Reversal of Fortune by Ludovico

Reversal of Fortune: An Femcan fantasy adventure by Ludovico

Jack watched Tracy walk across the quad in his direction. The lovely coed looked happy and excited when she spotted him. In her freshman year of college, she had met Jack at a mixer, and was instantly enamored by the tall, athletic, handsome senior, and they started dating. Jack, with his sauve and sophisticated style, had little trouble establishing relationships with young, adorable, naïve, small-town girls like Tracy. Reaching Jack and throwing herself into his strong arms, sweet Tracy was incapable of conceiving his real intentions. Jack was not really a student – he was a hunter, and a very rare one at that.

While capture by white slavers is a common danger at all colleges, and many innocent coeds wind up sold as sex slaves on the auction block, a few face a more unusual, and terrible fate. Jack hunts for tender young morsels to be sold to cannibals as their main course. It is beyond the imagination of sweet innocents like Tracy that a number of succulent young girls like herself are captured, bound, delivered, cooked, and eaten by wealthy men and women. Hunters like Jack are paid well to lure these hapless victims to the serving platter. It is worth a fortune to these select gourmets to watch their beautiful, mouthwatering bodies twist and squirm in the roasting pan, on the spit, or in the stewpot, apples in their lovely mouths stifling the protests, until they are cooked to perfection, and ready to feast on.

Jack does not work for himself. He is in the service of the “old lady”, a master hunter, who employs a national network of confederates to trap victims for her wealthy cannibal clients worldwide. Using an incredible number of imaginative scams and ruses to lure, trap, and capture unsuspecting victims, the “old lady” is considered the best at placing sweet innocents on the menu. Jack, however, has begun to freelance! This is partly due to the fact that his introduction into the business was somewhat unusual.

In his senior year of high school, Jack was out on a date with a younger student when they ran into an old lady struggling with packages. Being a girl scout, his date insisted on helping her to her car. The kindly old lady then asked if they could accompany her home and help with the bags, in exchange for a delicious dinner. They readily agreed, not suspecting that they were to be the dinner.

Naturally, they were drugged during the meal, and awakened helplessly bound. The “old lady”, looking about 45 without her makeup, explained they were to be sold to cannibals as their feast. She was mostly interested in Jack’s adorable date, who would be sold to witches. They paid well to simmer tender cuties in their stewpots. Squeezing the limbs of the struggling, hysterical girl, the lady announced she would make a delicious meal, and thus bring a good price.

Jack, on the other hand would be sold to FemCans, female clients who liked to cook a prime, young male. Inspecting Jack, she informed him that he would make an excellent spit-roast. Then she noticed something unusual. Instead of struggling in terror like his doomed girlfriend, Jack was nearly exploding with excitement. Not only did the thought of his high school sweetheart squirming helplessly in the witch’s pot fill him with excitement, but being bound and fondled by the lady clearly turned him on beyond imagination. Being practical, the “old lady” never missed a chance at expanding her network.

Impressed by Jack’s good looks and easy manner, she made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Jack could join her, and be trained as a hunter, or be sold to femcans. His test would be if he helped deliver his frantic classmate to the witches, and participated in preparing her for their feast. The old lady could immediately tell that stripping and garnishing the lovely girl’s tender body thrilled him beyond belief. Jack was a natural, and as a special bonus, she let him spend the night with the helplessly bound morsel. Crying, pleading, screaming, and begging, Jack’s struggling, naked, young girlfriend gave him the evening of his dreams. This convinced him that his meeting the old lady was a most fortunate turn of events – for him, of course. Jack’s lovely, tender, high school sweetheart became the main course at a witch’s feast.

The trouble was Jack was too much of a natural. Soon he realized that as enjoyable as hunting, trapping, and capturing sweet innocents was, the real joy was in the feast. Even though he was occasionally allowed to have fun with his victims before delivering them (depending on the client), Jack was rarely permitted to participate in the preparation and feast. This he began to crave, and it clouded his judgement, eventually leading to his first “indiscretion”.

Her name was Loraine, and he met her at a rave. The capture was simple, even cliché. A few roofies, a ride to his lair, and poor Loraine was his. Knowing his victim was destined for the serving platter greatly increased the pleasure of holding her bound, naked, struggling body in his arms. During the evening Jack realized he could no longer resist temptation. Looking upon her lovely bare feet, long, luscious, smooth legs, tender tummy, soft, shapely behind, and adorable, tear-streaked face, as she lay unconscious after his tryst, Jack knew he simply had to eat Loraine himself.

The next day he took her to a secluded spot in the woods, and prepared the helpless catch for roasting. For, Jack the whole thing was exhilarating. He found it greatly amusing that due to a chance encounter the evening before, Loraine was now bound to a roasting spit, with an apple in her lovely mouth. As he turned the wildly struggling young girl over the hot coals, watching her slowly roast to perfection, Jack decided it was worth the risk. He would still provide the old lady with victims to sell, but keep the sweetest for himself.

Tracy was definitely amongst the sweetest. Her innocence enthralled him, and he couldn’t wait for the moment when he tied her to the spit. Deciding it was finally time, Jack suggested a drive in the country the next day. Tracy happily agreed, and while holding her tender, young body in his arms, Jack felt a surge of excitement at the thought of what would soon be happening to unsuspecting, naïve Tracy.

That day came, and when they arrived at the spot Jack had selected, Tracy readily walked with him into the woods. They soon arrived at a clearing, and Tracy’s attention was immediately drawn to the large pit, and roasting spit, in the center. “Do people have cookouts here”, she asked Jack. He smiled, and replied that he built it special for her. She giggled and said, “Wonderful. I love barbecues, but what are we going to roast?” Laughing, Jack exclaimed, “Why darling Tracy, I’m going to roast you!”

With that he pounced on the startled girl, and despite her struggling, soon had her stripped and bound. The usual pleading ensued as he tied her to the spit, and lifted poor Tracy over the coals. Always excited while roasting helpless, young coeds, Jack felt Tracy was special. Her incredible beauty and softness so totally absorbed him as he began to roast her squirming body, that he failed to notice three female figures enter the clearing.

They were almost upon him when he turned. Stunned, Jack was momentarily speechless at the sight of three beautiful girls appearing out of nowhere. Before he could react, one asked, “Hey, we love cookouts, mind if we join?” As Jack tried to form a reply, two of the girls seized him by his arms, and dragged him to ground. Too startled to effectively resist, Jack found himself being bound, and heard Tracy, who had spit out the apple, call out, “It’s about time you idiots showed up. Get me down from here, I’m starting to roast!”

Within minutes, Tracy was down from the spit, and while two of the girls held the now helplessly bound and gagged Jack upright, she walked over and smiled. “Well Jack, I’m afraid there’s going to be a little change in your plans. You’ve really pissed the old lady off, and she’s not a good person to upset. You were fortunate she took you in, but look how you show your gratitude. You had a good thing going, a life of capturing beautiful women, but it’s over. She sent me to lure you into a trap, which was actually quite easy. My capture team followed us here, if a bit too slow. Loyalty is a quality she demands in us hunters, and now you have to pay. Naturally, the punishment must fit the crime.”

Carefully, the two girls began to examine, squeeze, and fondle Jack’s fine body. Seeing the look of horror in his eyes as he realized what was happening, Tracy laughed. “My, what a fine, masculine body you have, Jack. My mouth has been watering since I began to set you up. My team has turned over all our tender victims, male and female, to the old lady for sale. Even the time we trapped an entire girl scout squad, we didn’t keep one for ourselves. Every one of those tasty honeys went on a clients menu. It has been hard to resist some of the gorgeous men we have captured, and the old lady has decided to reward us. Loving irony, she has allowed us to roast you for our feast.”

With that, Jack began to fight desperately, but the team soon had him stripped naked. As they continued to fondle and explore his body, smacking their lips, and giggling, they noticed how excited he was becoming. Despite his fear, being prepared for roasting by four beautiful women was turning him on. Even as they bound him to the spit, and carried him over the hot coals, Jack was quite excited. Placing an apple in his mouth, and kissing him on the cheek, Tracy giggled, “Now comes the real fun.”

Slowly, very slowly, keeping him high above the coals, they roasted Jack. Soon his excitement disappeared, and the realization that he was going to be cooked and eaten by female cannibals, sank in. His skin began to blister, and the dripping fat made the coals sizzle. He struggled in vain, as did the many girls he had roasted himself. The female hunters watched in pleasure, anticipating their feast. One turned to Tracy and said, “Jack really blew a good deal. He was lucky to escaped the first time, and work for the old lady.”

“Yes”, laughed Tracy, “I guess you could say he has had a reversal of fortune!”

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[quote author=Scalloped2 link=topic=848.msg2794#msg2794 date=1202728397] Great femcan ending! Thanks

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I would post some pics at CannToon’s, but folks don’t like pics with men on the menu. ???