Story - THE TOURIST - Her Last Vacation

[size=16pt][center]THE TOURIST – Her Last Vacation[/center] [center]By Susan Chantell[/center]

Warm breezes blew in off the Pacific Ocean through the café’s open windows.  It was early evening in Valparaiso, and the sun had just started to set slowly toward the distant horizon.  Lexi had told Susan she’d meet her at the café but first wanted to pick up a few things at one of the small merchant shops they had passed earlier.  It was the last night of their two-week Chilean vacation. They had planned it for the last two years.

They’d had a spectacular time visiting small towns, spending a week admiring the dramatic landscape of Patagonia, hiking the Andes, and thoroughly enjoying the South American culture.  Tomorrow morning they’d get an early shuttle back to Santiago, some 70 miles away, and be on their flight back to New York late that morning.

Susan had almost lost track of the time, mesmerized by the warm breeze and now the setting sun.  Miguel watched her alone at a table near the window, she was obviously not a native, looking quite American.  As he watched her he thought, “She’s been alone for almost three hours.”  He walked over to her table with a fresh glass of Sangria.

“Oh hello,” she answered coming out of her dreamy daze and glancing at the drink in his hand and then his eyes. “No thank you, I’m waiting for my friend, she’ll be here soon and we do have to run.”

“Well, my name is Miguel and the bar master told me you have been waiting almost three hours.”

“Three hours?  My God, that much time hasn’t gone by?  Lexi said she’d only be gone for a little while.” Susan was surprised that much time had slipped away. 

“So are you and your friends tourists in our lovely country?” he asked. “What is your name?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” offering her hand, “I'm Susan.”  She relaxed, Miguel seemed so pleasant.

“That’s such a pretty name.  So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here in South America?”

“Vacationing with my friend. She was going to meet me but I lost complete track of time and her being late is not common for her. 

“May I offer you the Sangria again?” he asked, and she graciously accepted it.

“Thank you.” offering her glass as a toast.

“To the beautiful American girls like you,” Miguel said raising his glass and lightly touching it to hers.

She smiled, “So do you live here in Valparaiso?”

“Actually yes, I live close by, just a short drive from here.  But tomorrow I must drive to Santiago.”  He looked into Susan’s blue eyes, “Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes?”

Susan blushed and diverted her glance down, “That's a common line back home but no, no one ever told me that.”

“Well, you do, you are very delicious looking.  How long will you stay here?”

Unaccustomed to the comment, she dismissed it as part of the culture, “We're here till tomorrow and we two go back to Santiago in the morning to fly home.

“Oh, what a shame, I was hoping to have the time to get to know you better”

Enjoying his company she playfully added, “Well we were here since Tuesday, where were you?” she smiled.

“Esperando que llegaras a mi vida.”

I’m sorry that sounded so sweet, but I don’t understand.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, it means Waiting for you to arrive in my life.”

“Ooohhhh,” she cooed

“I think your friend has taken too long to come back.”

“Yes, I’m concerned, that’s very unusual.  Lexi is usually very prompt.” Sue looked around, appearing a little worried.

“I can walk you to your hotel, if you want. Where are you staying?”

“The Ultramar Hotel.”

“Well, it’s close to here. We can walk,” Miguel said standing.

“I don't know, what if she comes back and I'm not here,” concern starting to sound in her voice.

“Dear Susan, don’t be afraid,” placing an arm around her. “We’ll leave her a message with the bar master.”

Susan hugged him back, “Miguel, what happened to Lexi?  Ok, let’s leave a note and walk to my hotel.”  Susan walked to the bar as Miguel’s eye’s roamed over the former models figure.  She was dressed in embroidered jeans, red silk blouse, and sandals.

As Susan turned around she caught Miguel eyeing her in a strange way. “Ah, Miguel, is everything alright?”

“Ooh… this is embarrassing, you caught me staring… it’s just that… ah, you’re so sexy.”

Sue blushed, “Oh!  Well, ah, thank you, but can we go now.”

The sun had set and a moon glistened on the pacific harbor waters.  Miguel walked with Susan for about a block and then stopped to look in her eyes. 

“Why are we stopping, the hotel is still a few blocks away?”

“I thought it was not possible to see you more beautiful, but the moonlight turns you into an angel.”

“Oh Miguel, I love how you make me feel, I've heard men here are so much more romantic, but right now I have to find Lexi.”

“Dear Susan, Lexi is having some fun.  Don’t you have the right to have fun too?” approaching to kiss her and taking her into his arms and kissing the blonde American.  For a moment Sue stiffened feeling him press against her, then she relaxed in his arms and kissed him back.  “So, would you like us to keep our party going, like Lexi is doing?”

“Ummm, that’s nice, and could be fun. Where?”

“My place.  It’s nearby and you must see it.  What better way for you to know me than to see where I live?”

Susan was very comfortable with Miguel and agreed, “Well ok, I suppose but not too late ok?” 

Within 30 minutes, Miguel pulled his car into his driveway in a secluded section on the outskirts of the city arriving at Miguel’s home.  It was a huge old house in the hills.  “It’s so very beautiful here,” he added, “and so private.”

Susan was impressed, “Wow, this is your home?”  Taking his hand as he helped her out of the car.  “So what do you do Miguel?”

“Sshh,” he touched a finger to her lips, “allow me to show you the house.”

Sue looked at the stone building and back at the gated entrance way, as Miguel led her to a large wooden door, lamps bracketing the entranceway. Miguel opened the door and lead Sue to a parlor sitting room, plush with velvet and alpaca rugs.

Sue watched Miguel, his eyes staring at her, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong.”

“Oh, no baby, if there’s anyone going too fast here, it’s me,” giving her a passionate kiss. While lightly grazing her breasts through her silk blouse and marveling as their firm softness.

“Oooohhh,” Susan cooed as she pulled away.  “It’s okay, you just startled me. I'm sorry I'm a little nervous.”

“I’m sorry Sue nothing will happen that you don’t want.” then reaching for her again and touching as she responded and moved closer to her charmer.  He touched her more passionately.  She allowed her lips to part and felt his tongue enter her mouth as she allowed her body to relax and permit him to explore her, feeling his hands go to her neck, and then tenderly caress her breasts.

“Ooohhh Miguel, we shouldn't.”

“Why not?  Lexi is probably far ahead of us.  Besides, it’s your last night in Chile, it should be a memorable one.”  He continued caressing her softness and eased the neckline of her blouse from her shoulders, exposing her flawlessly smooth skin. 

“Aaaahhhh maybe she is.”

His hands roamed down her sides to her ass and slipped into the waistband of her jeans and touching the dampness between her legs.  “Should I get a condom, my beautiful American girl?”

“Ummmm yes, please.”

Miguel excused himself from the room for a moment saying, “I’ll be right back.”

Susan sat on the edge of a chair wondering about Lexi and becoming more concerned.  Here she was in a foreign country, now alone, and with a man she’d only met a couple of hours ago.  It was so out of character for her yet she wanted him and she realized she could be in trouble too.  Where was Lexi?

Several minutes passed and Miguel hadn’t returned.  “Miguel? Miguel? Where'd you go?”  Her curiosity got to her and she stood and walked to the open door to another room and listened.  It was quiet.  “MIGUEL!”  Her voice trembled slightly.  “Where’d you go? Miguel!  Please.”

Seeing a room to the right she entered it and froze in horror.  She stood looking at a trophy room.  A nude woman was mounted to a plaque above a brick fireplace.  Another blonde whose body was there only from the shoulders up, was mounted like a hunting trophy on the wall.  And a headless torso of a woman’s body on all fours served as a coffee table with a glass top resting on her back.  Susan grabbed the door jam to keep her balance as she clamped her other hand over her mouth.  Her eyes were wide in terror at what she was seeing, “OH NO, No this can't be!” 

She turned and ran, not paying attention to where she was heading.  Then she stumbled on a carpet and fell to the floor trembling, gasping, “Oh God no, no this isn't happening. No!”  Tears flowed down her cheeks and she was too frightened to move.  She quickly gathered her strength and stood looking for a way out, still holding a hand to her mouth hoping not to be sick.

She headed toward a room that opened into what looked like a kitchen.  A wood paneled door looked like it might lead out of the house.  Susan grasped the handle and opened it as she was hit by a blast of frigid air.  She was at first stunned by the chill then staring in total disbelief as she slowly backed away from the nude frozen body of Lexi!

Sue’s throat was momentarily paralyzed, then she screamed a gut wrenching scream and fainted falling to the floor as a voice behind her sounded, “She’s for tomorrow, and you weren’t supposed to see her.”

Half groggily Susan looked up at the man standing over her, “Wha-what have you done?  She's dead, no, no!”

“You’re quite right my dear, she is dead.  I hunted both of you,” he said pointing at the freezer and slamming the door, “she is my dinner for tomorrow, and you, I’ll eat tonight.  Really, it’s quite simple, and if it makes you feel any better, she didn’t feel a thing”

“NO!!” Susan stared at the freezer door.  “What are you going to do to me?  Oh, please, please don't kill me.”

Miguel laughed, “Do you know what blondes are, babe?  You’re one of the food groups, with redheads, brunettes and others, but if you ask me, you’re the best of them all.”

Susan still sprawled on the floor turned her head back toward Miguel, her eyes widening in horror.  Propping herself on her elbows and slowly pushing away and looking at an outside door.  She scampered for it, pushing the door open into the night.

Fleeing outside into the starlight and wanting to run like a frightened animal, knowing she was prey and food to her pursuer.  Sue quickly realized she was penned and surrounded by an eight food high backyard fence.  She spun around to see Miguel standing at the back door with a rope and knife in his hand.  His eyes had changed from the soft friendly gentleman’s to those of a harsh madman.  Susan collapsed to her knees as Miguel came down the backyard steps towards her, “Miguel, no, no!  Oh, no please!  No one will know what happened to me. To Lexi!”

Unable to run, and nearly paralyzed with fear she watched as he approached not the girl but his prey.  Dropping the rope a few feet away, he grabbed her golden hair and violently ripped her blouse and bra from her body throwing her around as he did.  Susan cried and cowered.  He then took his knife.  It didn’t matter whether he was careful any longer or not.  He slashed her jeans from her legs and waist, grabbing and fondling the firmness of her flesh not as a woman but as meat.

“No,” Susan cried, try to fight while kicking and scratching.

Far too strong for her, he wrenched the thin waistband of her thong, snapping it from her body, leaving her whimpering and nude on the clay earth.  He knelt beside her and gouged his fingers into her fully shaved pussy testing her and squeezing her breasts while licking his lips.  He continued to enjoy the smoothness of her exquisite thighs, back, belly, rump, and neck.

Susan tried to slap and scratch at him but he clamped her wrists tightly in one hand as she screamed in pain.

“You are a fine steak, my sow, I’ll savor dining on your body.  Lexi may have to wait a few days.” He seized the rope and began binding her hands behind her back and then did the same with her legs.  “Go on and scream dear Susan.  You are miles from anyone and you won’t be the first woman I’ve dined on, as you could tell from my trophy room.  But I’ll need to decide what part of you will grace my walls or furnishings.”

“Why are you doing this, why me, why Lexi”??  PLEASE!  Let me go home!” She then realized what she’d said as her friend lay dead in this mad man’s freezer.

Miguel lashed her ankles to her wrists and carried her to the kitchen while whistling.  “Let’s see, why? You ask.” He said, “Because I adore the taste of American girls.  You meat is so soft and tender, you melt in my mouth.  I have been following you for days preparing the hunt.  I took Lexi early this afternoon, but I stored her.  I wanted you for dinner tonight and now I’ll have you.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Well my dear, your breasts will be good with tomato purée, your legs will go to the pot, your body can be used in so many plates, but it’s your ass…baby…that’s a delicacy.  I’m going get a nice dinner out of that,” he drooled.  “My only question for you now is the pot or the oven?”

“What!?”

“You heard me babe. Dinner is ready to be served and all I need is the main plate…you.”

He dropped Susan on the table and began to season her body, rubbing butter into her with South American native seasonings.

She closed her eyes tightly and wept, “Please if you must kill me let me die quickly.” she pleaded through her sobs as tears silently flowed down her face.

“Oh it doesn’t work that way dear Susan, you will die when the time is right my dear and not before.  Right now you’re going to be cooked, and I think as a nice stew you’ll be exquisite.  Now, babe, you’re going to swim!” he moved her to a cart and rolled her to a vast floor standing pot.

Susan opened her eyes to gaze at her death cauldron, “Oh No, please God No!

Miguel looked at her beautiful face on the cart, “Don’t worry honey, your head and Lexi’s will be together on the wall for all time… I think over my bed.”  He then reached for a heavy cleaver and Susan watched it swing rapidly above her and then thwaaaack!  Darkness and death quickly  embraced her as the cleaver easily and cleanly cut through her neck.  Then placed her head on the counter to be cleaned and mounted later that evening.

Miguel then lifted her body from the cart and unceremoniously dropped her into the streaming brown broth.

In the simmering pot her body turned from a perfect smooth tanned and toned complexion to a reddened dead young woman.  In a matter of a few moments her body began to sink in the broth, as her body temperature rapidly rose past 130 degrees

Miguel kept preparing the soup, stirring her and prodding her body as the meat began to fall from her bones.  He was oblivious to the fact he had taken two beautiful lives that day.

About an hour later he tasted the stew and began to lift Susan’s bones from the thickening broth.  “Ummmm, I was so right my dear, you are a tasty meal and were such easy prey for me.  I may have to share you with my friends at that café too.”

Miguel sat at his table later that evening, having pulled Susan’s rump from the stew, he drooled as he carved into the softness of her meat.

The following afternoon, Rennie waited at the international arrivals gate for American Airlines, searching the faces of strangers passing her by as she waited for her best friend to tell her about her wonderful vacation.

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