by Susan
hosted by A Coobook for Cannibals
Susan looked around the elegant room with awestruck fascination. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine herself being a part of "Rush week 1956" at the ETA THI sorority House, the sorority at Lincoln State. Was it only a week since she arrived from her hometown of Everspring (a speed trap located in the heart of Iowa) to be presently sitting in what has to be the most spacious, expensive living room in the state of Illinois?
Susan was never what one would call the "outgoing" type. The middle daughter of a large farming family, Susan was used to being ignored or forgotten. Despite her brothers and sisters’ collective ambitions to be farmers (or the wives of farmers), Susan wanted to be a high-fashion clothing designer. Her teachers often remarked on her creative abilities in both art and design, and Susan made sure her way out of Everspring was assured through good grades and hard work. Now she was being "rushed" by the most prestigious sorority at one of the best schools of design in the country!
Susan turned to the antique mirror over the tremendous fireplace. What reflected back was a pretty young lady of eighteen. Susan was "cursed" with the Carson family trait of red hair, but prolonged exposure to the Iowa sun actually gave her long fine hair a "strawberry blond" tint. Dark green eyes, accented by long lashes, and a few delicate freckles gave her that "fresh-from-the-country" look. Susan had chosen a turquoise sundress that day. It drew attention to her pretty, ample breasts, while distracting from her soft upper arms and her slightly plump waist. The dress was long enough to cover her most embarrassing flaw: the "Carson thighs". Every time she looked at them, Susan would cringe.
Susan pretended to check her lipstick, feeling very self-conscious about being in the "wrong" place. Everyone knows that only the most beautiful girls are asked to join ETA THI. Gazing at the reflection of the large room, Susan saw herself surrounded by gorgeous, statuesque young women of all races and nationalities. To be an "ETA" was to be assured of all the dates you could handle. No ETA ever spent a Friday or Saturday night alone.
Suddenly, in the reflection, Susan saw a welcomed familiar face. Jenny was walking towards her, followed by two beautiful, obviously sophisticated women. Susan began to shake inside when she saw them. "Now they will know" she thought to herself, "that my being here is a big mistake."
"Susan," Jenny smiled as she walked up, placing her beautiful long fingers on Susan's soft shoulder, "I want you to meet the president of ETA THI, Laurel Kennedy, and her assistant, Nina Chase."
Susan gave an uncertain smile and hesitantly took Laurel's extended hand. Laurel gave her an assured smile, while busily appraising Jenny's choice. "Not bad," Laurel thought, "Very soft and tender." She squeezed Susan's sweaty hands, feeling the extra meat around her palm and fingers. There was, indeed, plenty of prime meat on Susan's frame. Susan came from a family of big eaters, where nothing was ever wasted. Nina, who was downing her fifth Scotch-and-water, smiled at the nervous young woman with almost a wolfish grin. "Pretty," Nina's dark eyes assessed, "Those tits look delicious." Susan, unaware of the two women's thoughts, nervously pushed back her long red hair and stepped back.
"Susan," Laurel began smoothly, "Jennifer says that you are interested in joining the ETA THI Sorority. Why would you like to be a ‘sister’ of this particular House?”
The question startled Susan. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "Who wouldn't want to be 'ETA'? Gee, this is the best sorority in the state!"
Laurel and Jenny smiled elegantly, as befitting a properly-trained ETA, but Nina laughed aloud. "Oh, God," Laurel glanced at Nina's empty glass, "I hope Nina can hold her liquor- I don't want to lose this tender young girl."
"Sooo, Susan," Nina smiled, imitating Susan's drawl, "Where are you from?"
Susan, who got the distinct impression that Nina was making fun of her, mumbled, "Iowa."
"Excellent," Nina turned to go fix herself another drink, "Corn-fed."
"What the hell did she mean by that remark?" Susan thought to herself. Before she could reflect on it further, Jenny hurried to save the situation.
"Susan, I told Laurel all about meeting you at the Rush Week bulletin board, and all the things I learned about you. I told Laurel that you are just the kind of girl we are looking for to join the ETA THI Sorority."
Susan looked at the two women in amazement. "Me?" she squeaked.
Laurel smiled again and patiently took Susan's hand. "Yes, Susan, I think you would make a nice addition to our House. But we are a democracy, and all the girls must decide on new pledges. There is a special process that you must go through."
Susan began imagining running through a paddling gauntlet, or swallowing live goldfish. "What kind of special process?" she asked in a small voice, her delicate freckles turning slightly more red.
"Just a tea and chat with the ladies of ETA." Laurel lowered her head to Susan's conspiratorially. "Susan, look around at all the girls who want to join ETA THI. Do you think most of them are ETA THI material?"
Susan looked around at all of the beautiful pledges.
"Heck," she thought, "They look more like ETA material than I do." But she wisely replied, "No."
"Exactly," Laurel whispered back. "That is why we don't want anyone to know of our interest in you. Could you tomorrow, around four o'clock, to participate in our secret tea? "
Susan felt a sudden chill, which she blamed on her shock and excitement of being a real ETA.
"Of course," she stated in a manner befitting a future ETA. "I will be there precisely at four. Rest assured, ladies, that no one will know of this meeting."
PART II
Susan actually arrived at the ETA THI House ten minutes early, nervously adjusting the pearl necklace at the front of her pink chiffon sundress. She left her car down the street and quietly walked around to the kitchen door, where she knocked two times, as instructed.
Immediately a gorgeous brunette wearing a long white apron opened the door. She gazed greedily at the plump young girl and announced, "You must be Susan."
Susan, who was beginning to turn as pink as her dress, could only nod. The beautiful Amazon opened the door wider and stated impatiently, "Well, come on in. We've been waiting for you! "
Susan walked into the largest, most professionally equipped kitchen she had ever seen in her life. There was a huge oven, almost industrial-size, with what had to be the largest pots in the world hanging over it. On the opposite wall was several rows of very sharp knives of every conceivable size. The other wall was dominated by a large red sink. The setting was complete with a giant butcher-block table placed in the center of the room.
Before Susan had a chance to voice any curious questions, Laurel arrived, welcoming a bewildered Susan with a big smile and polite hug.
"Susan, you are right on time. The girls are in the living room, ready to meet you. Barbara," she turned to the cook, "Would you please bring the tea?"
Barbara nodded and picked up an elegant silver platter with a teapot and a single ceramic teacup. Susan followed Laurel to the elegant living room. This time, instead of a party, the beautiful women of ETA THI were seated in a circle. All of them were dressed formally, their white-gloved hands folded properly in their laps. All of them smiled at Susan, but many of them stared intently. Susan was beginning to wish that she was back in the dorm.
Laurel introduced Susan, and each girl in return introduced herself. Immediately Laurel ordered Barbara to pour Susan a cup of tea. Susan became a little more nervous as she looked around. Why was she the only one being served?
Laurel noticed her discomfort and rushed to assure her. "Oh, Susan, we normally have our tea at three o'clock. We insist, however, that you be allowed to have your tea. After all, you'll need to get used to it, if you plan to be an ETA."
Susan took the cup with a gracious "Thank you" and sat down where she was directed to sit. Immediately one of the ETA beauties who had been staring the hardest asked, "So, Miss Carson, where are you from?"
Susan heard a slight giggle and saw the dark-haired Nina sitting across from her. Nervously she took a sip of tea. With surprise Susan found the drink to be absolutely delicious! It was the perfect temperature and had a sweet melon-like taste. Susan tried to answer the woman's question, but before she could begin, someone else fired off a question about her "family lines". Susan took another gulp of the sweet tea. Questions were coming left and right, about her family, her friends, clubs and organizations she was associated with, her financial situation, etc. Susan, who couldn't think of one word for response, began gulping the tea. She didn't even notice Barbara constantly refilling the cup each time she emptied it. Finally, after about four cups, the girls were beginning to look a little hazy. Susan was regretting her desire to every join such a snobbish group of women. She decided it was time to tell them herself and then make a quick exit.
But when Susan tried to stand, she found she couldn't. She stumbled and fell back into her seat. Immediately the women all became silent. Barbara quietly took the ceramic cup from her hand. Susan looked at the staring women in a puzzled daze. "What is going on here? Am I dreaming all of this?" She wondered aloud.
That familiar giggle from Nina interrupted her thoughts. Susan stared at her, trying to figure out the cold bitch. Finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, Susan glared at Nina and screamed, "Just what is your problem?!"
Nina, who had obviously been drinking before the tea, smiled her wolfish grin and clapped her hands. "I don't have a problem, but you sure do. You've been CAUGHT!"
Before Susan had a chance to digest that strange statement, Laurel quietly got up and faced the women. "Ladies, I believe we are ready to proceed. Barbara, take your crew into the kitchen and begin preparations. " She turned hesitantly towards her drunk assistant. "Nina, are you going to be able to prepare her? Or should I assign this task to someone else?"
Nina who had been staring at Susan' s luscious body with hunger and lust, looked up at "Madame President" with annoyance.
"Of course I can do my job. Is there anyone here who can do it better?" Nina challenged the women, who all look down to their laps.
"Alright," Laurel admitted in resignation. "Get your crew ready."
Immediately Nina perked up. "Lillian, Jenny, Sarah, get the water and razors ready. Don't forget the scrub brushes, particularly that little number I'm so fond of. Catherine, you and Elaine stay with me."
The first three girls jumped up to change their clothes and to prepare the bath as they were instructed. Laurel followed the slaughtering/cooking crew to help them in the kitchen. Now the only girls remaining in the living room were a grinning Nina, a dazed Susan, and two of the tallest and most beautiful ETA women.
Nina stood up over Susan. "Well, my dear, now that you have been captured, let's look at exactly what we caught."
She nodded to the two Amazons, who effortlessly lifted Susan up out of the chair and held her by her soft underarms. Nina immediately grabbed the top of the expensive pink chiffon dress and ripped it down the middle. Susan's ample breasts came tumbling out through the torn pieces of pink. Immediately her fair skin began to turn a similar shade.
"STOP it!" Susan cried. "Let me GO!"
Susan's cries had no effect on Nina, who began to viciously rip off the remainder of the girl's clothes. The two ETAs lifted Susan higher as Nina ripped off her stockings and underwear, stopping only to stare at those famous Carson thighs.
"Oh, yes..." Nina breathed, grabbing, rubbing and pinching the tender flesh that was now totally revealed to her. "Lay her down for me," she ordered the two ETAs, who immediately placed Susan's back to the plush carpet. one ETA held down her wrists during the inspection, while the other ETA held down her ankles and rubbed the bottoms of her tender young feet.
Nina's long fingers began squeezing and kneading Susan's luscious breasts. one hand slipped down to her plump, fair belly, which Nina began to rub with abandon. "I'll bet your meat here is very tender, Susan. Is it tender here as well?" Her long fingers moved down ever further to her soft moist pussy. Susan's eyes grew wide with shock, as Nina sucked her sweet tongue into her own eager mouth. The ETAs looked at each other over Nina's back. Everyone knew Nina liked to do more than just eat the victims.
Nina ordered the ETAs to carry Susan into the bathroom. The girls grabbed Susan's wrists and ankles and picked her up, allowing her ample buttocks to drag along the carpet. Susan continued to beg and plead helplessly, only stopping when she saw an ETA dispose of her purse and clothes in the fireplace. Carried into a large, overly-feminine bathroom, Susan stared at the largest bathtub she had ever seen in her life. The overwhelming smell of lilac bubble bath assaulted her nostrils, but her eyes opened wide at the sight of the steam rising above the bubbles.
The two ETAs began to drop Susan slowly into the water. As soon as her tender buttocks felt the temperature of the bath water, Susan let out a terrifying scream and begged the girls to let her go.
"Drop her in, " said a familiar sarcastic voice from behind.
Immediately upon Nina's orders the women dropped Susan into the hot water. She screamed once before passing out.
Nina laughed. "She'll come to soon enough, unfortunately for her, " she smirked. Nina and the two ETAs stripped off their formal dresses. Experience told them that cleaning was best done in the nude. Nina and the two women began scrubbing Susan's tender flesh as hard as they could, turning the fair soft skin a bright pink color. Nina seemed to take extra delight in the scrubbing. She ordered two ETAs to hold up Susan's bountiful breasts as she scrubbed them, and order the girls to spread Susan's legs apart as she scrubbed and shaved her soft mound.
By the time Susan was scrubbed and clean-shaven, word had come from the kitchen that they would be ready for the meat in fifteen minutes. Nina's drunken eyes shined as she took another gulp of Scotch. She stared at the awake but exhausted Susan, and then ordered the two ETAs out of the room. The two women looked at each other and shrugged. Then they turned and left the room.
As soon as the door closed Nina climbed into the soapy tub on top of Susan. Susan's eyes opened wide at the beautiful, naked woman who was now pressing against her. Nina looked down at Susan's shiny, soapy breasts and lightly began circling Susan's large nipples with her long fingers. After all the harsh treatment, the movement was almost relaxing. Susan, who thought she was now beyond caring, laid her head back against the tub and sighed. Nina took that opportunity to allow one hand to slowly travel down Susan's stomach, where she began to softly massage the rounded flesh. Totally exhausted, Susan began to relax, allowing Nina to touch her. Nina's hand moved lower, while her other hand left Susan's breast long enough to force Susan's hands to rub Nina's nipples. Susan muttered a small protest. Immediately Nina grabbed Susan's nipples and squeezed, causing her to scream.
"Listen, bitch, you will do anything I tell you to, or I'll kill you right now. Is that understood?"
Crying, Susan nodded yes and Nina let her nipples go. She grabbed the back of Susan's wet head and immediately began probing Susan's sweet mouth with her own long tongue. As one hand cradled Susan's head, the other hand immediately reached down. Susan was startled to feel two fingers entering her vagina. Suddenly she felt Nina's thumb rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion. Susan, who was a virgin, had never experienced the beginning of an orgasm before. Suddenly Nina stood up and grabbed Susan's ankles with incredible force Nina lifted Susan's legs up and out on either side of the tub. Susan's ample thighs, glistening meat, lay on top of the sides of the old-fashion tub, exposing her completely to the Nina's stare.
Nina licked her lips at all that sweet tender pussy meat, closed her eyes and leaned forward. She started at an upper inner thigh, sucking and licking the tender flesh, deliberately moving upward at a slow pace. Susan moaned; what was this woman going to do to her? Nina's long fingers spread the soft flesh of Susan's mound apart, exposing a small quivering clit. Nina looked up into Susan's terrified eyes.
"You know, Susan, pussies taste great cooked in their own juices."
As Susan gasped at that remark, Nina plunged her tongue deep into virgin territory. Pushing in and out, Nina's long fingers began massaging Susan's clitoris. Susan began moaning and muttering. Then Nina began licking Susan's clit with her tongue, slow and easy at first, then harder and faster. Susan's luscious thighs began moving up and down involuntarily to the rhythm. Nina stood up, turned around and spread her legs on either side of Susan's head. She squatted down and forced Susan to lick her as well. Susan, who was beyond any control, did what she was shown. Nina continued to lick Susan harder and faster, and Susan found herself doing the same to Nina. Nina became vicious, involved in a feeding frenzy, licking and nibbling as hard as she could. Just as she began to feel Susan shaking and quivering with her first orgasm, Nina felt herself go as well.
Finally, when it was all over, Nina turned around and gave Susan a kiss on the lips. She smiled at the helpless, bewildered young girl.
"I really do hate the thought of any of my victims dying as 'virgins'", Nina laughed wickedly.
There was a knock at the door and Laurel entered. Taking one look at the scene, she could easily figure out what was going on, but her lady-like instincts told her to forget it.
"Nina," she looked at the wet, naked girl cooly, "we are ready in the kitchen."
"Wonderful! " Nina replied. "This young heifer is ready as well."
The two ETAs returned to carry the now-docile Susan to the kitchen, being careful this time not to let her touch the floor, ETAs were very sensitive about their food.
Susan was laid out on the massive butcher block table. Hearing the sound of metal-on-metal, Susan turned to see Barbara and another ETA sharpening the largest knives. Across from her, on the counter, was a large bowl of freshly cut vegetables.
Suddenly her "friend", Jenny, appeared before her.
"Laurel has given me permission to tell you what this all about. You see, Susan, obviously we are not a 'real' sorority. Actually, we are all cousins from the same small town in the mountains of West Virginia. For several hundred years our ancestors were forced to eat human flesh. At first it was out of hunger and desperation, but over time we have found it to be very delicious and beneficial. In fact, three particular traits appear to be height, strength and beauty. "
Susan couldn't help but nod at that statement. There was no doubt about that. Jenny smiled and continued:
"Well, of course we had to change with the times, but we wanted to keep our traditions. For years all the females in the family have been the only members of this sorority. We use Rush Week to trap our victims."
At Susan's shocked look, Jenny laughed.
"Don't fret, Susan, you aren't our only victim. We have seven freezers in the basement. We told all the pledges at the party the same thing. Each one of them will be coming to a ‘special tea’ in the next two weeks!"
With that last remark, all the ETAs began to laugh heartily. Even cool-headed Laurel chuckled. But now, as she reminded her cousins, it's time to get on with cooking.
The two ETAs lifted Susan up and carried her over to the large red sink. they laid her on her soft stomach, so that her head was hanging above the sink. Everything was becoming clear to Susan now.
One ETA held Susan's wrists behind her back, while the other ETA held her tender ankles down. Immediately Barbara grabbed Susan's forehead and lifted her head up. With the sharp blade in her right hand, Barbara quickly slide the knife underneath Susan's chin. Swiftly she cut the tender girl's throat from ear to ear. As she began to gurgle, the last words Susan heard was Nina's "Thanks for the memories, Susan" and a slap on her rear.
As soon as the blood drained, the slaughter crew worked swiftly to clean out the stomach cavity. Immediately the cooks began filling the empty space with the freshly-cut vegetables. As they sewed the opening shut, some of the girls were rubbing slabs of sweet butter into the tender flesh. A large cooking pot was chosen, and Susan's hands and feet were tied into a fetal position. Extra vegetables were placed between her legs and underneath her breasts. The oven, now pre-heated to a very warm 550°F was opened and the cooking pot containing delicious Susan was shoved in. After an hour, the temperature was lowered and the meat was covered, to retain juices. After a few hours, the oven was opened to check the meat. As Barbara lifted the foil, steam rose above the meat, and the aroma that filled the air was heavenly. Barbara took a large fork and begin poking at the tender "Carson thighs". The fork sank in as the juices poured out. Two hours later the meat was again tested. Laurel, taking a small- sharp steak knife, gingerly cut a piece of tender breast meat. The knife slid along the flesh. Laurel placed the tender chunk into her mouth, tasting the delicate flavor of Susan.
The dining room was spectacular, only the best linen, china, crystal and silverware would do on this occasion. All the ETAs were once again dressed in their best formal dresses. Barbara placed a large silver platter in the middle of the table. Dramatically she lifted the lid, revealing a very well-done, very savory Susan. Barbara, wearing her chef hat, sliced the meat per request. A slice of tender breast for one ETA, a tender foot for another. Thick, juicy slices of "Carson thighs" was the most popular request by far.
As the women were finishing the last of sweet Susan, Laurel picked up her wine glass and proposed a toast.
“Ladies, a toast. May all the new pledges if ETA THI be as tender as the first one of the season.”