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The Dream Holiday
I had been looking forward to the holiday for weeks. Recommended by a friend, I’d found the advert on the internet, offering a once-in-a-lifetime holiday to a practically deserted tropical island resort. The only provisos were that you had to travel alone, and for some reason you could only buy a one-way ticket - the man on the booking line explained that I would get my return ticket when I was ready to leave the island. I guessed this was because guests preferred to return as and when they pleased, rather than being tied to a specific date.
The friend who’d recommended the site had called me just before she flew out. She’d persuaded me to give it a try. Apparently it was a very exclusive and private resort, well off the usual tourist track. Practically only available by invite, she’d said. So I’d looked at the website and I’d called up. Impressed with the service, I booked and paid for my outward flight only, as instructed. I had been hoping to speak to my friend about it when she got back, but as I hadn’t heard from her since she went, I had to make do with the anticipation of a dream holiday…
The flight was uneventful. It was long and boring, and I slept most of the way, eager for my first tropical paradise experience. A taxi met me at the airport and drove me to a small port. A small boat was waiting and took me away from the main island and out to the resort. All the way I was aware that the boat’s captain and his crew were watching me and nudging each other. I was the only guest on the boat. It unnerved me a little, but I was also secretly flattered by their furtive attention.
We arrived on the island where I was met by an older guy, who took my bags and welcomed me to the resort. He explained that as the island was largely untouched by man, there were no luxury hotels, but I’d find my beach-side cabin to be perfectly adequate. He was right. The place was lovely and by looking around, it seemed to be the only cabin on this particular beach. I wondered how they could make money with so few guests. Needless to say, I was also pleased that I could enjoy the place in peace.
Once I was alone, I immediately stripped out of my travelling clothes, which were already clinging to me in the tropical heat. Free from my usual inhibitions, I wandered around the cabin naked, finding the small kitchen, the lounge area, the bedroom and the bathroom. I was confused to find that there was no bedding, no towels, nothing in the kitchen cupboards, - in fact nothing in the cabin other than the furniture, but I was too relaxed to be bothered about that. I decided I’d go find the welcoming guy later. I had a quick shower to refresh myself, then slipped on my bikini before heading out onto the beach.
With the whole beach to myself it was easy to find a place to settle. Just as I lay back on the sand, I was disturbed by a man’s voice.
“You shouldn’t lie out in the sun on your first day”, he said. “You’ll get cooked!”
Slightly annoyed, I sat up and looked around. To my surprise and slight disgust, the man was completely naked. As I was sitting down and he was standing, I found myself staring involuntarily at his cock. He laughed.
“Sorry,” he said gently. “I guess I’m used to being nude around here. There’s so few outsiders here that I forget sometimes.”
With that, he politely covered his genitals with his hands. My blush faded and I looked up to the guy’s face. He looked strong and wild, but with a gentle and loving side perhaps.
“Anyway, hi…” he continued. “My name is Pablo”.
“Er… hi,” I replied, recovering myself. “I’m Emily… I’m here from the UK… I’m staying in the cabin there…”
“Yeah, I know,” he said casually. “Manuel, the man who met you off the boat, told me, and I watched you come out onto the beach.”
“Oh right,” I replied, wondering how long he’d been watching and if he’d seen me naked through the open windows.
“So, like I said, if you stay out in the sun too long on your first day, then you’re gonna cook… and we wouldn’t want that…” he said. “…Yet,” he added under his breath, chuckling.
“OK… well thanks,” I replied. “I wasn’t gonna stay out long anyway. Just wanted to get an idea of the beach.”
“Good,” he said, smiling down at me. “And you’re invited to dinner tonight, as you’re new… Just follow the path off the beach and you’ll find us. We’ll expect you shortly.”
“Uh, ok,” I said, wondering what to make of the invite, and why they’d expect me shortly when it was at least four or five hours until anything like dinner time.
“And clothing is optional,” he added, laughing to himself and moving his hand, before striding away without another word.
I sat on the sand, frowning. What a bizarre place this is, I thought to myself. I decided that the best policy was to play along. Obviously this place has traditions and it’s their way of welcoming foreigners, I thought.
A short while later I’d returned to the cabin and I was trying to decide what to wear for this unusual dinner invitation. In my usual indecisive way, I tried on several things before throwing down a heap of clothes in frustration. “Damn it,” I said to myself. “I’ll just go naked like they want!”
So, with that, I confidently set off from the cabin, stark naked apart from a flimsy wrap tied around my waist and giving me a little modesty. I followed the path as directed, heading inland and into the jungle, quickly forgetting my lack of clothing. I soon found myself approaching a clearing, seemingly deserted. In the centre was a large rectangular shallow pit. The pit itself was blackened as it obviously was intended for a campfire. Over the pit was a metal framework, obviously intended for roasting animals caught on the island. I walked closer.
To one side of the pit was a large wooden table. It seemed to have several leather straps around it, although I couldn’t guess what these could be for. Suddenly, I heard movement around me and several men, including Pablo and the older guy from earlier, came into the clearing. All of them were naked, their eyes fixed on me. Instinctively I put my arm across to cover my bare breasts, although an unexpected thrill of arousal shot through me, causing a familiar tingle between my legs.
“Hello again Emily,” said Pablo, coming up beside me, smiling. “This is Emily,” he said to the others. “She’s our latest guest, and she’s come for dinner.”
For some reason this provoked fits of laughter from the other guys.
“It’s always nice when they come willingly,” laughed one. “Yeah, and I see this one’s already undressed,” said another. “Another fine piece of white meat,” shouted a third.
“Well, let’s get on with dinner preparations,” interrupted Pablo, silencing the others as I stood there blushing and somewhat annoyed at the brashness of their comments. “Thank you for coming Emily,” continued Pablo. “Sorry for my friends if they offended you… it’s just their way of welcoming you to our island. There’s no need to be shy either. We’ve got a few items to get before we prepare dinner, so just wait here and we’ll be ready for you in a minute.”
The men moved around the clearing, going to a small hut nearby and bringing out various wooden crates and stone pots, setting them all down next to the table I’d seen earlier. One guy brought a large pile of wood to the pit and started filling it carefully. I assumed he was preparing a fire for whatever they’d be cooking. Finally it seemed everything was ready, although I couldn’t see any sign of any meat or other food.
The men moved into a huddle and Pablo was obviously issuing instructions, whilst I stood and watched, still somewhat embarrassed at their nudity and my own. I kept fiddling with the wrap, to make sure it didn’t come undone and leave me totally exposed. From the regular glances in my direction, I guessed the guys were already enjoying looking at my breasts. I wondered what had possessed me to come up here naked, especially as it was beginning to look increasingly like I was the only female here! I briefly thought of my friend and wondered why I hadn’t heard from her.
Suddenly the men moved towards me, quickly surrounding me and forming a tight circle. Startled, I stood still, again covering my breasts as best I could.
“Well Emily,” said Pablo, grinning. “It’s time we started dinner preparations. By the looks of it we’ve got a lot of prime quality meat to get cooked, so we need to get started.”
I looked around, confused. I could still see no meat. The men moved closer, all of them grinning and licking their lips. I was even more alarmed to see that some were now getting erections, their cocks growing hard as they approached me. Suddenly something snapped in me and I ran forwards in a panic. It was a pointless gesture as I was surrounded, and the guys in front quickly laid hands on me and dragged me back, kicking and screaming, towards the table.
I was thrown down roughly onto the table top. Strong hands were gripping my arms and legs, holding me down as I struggled and cried out desperately. My wrap was quickly ripped off, leaving me completely naked, as Pablo stuffed a gag into my mouth, leaving me to helplessly mumble and struggle as best I could.
Before I knew what was happening, the first guy was already on top of me. My legs were spread and I felt the leather straps being tightened around my ankles, pulling my legs apart. Similar straps were quickly tied around my wrists, holding me down completely. I closed my eyes in terror, as I felt the first guy’s hard cock enter me. I felt his hot body over me, as his manhood filled my cunt, thrusting in deep. I realised I had no choice but let these guys each have their way with me!
Pablo was the last. He was slightly gentler than the others and he even apologised as he raped me too, casually explaining that the men here didn’t often get to see a tasty and edible woman... Despite it all, I found myself involuntarily responding to his thrusts and caresses, somehow trusting him. Without warning I succumbed to an orgasm, letting it wash over me as Pablo let his load flood my pussy at the same time. Finally it was over, my body aching, as I waited to be released from the bonds which held me firmly to the table.
They didn’t release me. With the gag still firmly in place, I couldn’t even cry out and beg. The men surrounded the table, each picking up a stone jug full of water and tipping it over me. Although the water was lukewarm from the sun, it was still a shock against my skin, as they splashed the water all over me. I wondered why they were washing me…
To my alarm, one guy then came around to my head with a knife and I felt him tugging at my hair, cutting it roughly with the knife. I tried to move, shouting helplessly into my gag, but he was holding my head firmly, as I felt him cutting randomly, letting my long hair fall away to the ground. The other guys around me were busy with a sticky substance which they started coating onto my skin, working with a firm caress up from my feet to my neck. I lay there, tied down and totally helpless to whatever sick game these guys were playing with me.
As the guy at my head finished, leaving me practically bald, although I couldn’t see it, the others covered my scalp with the same sticky substance as my body was now encased in. I could feel the substance on my skin hardening and it felt like it was burning into me. I tried to squirm but I knew by now that it was no use. Pablo came to my side and looked down at me. He seemed more sympathetic to my distress, although that may have been my imagination.
“Don’t worry Emily,” he said kindly. “The substance we put on you is a mixture from various local plants here. We’ve found it is ideal for hair removal and exfoliating the skin ready for…” He trailed off, as the others smiled. “It’s like wax,” he continued. “It’s all part of the preparation.”
I didn’t know what he meant, but his last words unnerved me even more. There was something going on here which was worse than the gang-rape I’d just endured…
The waxy substance on my skin was definitely now stinging against my flesh. It was painful, but not unbearable, and it began to itch more than anything. Finally, the guys began to peel it off me, now that it had fully hardened. I wanted to cry out each time they pulled a piece away from my skin, as it felt like my skin was being ripped off. Underneath, as I looked down, my skin was still the same pasty white it had been when I’d arrived, much to my surprise. It really had felt like it was burning, like in an acid.
I could only wonder what was coming next as I lay there. The men had all picked up more pots, and next they started rubbing another sticky mixture onto my skin. This time, it looked to me like an oil, although there were other things mixed in with it. I began to think that perhaps this was just some elaborate relaxation and massage technique designed for guests, then I remembered the rape and my confusion and suspicion only deepened.
Now that I was covered from my feet to my neck with the oily substance, I could smell herbs which must have been in the mixture. To my side, I could see two of the men now making final preparations to the fire pit beside the table. A creeping fear came over me… A doubt in my mind, as I reeled back over Pablo’s words to me since I’d met him. No, I thought to myself, they can’t be… they couldn’t…
Over the pit was a rig of metalwork, which I’d presumed earlier was for hanging the meat over the fire. Having lit a small fire in the pit, the men lifted up the top section of the framework, which from my awkward position looked like a single bar, about the length of me. The terrifying thought which had come into my head was only further confirmed when the bar was brought over to the table. I started struggling hard, pulling with all my strength at the leather bonds holding me down, arching my back and trying desperately to escape the nightmare. I screamed into my gag, but it was to no avail. I was trapped and I knew there was no escape.
“Turn her over,” Pablo said, from somewhere beside me, although I had my eyes closed, sobbing, and praying for an escape.
I felt hands on me, holding me firmly as the bonds were finally released. I tried to move, but the men were too strong for me, pinning me down as they rolled me over so I was face down. I felt the weight of the metal bar put on my back, the metal bar running down the centre of my back. I sobbed desperately. I felt my ankles being lifted and tied to the far end of the bar. My arms were roughly pulled behind my back and my wrists tied to another point on the pole. I felt myself being lifted up slightly, cords being passed beneath me and around me - across my chest, hips and legs, each tying me to the bar. I was now firmly attached to the pole, which I’d earlier assumed was for roasting meat. I now couldn’t escape the fact that I was that meat. These guys were going to cook me…!
The terror and panic was only equally by my annoyance that I’d been so naïve and stupid. Now I realised why I hadn’t heard from my friend. She had never come back from this damned island! She had also been a victim to these cannibals! I sobbed, giving up my struggle as it was now even more impossible to move. I heard Pablo’s voice giving instructions and then he spoke to me:
“Well Emily,” he said, in his same gentle tone which had made me trust him in the first place. “It looks like our preparations are complete so we just need to get the meat on to cook”.
I tried to mumble something through the gag. He laughed.
“Sorry you won’t be joining us for dinner after all,” he continued. “At least, you won’t be joining us for dinner, but you will be dinner!”
With that, I was lifted and carried to the fire pit, which was already alight, burning gently beneath the framework to which the bar was now attached, leaving me hanging there helplessly, looking down pitifully into the glowing embers.
I didn’t feel the heat at first, after all, the island was tropical so the air to which I’d acclimatised was relatively hot already. Gradually I felt the fire beneath me - the heat rising up and wrapping around my body. I looked down into the crackling wood beneath me, occasional licks of flame jumping up between the logs. My sweat started mixing with the oil and herbs coating my skin. Occasionally, a drip of oil and sweat would trickle off me and splash into the heat below, sizzling and smoking.
I looked around me and the men were standing watching me. A couple of them had erections. Other men were now coming into the clearing to watch, and to my disbelief, women and children too. All naked. This was obviously the island tribe for which I was going to be dinner! I wondered how many innocent women had been lured here on the promise of an exclusive tropical paradise, only to end up being roasted alive and eaten like this…
“My friends,” I heard Pablo announcing to the assembled crowd. “Once again we are to dine on the luxurious meat of a Western woman tonight…”
This met with cheers and applause.
“We will never submit to Western tourism, nor open up our island to wanton destruction and invasion,” he continued. I stopped listening as he preached. One of the men was stoking up the fire beneath me and a sudden rush of heat caught my breath. I tried to wet my dried lips, but even my throat was now dry and my breath was rasping. I looked down at myself. My skin was red, aching and stinging all over as I hung there above the unforgiving flames. I closed my eyes once again and hoped the end would come quickly.
Suddenly water was splashed on my face and over my bald head. I looked up. Pablo was giving more instructions:
“Keep her awake,” he said, looking annoyed. “She must stay alive while she cooks - the pain adds to the flavour and it’s her punishment for coming here. She mustn’t die until we’ve cut out her insides too, or it will ruin the meat!”.
I gasped for breath. How can there be more horrors still to come, I thought despairingly. From then on, I was forced to drink regular sips of water, which apparently had been mixed with the juices from another special plant to help keep me alive, and my head was also kept wet and cool. By now I could barely feel my skin. The pain was still present, but it was more like a dull ache, throbbing incessantly. My skin was now deep red, almost brown, crisp and hard. Beneath, I knew my muscles were cooking, as I was no longer able to flex or move at all, turning me into nothing more than a roast dinner for these cannibals…
Before I knew it, Pablo announced that an hour had passed and it was time to take me off the fire for final preparation. Although I was weak and dizzy, and my breathing was ragged and sore, I was still conscious. The men lifted me off the frame and carried back to the table where I was unceremoniously placed, facing upwards. To be away from the heat was a welcome relief, as I was given more of the infused water and was able to breathe cooler air again.
I looked down at my body. I couldn’t feel anything now, apart from the aching pain of my heart and lungs struggling to keep functioning. Pablo came over to me.
“Well, Emily, you look delicious already,” he said. “But I’m afraid we now have to say goodbye as we need to cut you up and take out your internal organs. The potion you’ve been drinking will keep you alive for a little while longer so if you’re lucky you might even get to watch us dining on your luscious body…”
I wanted to shout curses at him, but my throat was too dry to speak, even now with the gag removed. I didn’t feel the knife cutting through my flesh and bone, as first my feet and hands were cut off, followed by my lower legs and lower arms. I felt something as they sliced mercilessly into my thighs and cut my upper legs from my body, having to saw through the bone. The same for my upper arms, although instead of using a saw they just ripped the joint from my shoulder.
I looked around as best I could. I knew my body was no more - my limbs were distributed around the crowd. I watched mutely, almost fascinated, as the men, women and children greedily tore into my flesh, consuming what had once been my arms and legs. Some were nibbling greedily, whilst others took large bites. The meat obviously wasn’t cooked right through, as most were left with bloody faces after their share, but it seemed to only add to their excitement. There wasn’t enough to go around and the table was quickly surrounded by other hungry mouths.
“Eat!” cried Pablo, pointing at me.
The crowd around me dived in. I felt mouths and teeth biting directly into me, tearing at the stumps of my arms and legs, some trying to turn me over to get to the meat of my buttocks, whilst others took small knives and plunged them into me, cutting at my breasts and stomach. I knew I couldn’t possibly last much longer. I was able to feel a mouth at my crotch. I looked down through the mob and saw a young-looking girl eagerly licking at my pussy, watched fondly by her mother. I vaguely heard the mother proudly explaining that this was her daughter’s first taste of girl-meat…
For a moment I thought the girl was trying to make me cum as she lapped eagerly at my clit, but much to my frustration I inevitably couldn’t feel it, as all my nerve endings were dead. Instead, I felt a twinge as the girl seemed to change her mind and took a large bite into my cunt lips, greedily chewing. Finally I felt the effects of the tropical drug wearing off and drowsiness came quickly to me. My last image was Pablo cutting deep into my stomach with a large knife and slicing my body open to gut me and butcher any remaining meat. There was a sharp and sudden pain in my chest, then I closed my eyes and experienced no more.
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Back in the UK, Emily’s friend Sophie checked her e-mails. There was one from Emily, dated a few days ago, explaining that she was going on holiday to an exclusive tropical island. She suggested Sophie had a look at the website and perhaps should book a holiday there herself. Sophie smiled. Yes, she needed a holiday… Clicking on the website, Sophie read all the details and dialled the number to make a booking...
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