Six - Enter The Major

Authors Note: This one is dedicated to all the wonderful characters who reside at the Dolcett Girls Forum.

It’s 5:30 in the morning, phone rings, doesn’t anyone sleep anymore? It’s the Major, he sounds loaded. He says he can fill my quota in one visit if I can get my ass up and out of the house. He gives me the address and then he hangs up. Freaking lunatic.

I’m barely dressed, throw on pants and shirt, couldn’t find my socks. Freaking shoes are still wet. You don’t tell too many people about this line of work, the Major is good people, he’s warped, but in a good way. I get to the club, the Major shakes my hand, he is so into this. He takes me to a corner, sitting there drunk are three beauties, a blonde, a redhead, and a Latina, striking girl with lush black hair. They are so drunk, their heads are shaking like Katherine Hepburn, but they’re smiling. The Major says they don’t want the party to end; now I’m smiling.

By the time we get to my place they’ve passed out in the back. I tell the Major to help me get them in. Slinging the redhead over his shoulder he yells out, “I get commission on these?” “And benefits”, I tell him. The redheads got a date with some Arabs, the blonde is magnificent, she’s snoozing peacefully in the backseat. I undo her blouse, creamy white breasts, cute little turned up nose, and sweet pink lips. I caress her soft cheek, she smiles and I put my thumb in her mouth, she wraps her tongue around it and begins to suck. I stroke my hand through her hair, feels like paradise’ She’s getting me hard. Her blouse is off and I’m massaging her back, firm and meaty. I pull my thumb out and she purses her lips and pouts, I pull out my prick and she takes it in deep. I run my hands down her back and pull back her pants, what an ass! I grab a fistful in both hands and pull her in as I explode down her throat. She starts to cough and leans back, I pull her forward and lug her into the house, another blonde for Chen, this one will pay for my vacation.

Major helps me strip and clean the two girls, we bind them up and stick a ball gag in each, don’t want no screaming when they wake up. The Major can’t keep his hands off the redhead, she’s a prize. “What do we do with the Latina, any takers?” “No real market for them, we can include her as a bonus or maybe something special” The Major knows what I’m thinking. He grabs under her arms and pulls her up. “How does she feel?” I ask him. He breathes her in, “Soft,” he smiles. “Work first, then play.” I tell him. He helps me bag the two and hang them in the back of the van. We come back in and undress the Latina, she has the softest skin, and firm tender muscles, and they are well defined, but still have some “baby fat” on them. Of course when it comes to Latinas, the prime cut is the ass, and this one does not disappoint, it’s round and meaty. The Major is squeezing and pinching it, I swear I can hear his stomach rumble. She starts to come to and is in a panic, she’s squirming and writhing trying to get out of the bonds, she tries to yell, but the ball renders her mute. I stroke her rich black hair, cup her cheek, and look into her green eyes, “struggling only makes it worse. Listen my pet; you are property now, the sooner you accept that, the easier it will be for you. Your friends each have other roles to play, yours will soon become apparent” Damn Major, he’s already got his pants off and before I can say anything, he starts “tenderizing” her from the back entrance. Her eyes bug out and she screams, spittle comes out from behind the gag as her eyes roll up into her head. It’s going to be a long night for you sweetheart, save your energy.

We drive to the Arabs, the Major has the Latina sitting on the floor right in front of him and he is stroking her, keeping her calm. She seems to be responding to this, or going into shock, either way she’s quiet. We pull up, I take the redhead down, and I open the bag to take a peek inside. She’s peering up at me, tears running down her face. I tell her it’ll be over soon, she lets out a dark deep whine, its hard picking up these bags sporting a woody the size of Nebraska. The big guy at the door recognizes me and he opens the door, down a dark corridor is another door with music blasting from behind. I knock, they open. Inside is pandemonium, there’s a small little brown haired girl dancing naked on the table. The men are throwing food and smacking her ass whenever she gets close. One guy reaches up and grabs her, sucks her face for about 3 minutes and tosses her back. I notice another man grab his plate and walk to the side. There, rotating on a spit vertically is a girl, the chef slices away a few choice cuts for the guy and he goes back to the table. I look back, the girl on the spit is a golden brown, juices flow from the slices, the warmer light they keep on her makes her glow red. On the other wall another chef is scooping out some sort of a stew from a giant pot; the Arabs know how to party. They take my bag and dump her out on the table, the men all scream in approval.

They pull her out and rip off the binds that restrain her, they start yelling “Dance, Dance Dance!!!” She’s crying, trying to tell them something, one guy reaches in and grabs her hair pulling her down to him, “You dance, and when we are done with you we eat you.” He tosses her back as he laughs to his friends. She is almost heaving with fear when another guy jumps on the table and fucks her up the ass. She looks like a toy flapping in the wind as this guy does her. Meanwhile the little brown haired one is tossed into the boiling pot of stew, she screams and tries to climb out, but the chef whacks her hands. I see the severed arm of a previous girl across her shoulder. I look back, the guy is jumping off the table and the redhead is watching the previous dancer turn into soup. The music drowns her screams, while the chef uses a large wooden spoon to drown her. She’s fighting the spoon and her pain, but she won’t be long. The redhead slowly stands and starts to dance, the men cheer, and I see blood running down her leg.

Back in the van the Latina is blowing the Major, I stand back waiting for him to finish, then I get in. He looks over at me, big smile on his face, “She wants to make us happy.” She nods, and I caress her cheek, “you will darling, you will”, I turn back to the Major, “you better not have stained my new seats!” he just smiles. I’m working my ass off and he’s having a good time!

I pull up in back of Chen’s; I grab the bagful of blonde and head in. Chen is there looking at his watch, the man is way too fixated on time. He tell me I’m always late, I remind him that what I bring him is always worth waiting for. With that I pour the blonde out onto the prep table. He fakes grabbing his heart and steps back to admire her. Her eyes are darting around the room like a trapped animal, Chen tells me I did well and that she is too beautiful to be simply cooked. The girl hears cooked and starts to flip out, one of Chen’s assistants comes forward with an electric prod, shoves it up her ass and then flips a switch. Her body contorts; they’re giving her a jolt to get her under control. When they turn it off she’s coughing and silently weeping. Chen snaps his fingers and a bunch of prep guys come out and start cleaning her, inside and out. They clean her up, pull out the ball gag, she looks at me and cries, “What are they doing to me”. I come up to her as they move her to a silver platter on a moving cart and a small woman begins to apply what looks like make up on her. “Listen sweetie, these men pay a lot of money for the honor of eating you.” Her mouth contorts, the little old lady is brushing her hair, I smell the make up it’s a sugar-fruit glaze. “Why?” is all she can get out. “Because your, white and meaty, and will taste delicious, wish I could stay for a bite, but I got a date.” She tries to ask something else and the little lady shoves an apple deep into that pretty mouth. They apply a different glaze to her skin, as they wheel her into the main room I can’t take my eyes off her, she is luminous, an object of pure beauty. I watch as they wheel her out and spin her around for all to see. The chef steps forward and bows to the men, they bow right back at him. He holds up two large knives and chimes them against each other. On the side giant pans with open flames beneath them await the opportunity to serve. He approaches each man, they tell him what cut they want, and he slices it right off her. She is screaming, but the chef is such an expert that the cuts are swift. Each part of her, rump, thigh, and cunt is taken and cooked while she slowly bleeds out and awaits the next cut. The whole thing is making me hungry so I head back to the van.

The Major is getting his sword waxed again, this time I’m not waiting. I get in, “Did you make the call?” He just nods, and then makes the strangest sound as he finishes, like a moose cuming to orgasm. The Latina is licking him clean, he tell me Dodge is waiting for us, and everyone else. Freaking Major, probably invited the world.

We pull up the Hilltop Restaurant, Dodge meets us at the door, he’s a great chef and the owner of this joint. He takes one look at her and then whistles, “Perfect boys, perfect” The Major thanks him. Dodge puts her on a cart and wheels her in; by this time she is very compliant. Everybody in the room goes nuts when they see her. Scalloped 2 comes up to us, it looks like he’s drying his eyes, “She is beyond words, boys, we will eat well tonight!” Clemstra walks by, gives me a smirk, as I see Nancy and the Professor come over. Nancy is checking her out personally, poking and prodding, deciding what the choice cuts she prefers, the Professor whispers, “I think Nancy approves.” Watching as she runs her finger along tonight’s meals vagina and tastes it like a kid does with their birthday cake, “I would say so”. Meat Thermometer is at the other end getting blown; he gives me a thumbs up, while Cee Bee makes drawings of our meals final minutes. He looks up from his pad and asks, “Did anybody ever call the Mayor?” Almost as if he was awaiting his name being mentioned the Mayor and Anne Marie come in from the cellar door. “We were just checking on Dodge’s supplies, very impressive!” Anne Marie adds, “And quite a delicious assortment you have.” MT is done, so Dodge steps forward to claim tonight’s meal and wheels her into the back. She look baffled as she goes towards her destiny, the Major waves and shouts out, “See you soon!” I see Ay-Wun admiring her as well, I come up behind him, “I guess you’re glad you stopped correcting my punctuation.” “We’ll see”, he replies.

Later when Dodge brings her back completed she is a golden brown vision, juices spilling forth, and of course classic apple in mouth, a sweet sauce encompasses her rich meaty body, and no one hesitates to ask for seconds. Within no time, we are stuffed and everyone reclines with a look of satisfied indulgence. MT steps up, “We need to do this more often.” Everyone agrees and he adds, “Now about the pledge drive.” He cannot finish as the room erupts with laughter and the Major flings the head right at his gut. He grasps it like a trophy as the Mayor steps forward lifting his wine glass, “To woman my friends, and all the pleasures that they bring!” Glasses clink and the laughter carries us through the night.