Green Acres

                                    CANNIBAL ACRES
                                                   BY
                                            A CANNIBAL

Oliver was having a midlife crises he was tired of city life wanted to move to the country maybe become a farmer. His wife, Lisa, was 23 years old beauty from Italy, would want to remain in the city.
  Lisa went to the bars and flirted with the guys who would buy her drinks and there were no bars in the Hicksville as she called it. That’s another reason why he wanted to move. Oliver didn’t mind his wife going to the bars and flirting with strangers as long as that’s as far as it went. The problem was his friends went to these bars and would laugh at him saying how easy his wife was.
 So one day instead of going directly to work he had a meeting with a real-estate agent who gave him a listing of farms for sale. In the listings he found a farm that he liked the realtor had little information on it other then the location which was in a small town 300 miles from the nearest big city.
 “I’ll get you more information on this listing if you want,” the realtor said.
 Oliver said, “No it looks good let’s put a bid on it.”
 That done he we went to the office upon arriving he had a message form the realtor that his offer had been accepted. He immediately quit his job went home and told Lisa to pack they were moving right away.
Lisa stood there mouth hanging open, “what do you mean were moving? Were you transferred to a different office?”
 He gave her a large smile, which she didn’t like because it always meant he was going to say something she didn’t like.
 “Nope you know that dream I always had, about buying a farm and becoming a gentleman farmer?”
She looked at him shaking her head no “YOU DIDN’T!” she screamed.
 He calmly said, “I did now go pack! Just one suit case I’ll have the movers pack the rest and take it to Hootsville.”
 Lisa left the room cursing in Italian from what Oliver could understand she wasn’t upset about moving so much; it was that she could only take one suitcase.
While Lisa was packing Oliver made a few calls to find out what would be a good crop to plant this season and also the movers. When he went back in the bedroom there was his darling wife trying to put three mink jackets into the suitcase, which was already full of miniskirts and shoes.
“I need another suitcase I can’t fit all my clothes into just one,” Lisa complained.
 Well I could let you have mine I’m not going to need more then one suit but you’ll have to pay for it,” he said with a smile and a wink.
 She groaned and muttered something in Italian then said, “Ok but lets get it over with.”
 Oliver would divorce her but she would take a substantial amount of alimony and support. Besides he really did enjoy bedding her even if she didn’t.
A few hours later Lisa had her two suitcases in the car and they were on their way to Hootsville. After a long two day trip they arrived in the new town Lisa got out of the car and looked around.
 A sign saying Hanley’s general store was the biggest building in town. Lisa really want a beer to cool her off so she went in looking around she didn’t see a cooler “where do you keep the beer?” she asked.
The store clerk replied “sorry ma’am we don’t sock beer.” He quickly looked around the store then continued, “you’re not a revenuer are you? No of course not it don’t even sound you’re your from around here. I tell you why we don’t sell beer.”
He looked around again the store was empty before continuing, “Most people around here make their own liquor.”
  Lisa shrugged saying, “when I was a little girl we use to make our own wine is that what you mean.”
 The store clerk looked around again the store was still empty. He reached under the counter and pulled out a jug “take a sip of this but not to much it strong.”
Lisa took the jug and sniffed the contents then took a large gulp. “Mmm not bad,” and tilted the jug to her mouth for another gulp.  It was then the white lighting hit her and she fell on to the floor half drunk. The clerk came around the counter moving the jug aside and started foundling the young woman.
But before he could go too far he heard footsteps on the porch. He quickly propped Lisa up next to the counter and picking up the jug and dashed around the counter.
Oliver came in Lisa had said she wanted to buy some groceries but that had been a half hour ago. He came into the store and took one look at his wife and new she was drunk. She was singing off key in Italian.
“Come honey let get you home and dried out,” Oliver told Lisa.
 The clerk said “you live around here sir?”
Picking up his wife he said, “Yes I just bought the farm on Handy road. Now if you’ll pardon me I need to get her home.”
The man cam around the counter grab a couple blankets of a shelf “you may need these it gets cold at night around here,” he said.
 Oliver thanked the man and took Lisa, who was still singing, to the car and drove off for the farm. Following the directions he had got from his computer he arrived at a broken down farm.
 “This can’t be the place I bought,” he said to Lisa who was now sleeping.
The place was a wreck the house needed painting the plants round the house had die. The interior was no better when he entered the inside. Holes in the roof paint pealing from the walls it was going to take a while to fix the house. He’d see about it in the morning first thing was to get Lisa sobered up.
Later when Lisa was sober she began to inspect the house. “You left the city for this? How much did you pay to get this dump?” she said angrily.
“Well it’s not too bad a little paint and some subs it’ll look real nice and we can do that,” Oliver said.
 Lisa groaned “I’m not a painter and neither are you and what about the hole in the roof?”
 Oliver had to agree he was no handyman, “your right honey I’ll see about getting some one in the morning.”
 The next morning tried to figure out who would know where he could get someone to do the repairs the house needed he had no phonebook and the phone had yet to be connected and his cell phone didn’t work here in the sticks.
 He decided to go back to the general store they would know who did that kind of work. Lisa went along put on her best tight dress. It was black the hemline just a couple inches below her pussy the neck line plunged deep toward her breast.
 “Why are you wearing that outfit?” Oliver questioned his wife.  She gave a little laugh and said “if you want the best price dressing sexy is the best way.”
 After finding out at the store that brothers on the next farm were carpenters they went to see them. Knocking on the door it was answered by a man in his 30’s he introduced himself as Alf. Oliver explained that they needed help to repairing the house.
 Alf’s attention was on Lisa and the short dress. Oliver smiled to himself; he knew Alf liked what he saw. Oliver had to clear his throat to get the man’s attention.
“Ah oh yes,” Alf said turning to face Oliver, “my brother does all the pricing I get him.”
 After he’d left the room Oliver told Lisa “I think you were right about that sexy dress. “If his brother acts the same way then it’s going to be cheap.”
 Just then Alf came walking back in with a blond woman who Oliver would have considered very pretty if she wasn’t in overalls and having paint on her face. “
This is my brother Ralph. Now if you’ll tell him what it is that needs fixing he should be able to give you a quote.”
 Oliver and Lisa look from Alf to Ralph then at each other. Oliver shrugged saying, “ah Ralph ah…” he explained what needed fixing but both Ralph and Alf paid little attention to him they both kept looking Lisa up and down.
When Oliver had finished the “brothers” looked at each other.
 Ralph said,
“Would you give us a couple minutes we need to talk this over?”
  They walk away to the other end of the room leaving Lisa and Oliver alone. “I don’t know why he call her his brother she a girl,” Lisa stated.
 “You might have to have a conference with Ralph try to convince him that he’s a she,” Oliver said.
 Alf and Ralph came back “could I have a private word with you,” Alf ask.
“Sure, Lisa why don’t you have that talk with Ralph,” Oliver told his wife.
 Once the other two had moved off to the other side of the room   Alf said. “To start we can fix the house but it’s going to cost a lot of money.”  Oliver frowned at that news “how much is it going to cost?”
Alf produced a jug “you better have a swig of this before I tell you.”  Oliver took the gulp out of the jug; then Alf told him the price and Oliver took an even larger gulp.
“Now don’t panic we might be able to work something out,” Alf said and looking over at the other end of the room.
 Lisa and Ralph were in a heated debate, “look you and I are women why don’t you except that,” Lisa said.
 Ralph shook his head no. Lisa wasn’t going to lose the argument, “look I’ll prove it take off you top and I’ll take mine off and I’ll show you what I mean” Ralph nodded and proceeded to remove her overalls, shirt, and bra reviling C size tits. Lisa also removed her top of her dress she wasn’t wearing a bra, “look we both have breasts” Lisa said pointing to them. Ralph reach out and touched Lisa left breast nodding before saying, “You have nice tits but my brother’s haven’t grown out yet.”
 Lisa had tried everything she could think of but one and she didn’t really want to do it but she had to convince this woman that she wasn’t a guy. “Ok look let get out of our clothes and I’ll show you that your not a guy,” Lisa told Ralph.
They both peeled the rest of their clothes off and stood naked looking at each other. Lisa didn’t notice the look in Ralph’s eyes, the look of hunger.
“Look we don’t have anything sticking out between our legs,” Lisa said. Ralph looked over Lisa and replied, “Let me get a closer look.” And dropped to her knees sticking her head between Lisa’s legs then Ralph’s tongue went to work on Lisa’s pussy.
 Lisa’s eyes went wide with surprise then a smile appeared on her face and a soft moan escaped her lips. The men at the other end of the room watched with interest as the two women started have sex.
 “Why do you call your brother ‘brother’ it clear to me that she is your sister,” Oliver asked.
“I know she thinks she my brother ever sense that hammer hit her in the head,” Alf told him.
 As they watched the women Alf continued, “You know I said we could work out a deal to fix your house. Well all you have to pay for is for the materials.” He stopped talking when Lisa let out a large yell as an orgasm overtook her.
 Oliver shook his head in amassment, “she’s never done that with me. Ah you were saying about the cost.”
 Alf was also distracted by the two women’s antics but replied “oh um yeah I was saying well you see Ralph and I well we like women,” he hesitated for a moment look at the women Lisa now had her head buried between Ralph’s legs.
 Alf continued, “Well we like them in the sack of course but we like them on a platter too. Your wife is a fine piece of meat and we’d love to have her for dinner.”
 Oliver didn’t know what to say the people were nuts they like to eat beautiful women and they wanted his wife. “Does she have to volunteer or do you just grab her and throw her in an oven?” Oliver wondered.
Alf smiled, “does that mean you’re considering let us have her?
 And in answer to your question, no she doesn’t have to volunteer. In fact for some reason the meat always tastes better when they haven’t.” watching the two women still having sex Oliver asked, “do you kill them before cooking or are they alive and know what happing to happing to them?”
Alf smiled, “well the flavor is enhanced when they’re cooked alive.”
 For some reason the thought of his wife cook being cooked alive excited him.
“Well I will miss her in bed but you can have her. Err would you mind if I had my wife one last time before well before you turn her in to meat. Oh and when are you planning to do this?” Oliver asked.
 Alf look across the room the women had finished and both looked to be in a sexual haze. Lisa laid prop up next to couch her eyes glazed over. Ralph was no better lying next to Lisa a smile and girl cum on covering her face.
“Well I think we can start now that my brother has relaxed the meat.”
They both laughed at the joke before Alf found some rope. He came up behind Lisa and before she knew what was happening the rope had her arm pined to her side. Lisa didn’t stir it wasn’t enough to awaken her.
 “Hey Alf you should try her she’s fantastic,” Ralph’s voice came to the two men soft and relaxed.
 Alf looked at Oliver who shrugged and said, “Sure go ahead why should your brother,” he winked at the other man, “have all the fun. And he is right she’s a fantastic fuck. But ah one thing before you do,” he paused to look at Ralph. Then he whispered to Alf, “Do you mind if I fuck Ralph? Maybe if Ralph had a man in her it would shock her back to being a girl.”
 Alf laugh out load at that and replied, “I think it’s only fair you should, after all I’ve got your wife.”
 With that said he grabbed Lisa threw over his shoulder and disappeared into a bedroom. Ralph still lay there in the after glow of sex so Oliver decided to have her right there on the couch.
 He was really horny after watching the two women go at so when he striped out of his clothing his full nine inches sprang out at Ralph.
 She stared at his member then look down at her own sex. “What happen to mine? Can it be true am I a girl?” Oliver advanced slowly toward her and said, “You look like one to me. Now just relax and enjoy what’s going to happen to you.” Oliver picking Ralph up off the floor gave her a kiss and deposited her on to the couch. Ralph was still well lubricated from the time with Lisa so he slid easily into her. Inside of five minuets Ralph was singing like she never done before.
 Oliver gave a loud groan as he shot his load into the woman and Ralph did likewise. They both collapsed on the couch.
He must have fallen asleep because he was awakened his wife’s screams. "Oliver help me don’t let do this to me help.” It took Oliver a few seconds to remember what was going on and where he was. They had her laying her legs pushed back to her chest.
“Oh I see you have a turkey I thought she was going to be a pork roast.”
He received grins from the “brothers” with Alf saying. “She’ll cook better as a turkey”
“Hi turkey Alf said they ate people but I didn’t believe him until now. I think I’ll let him do it I’m kind of curious how human meat tastes,” Oliver told his wife.
 “NOOO!” Lisa screamed, “Let me go I wouldn’t taste good.”
 The three of them look down at the meat on the table then at each other. Ralph said, “I don’t know about you guys but I thought tasted great earlier.”
That started every one laughing except Lisa who was crying now. Between the roars of laughter both men agreed that she did taste good raw and hoped she be as good when she was cooked.
 This infuriated Lisa she cursed at them in Italian as she was placed in a large roasting pan.
As Ralph sliced vegetables over Lisa she said, “You know you’re right I am a woman. You’re husband convinced me of that earlier. By the way my name is not Ralph it’s Rachel and yours is dinner.”
 That brought about more cursing, in Italian.
“You know it doesn’t do any good to yell in Italian because no one here can understand you,” Oliver told his soon to be roasted wife.  She switched to English and started to plea, “I won’t tell anyone let me go.” Rachel nodded to the men who picked up the pan and deposited it and the contents at the entrance to the oven. As Rachel sprinkled salt and pepper on the meat she told her, “oh we’ll let you go alright. After we’ve digested you, that is.” With that Lisa was pushed into the oven; screaming all the way to be released. When the oven door slam shut Lisa looked around for a way out. There was none and Lisa really started to panic as the oven started to warm up.
Up to this point there was a chance they were just playing a game. She struggled to get free but it was no use and the oven was getting hotter every second. Lisa screamed in terror, as she smelled herself starting to roast. When she looked out the oven door she could see three faces starring back. Then one head bent down out of view. She could guess which one and what was going on but she could do nothing about it. The oven door opened and she was pulled out a little. Alf stood there looking at her hopes rose and just as sudden diminished when he said “time for your basting then its back in you go.” Before she was pushed back in she did get a glance of Rachel with her mouth rapped around Oliver’s cock. Back in the oven she yelled to be let out but they either didn’t hear her or were ignoring her.
As time past she became weaker then the oven door open again this time by Rachel. As she basted Lisa, Oliver told his wife, “you smell delicious these people really know how to cook. They call you long pig. Oh and Rachel says you doing fine but still have a few more hours to go.”
 Lisa was slid back in and shortly there after her eyes closed as her breathing and heart stopped. She was no longer human but a piece of roasting meat.
The table was set and Lisa was brought out from the oven and placed in the center. The body was golden brown with the exception of a juicy red apple in her mouth and parsley covering pussy. Their wine glasses were filled and Oliver questioned this, “I thought you’d have white lighting with her. Do you always have wine with this type of meal?”
Alf and Rachel laughed with Rachel saying, “Yes wine complements a meal like this. The white lighting is what we use to procurer the meat.” They carved Lisa each having a slice of cunt steak to start. All agreed that it was even better cook then raw. During the meal he asked questions like how often did they have meals like this and where did they get them. They were glad to answer his questions it was rare that they had live company for dinner.
By the end of the meal he had decided he was going to like it here, especially if there was to be meals like this around town.

                                            THE   END