped and captured by pretty female witches.

Finally, after hours of listening to detailed stories, including specifics on cases she had been investigating, she inquired why the lady was exposing all this. The lady shocked her by revealing she knew the witch who captured Jan’s high school classmate. “She was quite a delicacy, squirming in the pot for hours, making a nice feast. However, the witch was careless, and led you onto our trail. Luckily, we have many members of the police and gov’t on our side, but you were getting too close, and she is now in trouble over it.” A very nervous Jan explained how the lady would be safe if they exposed cannibalism. “And ruin all those wonderful feasts? Don’t be silly. I have a much simpler solution.” Terrified by the lady’s smile, Jan weakly asked what. “Why, roast you, of course.” Jan bolted for the door, but the lady pounced on her, chloroformed rag in hand.

After binding the naïve, young reporter, the lady carefully examined her lovely body. “My, what a tender morsel you are. We boiled your classmate in the pot, but I think you will be perfect for the oven.” For the next few weeks the lady enjoyed Jan as a sex slave. Jan began to enjoy the role, and believe it would last. The lady even practiced preparing Jan on the roasting platter, only to eat her in a different way. However, finally the feast day came, and a tearful Jan pleaded to be spared. “I’m sorry, my dear, but you causes us too much trouble. We even missed a student nurse convention. Today you are going to roast.”

The lady took a long time in preparing Jan’s beautiful, tender body. “My what a tender morsel you are. The witches are going to have a wonderful feast. I even invited the careless witch, who is very repentant. To make up for her mistake, she even hijacked a mini-bus with junior varsity cheerleaders headed for a high school game. We are going to spit-roast them next week. But today is your special day.” 

As she slowly rubbed the oils and spices onto Jan’s delectable body, the young reporter began to whimper. Angrily, the lady scolded her, “Stop this behavior at once. After all, how many reporters ever get an interview with a cannibal?”

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[quote author=t’Sade link=topic=840.msg2952#msg2952 date=1205961834] Oh, rushed at the end, but otherwise very lovely… [/quote]

Seems I hear this from a lot of women? :-\ :-\

Well, you know how those nosy reporters are! ;D