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Too often cannibal stories leave out details about the eating, which is really the most important part to me. Describing every part of the body as you do - because certainly every part of a woman's body must be very delicious. I would like to see a story that goes into detail about the drumsticks (calves)! This must be one of the most luscious and tender joints of meat. Not to be eaten with knife or fork, of course. Once the girl's drumstick is cooked to perfection, with most of the fat melted, with the skin salty and crispy, the meat so tender that it's nearly falling off the bone, then the feast may begin. The round, bulging shank is handed from guest to guest, first to be felt, smelled and admired in all it's golden roasted perfection before anyone is allowed to eat. The weight and heft of the joint is greatly appreciated, for the girl is quite athletic, not too thin and not too fat, and the best part is, she's sitting in a chair in front of everyone, and she's quite excited about being the guest of honor - this was well worth her sacrifice! And of course, she will be allowed the first bite. As all the guests are licking the warm, buttery grease from their fingers, some can already be observed shuddering with ecstasy. She takes the fabulous meaty shank in her hand, says to all, "Bon appetit! Enjoy!" As she sinks her teeth into the crispy skin, the juices squirt into the eager crowd, and a cheer goes up. "Alright, Veronica! Thank you for the best leg roast we've ever seen!" Veronica takes a bite of the roundest, fullest, most muscular and fattest part of her calf. Her eyes roll with the extreme pleasure of eating a part of her own body. It's her first taste of a woman's meat ever, and she is swept away by the wonderful flavor. "May I please have one more bite?" she asks the guests politely. "Of course!" they all respond in unison. Many of the women allow their husbands the first bite, and give them pleasure with theiir hands or mouths while the men sink their teeth into this young woman's spit-roasted leg. Some men, and women are patiently waiting their turn, because the love gnawing the thouroughly-cooked meat from the tendons and bones most of all. There the flesh is still pink and has a stronger flavor. Soon the once lovely, shapely, feminine leg has had its voluptuous curviness reduced to a tibia and fibula and nothing more. Some men are now cracking these, and sucking the nutritious marrow from them.

Other guests are already staring at Veronica's intact leg with wild, hungry longing. Her creamy, soft white skin, her vivaciously fit physique, the bulge of her calf, so perfectly formed, not overly defined. Most of them have tasted raw, living human flesh at least once, and the memory of the tangy bloody taste is well-lodged in their memories. And there is a collective memory, a much older one; of living in the wild, of hunting prey, of pouncing upon a helpless creature and devouring it. Dr. Fisher, sensing the danger that the frenzied crowd might now attack her and attempt to eat her other leg raw and very much alive, asks her if he should administer the anaesthetic. The poor girl quickly nods her desperate assent. The M.D. hastily applies a tourniquet above her knee and the local anaesthetic as before. He shouts to the uncontrollable guests that they must now wait for the drug to take effect. They quickly lose patience and begin groping the hapless young woman, tearing every shred of clothing from her perfect form. The crowd falls silent as they stare now incredulously at her flawless body, aside from the missing leg. The backs of her thighs have such a wonderful curvy bulge that tapers at the top up to her amazingly round buttocks. They are extremely muscular, too be sure, but well-endowed with a layer of smooth, feminine, voluptuous fat. For a moment the women in the group become civil again and begin asking a host of questions: “Were you a dancer?” “Oh, you were a gymnast in high school?” “I bet you jog a lot!” “I’ve been working out for years, but my butt is still flat…how do you do it??” But the the men were not to be put off. There is now a bestial gleam in their eyes, and their appreciation of young Veronica goes far beyond aesthetic appraisal. They continue their groping so forcefully that Veronica cries out as she feels hands literally trying to pull the flesh from her bones. Then she feels fingernails – the women have now joined in – and they are drawing blood. The men lap up the blood like crazed hounds, and there is no turning back. One man grabs a sharp knife and thrusts it into the swelling of the buttocks where they attach to the lower back. Veronica lets out a horrible scream as the knife slits open her buttock and continues its merciless slicing down the entire back of her leg. Dr. Fisher rushes in to sever her spinal cord at the base of the back, being sworn to the Hippocratic Oath to reduce suffering. The bleeding is profuse as the men rush to slip their fingers into this crevice and pull off a chunk of flesh for themselves . But this is not the drumstick that had roasted on the rotisserie for 3 hours, and the meat does not yield itself so quickly. This is Veronica, and she is still alive. Now there are 4 or 5 men on either side of the slashed leg, and they are tearing into the girl’s raw meat with their teeth. Clamping down on a piece with ferocity, they feel the muscle fibers and connective tissue finally give way. The unfortunate girl’s skin is obstinately holding out, but the men tear away large chunks of her meat which are easily stripped away as the subcutaneous fat layer releases its hold.

Some of the women are still attempting to be “civil.” They are yelling “Stop! You men are horrible! At least get some soy sauce or teriyaki for that! Now one woman has got a knife, and she is threatening the men. “Now I’m going to open up the other side, and don’t any of you men come near it! This is for the ladies!” And she slices the already amputated limb from the top of the buttock down to the tied-off stump. Bottles of various sauces are passed around, and each woman waits for a turn to enjoy a taste of Veronica-Sashimi. Unlike the men, they are not so keen on the animalistic approach, and the use in turn very sharp knives to slice off appetizing portions. The most coveted meat is that of her splendid rump. The extra fat lends a natural sweetness, and the flesh there, despite years of grueling workouts, is the most tender of all. Veronica is, of course, beside herself, but most of her sensations of pain are fading. She watches now, rather detached, as one guest after the other helps him/herself to another tidbit of her once gorgeous body. Most of the guests have appeased their appetite, at least for now, and the slicing and biting subsides, then finally stops.

Veronica can finally speak, though her strength is fading fast, and even the good doctor could never stop her bleeding. “Well, I really hadn’t bargained for this! I thought I was just giving up my leg below the knee! What happened?”

“Oh dear, we’re sorry! Someone should have warned you…it really hasn’t happened for a long time like this, and we thought we had things under control…”stammered Mrs. Jeffries, the hostess. “But we haven’t had such a fine girl in 3 years…” Other guests chimed in:”Honestly we’ve never tasted anyone like you, Veronica. You are a gift from the gods to mankind!” Veronica spoke very slowly and softly now. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed me. Just promise me one thing: that you’ll roast the rest of me properly. I know my well-muscled arms will make good eating, My boyfriend always enjoyed biting into my forearms…not like you savages, mind you…I wish I could be around to try more… especially my round shoulders, if the meat is well-done, that might be as tender and tasty as my butt…was…and breast…and ribs…and flanks…mmmmm…” And with a pleasant smile, Veronica faded away.

Sorry to turn a comment into a story! I just got carried away!