Mike and Karen were fascinated by the Dolcette stories they had found on the net a month ago during a search for something else. Imagine their surprise when they discovered the illustrations and then the photo-manipulations on some of the linked sites.
"WOW!" Karen said, her eyes glued to the computer screen. "This is really cool! They make it look and sound like a lot of fun. All those women just begging to try out the Jessica 3000 and become spit muffins…"
"I especially like the South Seas island settings." Mike said. "I can imagine some young Peace Corps coed lying naked on a table while a cannibal chef runs the spit through her, then carries her over to the waiting fire."
"So Mike, how do you think I'd look rotating over the fire on the spit?" Karen asked.
"Fabulous" he replied. "And delicious too, I'll bet. But hey, don't you imagine that would really hurt, even assuming you lived through the spitting?"
"Mike, it's only fantasy, remember?" she replied. "Besides, I agree it is most unlikely anyone would live through that. Just punching through the uterine wall and then the stomach would probably cause heavy bleeding and shock sufficient to kill the girl. No, I'd rather just imagine it than experience it."
"I guess you're right" Mike said "but it's still a real turn-on."
Three days later, when Karen came home from work, she found a note from Mike.
Got a surprise for you.
There's a package on the table in the family room.
Open it, put on the contents, and come upstairs
If you dare!
Love,
Mike
"What is that guy up to now?" she thought. Opening the package, she found a shimmering silk sarong, a large Hibiscus flower, and a pair of elastic ankle bracelets that resembled grass. "Hmmmm. This is strange. Well, I'll play along for now just to see what develops."
Closing the blinds in the family room, she slipped out of her shoes and hung her suit jacket over the back of the chair. Her skirt and blouse soon joined it. Sitting down, she peeled off her panty hose, then stood and unhooked her bra. "Ummm, at least that feels good" she thought. "My tits have been cooped up in there too long anyway."
Her hands roamed over her breasts for a moment, massaging some feeling back into them as she gazed thoughtfully at the package. Her hands moved quickly to her panties and slid them down o her legs to the floor.
The sarong felt incredible against her skin. "It's so light it hardly feels like I've got anything on." she thought. Pulling the anklets over her feet, she adjusted them several times before she was satisfied with their height. "The Hibiscus must be for my hair. Now since I'm married, which ear does it go behind?"
Walking over to the mirror, she looked at herself for awhile. "I look just like a South Seas native girl. I wonder if Mike's been thinking………..OF COURSE! So THAT's what this is all about ; well, two can play that game."
Removing the flower, she took a hairbrush and carefully undid and brushed out her long black hair. "This sarong just needs a little modification" she thought to herself. Working quickly, she succeeded in making it into a long skirt with a hip-hugging waist that exposed her tummy all the way to the top of her bush. There was no top.
Adjusting the flower in the mirror, she admired her handiwork. Her pert breasts stood out in front of her, especially when she arched her back. "Not bad for a 30 year old white Wahinie, but let's not take any chances."
Taking an ice cube from the freezer, she rubbed her nipples as she headed for the bedroom. The sharp cold instantly tightened the skin on her breasts, firming them, while the nipples jutted straight out. "Now let's see what this does to you-know-who." She thought.
The bedroom door was closed. Opening the door was like entering another world. The room was lit only by a few candles and the light from a fire in the fireplace. A strange, deep drum music was playing on the stereo, complete with bird sounds in the background. There was a smell of spices and wood smoke in the air. Closing the door behind her, she felt strangely aroused. Her body began to sway softly to the beat of the drum.
"Welcome to the Tittee Islands" Mike said. Looking up, she saw him walking towards her from the closet. He too had on native dress. "You look a little silly with those stripes on your face, but the naked male savage look is sexy enough" she cooed.
"I like the changes you made to the outfit" he stammered.
"So I gathered" she replied, pointing at his groin. "A hard man is good to find." Momentarily detracted, Mike glanced down at his erection, throbbing in front of him.
Karen started to say something else when Mike pulled her into his arms and kissed her; first gently, then with more force. Her body responded instantly. "God I'm getting wet already." She murmured in his ear.
"That's not all you're going to get" he replied. Picking her up bodily, he carried her to their bed. Laying her on her back, he raised her arms over her head. He quickly had her wrists secured to the bedposts with silken cords. Staring up at her husband, Karen quickly got into the game. "What….what are you going to do to me? The Peace Corps sent me to this island to help your tribe grow more food and to teach your children."
Untying the knot at her waist, Mike pulled the sarong from her body. "The sea gives us plenty of food, and we'll teach our children as we have for centuries. Tonight, we'll teach them what human meat …… your meat…tastes like.
Mike was having a hard time keeping his eyes off Karen's beautiful body. "Well, if I'm going to be cooked, don't you think you'd better slide these off too?" she cooed, slowly raising her left leg and moving her anklet in front of his face. Her other foot began to slid up his leg
Her beautiful bush was fully exposed by her raised legs. "Hunh? Oh yes. Right" he responded, reaching up and quickly pulling off each anklet as it was offered.
Lying on her back, Karen slowly and sensuously arched her back, thrusting her tits upwards. "Maybe you'd better check the texture of the Wahninie's tits before you fillet them for the king. He might have you cooked instead if you bring him less than a first class prime white woman."
Mike's hands roamed over her breasts, kneading and massaging them. Karen's breathing got deep and heavy. Pulling gently on her nipples made her cry out in pleasure. "I think those will do very nicely" Mike said. . "Ummm, white woman has nice tits." he remarked. "They'll make great appetizers."
Running his hands down her belly, he gently pinched each thigh. As she raised and turned her hips, his hand shot under her and grabbed her ass hard. "And these will make great roasts" he shouted.
A bowl of warmed cinnamon flavored body oil lay nearby. "But first I must baste the Wahinie so her skin doesn't burn over the coals." he whispered. For the next fifteen minutes, Mike slowly and teasingly rubbed Karen's entire body with the warm, scented oil. Her body glistened in the firelight. Her first orgasm hit her within the first five minutes. By the time he had finished, she was trembling beneath his hands, her eyes shut, moaning softly.
"Now it's time for the main event; the spit itself. Soon your ripe meat will be suspended over the fire. I'll roast you for twelve hours until you are a rich golden brown."
"Be sure to arrange me carefully on the carving board" she gasped. "You'll want to enjoy the sight as well as the smell. I'd suggest roasted sweet potatoes and pineapples for garnish."
Unable to control himself any longer, Mike rolled on top of her. With a single thrust, he buried his cock into her pussy. "ARGHhhhh. " she screamed, as her climax hit her. "Oh God, yes! Spit me! Deeper! All the way."
Later, as they lay spent in each others arms, their bodies still entwined, Karen asked "So, when do I go over the fire?"
"You didn't get hot enough?" Mike asked. "Well, to tell the truth, I decided you would be more valuable in my bed than over the fire, so we cooked a different girl instead. But remember, if I ever get tired of your lovemaking or it gets boring, the fire will always be there."
"Then this Wahinie had better make sure she keeps her cannibal chef totally pussy-whipped," she whispered, "and that is something I'm very good at. Come here!"