Meals on Wheels

Meals on Wheels
By
A Cannibal

M/g (3) M/g (8) oral cannibalism

It was New Year's morning and 3 year old Clair woke up early. She wanted to ride her new tricycle that Santa had given her. She had a problem though and that was when she went out a couple days ago in her pajamas they had got dirty.
Clair's mommy yelled at her for that. She complained bitterly about having to wash them again.
 Today however Clair had a way to around her pajama's getting dirt. It was very simple she wouldn't were them. Also if she didn't wear anything else mommy couldn't complain her clothes were dirty. So the little redhead stripped down to her birthday suit.
 She went quietly past her mother and father's bedroom and to the living room. Clair's tricycle was still under the Christmas tree where she left it.
She hop on it and peddled to the front door.
 Opening the door she had second thoughts about what going out. Even though this was southern Florida it was cold outside and maybe she should get dressed and put on a jacket. Clair decided that she wouldn't because mommy would only yell again that her clothes were dirty.
 So the little girl set out for a ride on her tricycle. She peddled down the sidewalk toward a park at the end of the road.
 A man walked out of his house to pick up the morning paper when he noticed a little girl peddling his way. What surprised him was that the girl hadn't a stitch of clothing on.
 His name was Keith lived at the end street across from the park. He had a secret and that was he was a pedophile.
 Keith like little girls, which was why his house was right across from the park. He could spy on the young girls as they played using his telescope.
 The man liked it when they were on the swings and could see their undies. However this was even better Keith didn't even have to use his imagination to know what the little slit looked like.
 He scanned the street and saw nobody else about as she came near. Keith knew if he was going to snatch her he'd had to do it now, before someone saw her with him.
 “Hi there little one, aren't you cold riding like that?" he asked with a trusting smile.
 Clair stopped her trike and nodded, "uh-huh, but I really wanted to ride my new bike."
 Keith nodded and asked, "Would you like some hot coco. It'll warm you up so you won't be cold when you ride."
 The girl's eyes lit up at the mention of hot coco. Her mommy didn't give her many sweets.
 Clair turned her tricycle rode it up the driveway and into the man's house. As Keith shut the door he took one more look around and saw nobody had come out looking for girl.
 Why don't you leave your trike here in the living room? Then we'll go into the kitchen for coco," he explained.
 Clair really didn't want to live her new tricycle but the man had said the magic word, "coco." she got off her wheels and put her hand in his and they walked into the kitchen.
 Keith sat her at the table and went to the stove to make her coco. He melted a chocolate bar then added splash peppermint schnapps and a dollop crème de menthe for a "hot peppermint patty."
Handing her a big mug she took a ship.
 "Mmm peppermint that's my favorite next to chocolate," Clair said and taking a big gulp.
 Soon the mug was empty and Keith asked the girl, "Would you like another?"
  Clair swayed a little as she handed him the mug. Keith smiled knowing she was becoming drunk just like he planned.
 The 3 year old didn't make it though her second mug before she slid from the chair to the floor unconscious. Keith picked her up off the floor and took her to the living room. He laid Clair out on the couch. She'd most likely be out for a couple hours and turn his attention to the trike. He needed to get rid of it before there was a search.
 Keith decided to take it to the park which had a river on the far side of it. With luck the police would think she had fallen in and drowned.
 After putting on a pair of rubber gloves he took the trike to the river and tossed it into river. On the way back home he saw a lone rider on a bicycle.
Keith smiled as the rider came nearer. It was a girl of about 8 years of age with long brunet hair. He could have another toy because there was still nobody around.
 While Keith already had one toy but she was small. This one was larger and was more to his liking.
 As she peddled past him Keith reached out with one hand knocking her from the bike. His other hand covered her mouth so she couldn't scream.
 He dragged the kicking girl back to his house. Once inside Keith pinned the girl to the wall and used his belt to pin the girl’s hands to her sides.
"Let me go! Someone help me I've been kidnapped!" the girl screamed.
Laughing Keith said, "Scream all you want. I've had this house soundproofed so nobody going to her you. Now what’s your name or do I just call you toy. That’s what you are you know."
She screamed even louder, "help there's a man in here and he'd going to rape me!"
With a sigh Keith once again told the meat to be quiet, "Shut your mouth or I'll have to gag you and you won't like what I use for a gag!"
 Her screams turn to whimpers and she still struggled to free herself. Unfortunately for the girl she couldn't get loose.
 The girl was pushed into the living room. She paused upon seeing a naked Clair sleeping on the couch.
Keith used that opportunity to grab an electrical cord from the lamp tie her legs. That would keep her from wondering off temporally until he could get a rope.
 Of course this set out new round of screams from the toy. If her feet were tied she had no chance of escaping.
 "Let me go. I won't tell anyone you kidnapped me and Clair," the girl said.
 Keith laughed, "Ah so her name is Clair. I take it she a friend of your little sister. Now will you tell me your name?"
 The girl nodded and asked "Why is Clair naked? Did you fuck her?"
 "Ok toy if you won't tell me your name I'll just keep calling you toy. Hmm, I wonder if I remove your clothes if I find your name is sewed into them somewhere. I guess I'll just take them off and find out." Keith explained.
 Her eyes became huge and she screamed, "No I'll tell you my name it's Debbie. There now you don't have to take my clothes off."
 "Alright Debbie I won't strip you right now. I want to play with Clair anyway. You just lay there and watch. That way you'll know what I've got planned for you later on," Keith said with an evil grin.
 He walked over to the sleeping 3 year old, who had curled into a ball, and stretched her out flat. Spreading her legs he slid his head between Clair scrawny legs and licked her slit.
 After a few minutes of lubing the girl's sex he deemed her wet enough to enter. He lowered his pants before sitting down next Clair.
 Keith moved the girl into up a standing position over his lap. Then lower Clair slowly toward his stiff cock. As she was lowered Keith made adjustments the little toy so she'd line up properly.
 The head of his cock touched the outer lips and he let gravity do the rest. Unfortunately Clair's sex was so small and tight that he couldn't fit inside her.
 Even when Keith tried to force himself inside the girl's sex his manhood wouldn't fit.
 He was disappointed that he couldn't fuck the 3 year old, still she had other uses. Keith was not only a pedophile but a cannibal as well.
Clair looked to be just right for dinner tonight. She was a young tender morsel and all that he needed to do was get her ready. Since she was already well marinated he decided to dispatch the girl as painlessly as possible. Still he thought Clair needed to provide him some entertainment.
 Keith decided an air dance would do. Also it might make Debbie more compliant if he threatened to do her the same way.
 He went to a draw and pulled some rope out and brought it back into the living room. Sitting down next to Clair he began to make a hangman's noose.
 Debbie watched as silently as he worked the rope thinking he was going to use it to tie Clair up. That change though when he finished and showed the older girl what he had made.
  "You’re going to hang Clair?" Debbie asked nervously.
 Giving the preteen an evil smile Keith answered, "Yes and then I'm going to cook and eat her." after the scream he continued, "I'm going to give you a choice. You can either swing alongside her or do what I want."
For Debbie the choice was clear she didn't want to die. Also if she was swing at the end of a rope, by her neck, there would be no chance of escape.
 "Please mister, don't hang me. I'll do whatever you say," Debbie said though teary eyes.
 With a nod Keith said "I thought you'd see it that way. So I won't hang you today."
 She would be hanged and cut up, just not today. She was too big for his oven whole, unlike Clair.
 He went to a hall closet and came back with clear plastic sheeting and spread it on the floor. Keith had little doubt her bladder would empty as she died.
 Keith tossed the rope over a crossbeam and let the noose dangle in front of the still sleeping toddler. He brought a chair from the kitchen and placed it under the noose.
Now he had almost everything ready. Keith just needed the guest of honor. Standing Clair on the chair he balanced with one hand while. With the other hand he slid the noose over her head then pulled her shoulder length red hair out of the way before tightening the noose.
 Keith placed a hand on the back of the chair. Then with a quick yank he pulled it out from under the girl.
 Clair dropped a few inches and the noose tightened. Her green eyes opened and she began to kick. Clair's hands went to her throat trying to find out why she couldn't breathe. Her fingers tried to get under the rope but she was unsuccessful. Clair’s legs kick about wildly trying to find anything to support her weight.
 Next Clair's hands fell to her sides no longer having the strength to try and loosen the rope. Her eyes began to glass over.
Clair feet kick but not as violently as they had in the beginning. Her bladder emptied the entire "hot peppermint patty" that she had processed.
Her legs had slowed to a twitch then stopped. Clair's tongue protruded from her mouth and her eyes were opened staring up at the ceiling.
 It had taken Clair 5 minutes to go from an innocent little girl sleeping on the couch to meat ready for butchering.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Keith asked.
"NO!" was Debbie's one word answer.
 She hadn't liked watching the little girl strangle but for some macabre reason she had had to watch.
 He lowered Clair's body to the floor where it crumpled into a heap. Picking the meat up she was taken to the kitchen where he slit her throat.
  It would take an hour or so for her to drain and that would give him time to play with Debbie.
 "Alright time to get you out of those clothes. Then we can have some fun," Keith said.
Debbie began to twist and turn trying to free herself. At the same time she screamed, "No I don't want to be fucked, let me go."
"Shut up! I'm going to fuck you and that is that!" he shouted back to the girl.
That said Keith ripped her tee shirt off. She had little bumps that someday might have become nice pair of breasts, but Debbie wasn't going to be around that long for them to develop. He figured to have her in his bed for a week and then in the fridge, as leftovers, for another couple of weeks.
 He took out a knife and sliced her pants off. Debbie's pink panties that said "hello kitty" on them were also cut off to reveal her bald pussy.
Keith grabbed the rope that he had used on Clair and looped it around one of her feet. He tied it to an end table only then did he untie the electrical cord.
 Debbie tried to kick him with the newly freed limb only to have it caught. Keith laughed and forced the leg to the other table leg. This gave him easy access to the girl's love box.
 He opened Debbie and began licking her pussy. At first she struggled but soon that change as a tingling sensation engulfed her body. It wasn't the unpleasant feeling her mother had said it would be.
Debbie even began moaning, but that changed when
Keith stood and removed his clothing.
 She shrieked at the sight of the man's penis and began to once again to struggle. Debbie knew what he was planning to do. She'd seen him trying to put it inside Clair before he'd killed her.
 She screamed and tried to move away when Keith knelt between her legs. His dick was only a few inches away from Debbie's slit.
"I suggest you stop struggling. You can't get away and it'll hurt more if I have to hold you down while I do you," Keith said.
Debbie didn't listen and kept twisting so he slid on top of the girl. Keith adjusted his manhood so it line up with the entrance to the girls sex.
He pushed inside Debbie who scream at the top of her lungs and bucked like a bucking bronco. This was fun for Keith but not the girl. Debbie's bucking only drove him deeper inside her causing the girl a lot more pain.
 A 1/2 later after he spent his load into the sex toy he peeked out the window. He could see police cars ambulances and fire trucks in front of the park.
 Keith couldn't see the river because of all the emergency equipment in the way, but he was sure they were searching the river for the two girls.
 He chuckled knowing they would never be found because they weren’t in the river; they were here in his house. He would dine on their flesh and use their bones as fertilizer for his orange trees.
 A still naked Keith went back to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. He flipped Clair's carcass onto its back picked up a knife. She was slit opened from the neck to the pubic bone.
Keith then proceeded empty the girl of internal organs. He set aside her heart, liver and kidneys to cook later.
He rinsed the inside of the meat out letting the water drain through her pussy. While Clair may have been too small for fucking with nothing to block the water flowed right out of her sex. Then the rest of the meat's body washed body.
 Keith went to the fridge and pulled out some stuffing he'd made it up earlier in the week. He had hoped to hunt a girl down for Christmas, but the parents had been keeping a close of an eye on their kids.
 Keith filled the empty cavity with the stuffing. he had planned for a Debbie size roast so Clair stomach skin was stretch to the point it she looked 6 months pregnant.
 She was buttered and placing her in the roasting pan. He tucked the red hair into foil and the roast was ready.
 Keith took a step back to admire the girl and knew he had to share this with the future roast. He went out living room and pulled Debbie back to the kitchen.
 "I thought you like to take a look at the beautiful roast I'm make," he said.
 Debbie's eyes practically pop out of her skull when she saw Clair's body.
"You’re going to roast Clair…" then the girl gasped and shouted, "You’re going to do that to me too. Help anyone there a man who wants to cook me."
Debbie knew it wouldn't do any good to shout but what else could she do?
Keith allow her to scream and when she finished said, "Here’s something to think about. I'm not going to cook you today providing you stop fight me. I'm going to fuck you again while she cooks and this time you'd better at least act like you enjoying it. As long as I'm satisfied you'll stay out of the oven. "Understand?"
 Debbie looked at the oven then at the man's erect penis and nodded. She didn't want to die so she would have to let him do her in bed.
Keith picked up the pan and placed it in the oven.
He turned the knob until it read 375.
 "That's it, in about 4 hours she'll be ready to eat. So that gives us lots of time to play some more," he told the toy.
 The girl was trembling as Keith came toward her. He picked Debbie up and took her to a back room.
 Debbie saw the only thing in there was a mattress and she was tossed upon it.
 This time when Keith fucked her she began to respond. Debbie didn't try to keep him from entering her and she didn't buck like the first time.
 Debbie found it wasn't as painful now that she wasn't fighting him. In fact she felt a tingling sensation running though out her body.
 The girl began to pant and moan as she came nearer her first orgasm. All of the sudden Debbie arched her back and let out scream. This time it was in passion instead of terror.
Before Keith left he reached under the mattress and pulled out collar and attached it to the girl’s neck. A thin rope ran from collar to where it was anchored to bolt in the floor.
"This is your new home. There is enough rope to so you can make it to the toilet," with that said he left the girl.
 Keith tended to the meat in the oven before returning to the living room to watch the local news.
The top story was about how on how two girls had drown in a river. A preteen girl riding her own bike must have seen the toddler fall in the river. That she must have jump in, tying to save her and also drown.
 They haled the girl as a hero even though they she lost her life. Keith laughed at the story and thought he’d have to mention this to his captive at dinner.
 I few hours later a fully roasted Clair was pulled from the oven. Her skin had become a golden brown Keith removed the foil hat from the girl and artistry arrange it.
 Then Clair was transferred to a platter which was placed on a serving cart. He added a couple of plates and a bottle of wine to pushcart.
 Keith wheeled the meal to the bedroom where Debbie was held.
 "I thought you'd like something to eat. It'll give you some idea on how you're going to taste once you’ve been cooked," he told his future meal.
 The girl didn't hear him being too busy staring at what once had been Clair. Debbie wasn't sure she wanted to eat any of the little girl’s meat. Still hadn't eaten anything today and she was hungry.
 "Does she taste good?" the 8 year old asked.
 "Well she tasted good this morning when I sampled her." When he saw the confused looked on the girl's face Keith added, "you know when I licked the two of you between the legs. I like to think of that as sampling my food."
 He leaned over the roasted toddler and removed a foot and handed it to Debbie. She held it in her hands and looked at it for several seconds then took a small bite of it.
 Debbie couldn't believe the flavor. She had never tasted anything like it before. That it was the most delicious meat she'd ever tasted.
  Keith opened the meat's stomach and added some stuffing to her plate. The meat's filet was cut out and placed on his place with some stuffing.
 Clair tasted just as good cooked as she did raw. The stuffing though wasn't as tasteful as Keith had hoped. It was moist but not as sweet as he wanted.
 He’d make sure Debbie's stuffing came out better when her time came. In the meantime Keith would fuck the girl often.
 It was a week later and he use the last of Clair's meat for breakfast and only for himself. Debbie had already had her last meal the night before and would soon become meat herself.
 As he ate Keith wondered how to kill this one. He could have her do an air dance like Clair had. That was his usual way to dispatch the meat and it was getting old.
 He thought about gutting her alive but that was a big messy job with the blood squirting everywhere. It was so much easier to drain the meat after they were dead.
 Then Keith thought of a good way. It would be enjoyable for the two of them for a while.
 Debbie watched her capture walk into the as he did every morning. She adjusted herself by widening her legs and laying back.
 Keith smile and nodded as he lay down on top of the girl. He entered Debbie and began to slowly fuck wanting to enjoy her for as long as possible.
 Unfortunately for Keith all too soon she responded with moans and her breath came in short gasps. He knew the girl was nearing an orgasm so it was time to finish her.
Keith wrapped his hands around her throat and began the process of harvesting the meat. As he tightened his grip around Debbie's throat, her eyes flew opened.
 She tried to speak but couldn't get any air to her lungs to do so. Debbie began bucking once again trying her best to get him off, but like before it didn't work.
 Keith was becoming even more excited as he felt the life to slowly drain from the girl. He could see Debbie's eyes bulging from their sockets as she slowly straggled.
 Soon Keith felt her struggles slow down then come to a stop as she died. This caused him to shoot his load into the now dead girl.
 Keith pulled himself out Debbie's pussy and put himself into her mouth. This was something he would have never done when she was alive fearing the girl would bit his cock off.
 Now though he had no fear of Debbie doing this. Keith moved the head back and forth to clean his manhood off.
 He took Debbie to the kitchen to drain her. While she draining Keith made up the stuffing he used to fill her up.
  He decided an orange stuffing, the oranges were from his trees. He thought it appropriate as the girl would soon be fertilizing them anyway.
 Once the meat had drained Keith took a saw to her.
He removed the arms and legs as well as the head. Keith gutted Debbie's torso and refilled it with the stuffing. Then it was placed in the oven to roast while the arms and legs were wrapped and place in the fridge later use.
 Debbie's head was put in bowl and place in the middle of the dining room table as a center piece. This way she could also watch as he ate pieces of her.
 After dinner Keith would take it to a work room. There he'd turn Debbie's head into a trophy. The head would then join a dozen others, including Clair's, on the wall.
 Several hours later he pulled the torso from the oven and transferred to a platter. He took the meat to the dining room table and set it in front of Debbie's head.
 "Your body came out perfectly. I hope you taste as good as you look," Keith told the head.
 He went to his refrigerated wine rack and selected a bottle of Château Mouton Rothschild. He thought the wine would complement the girl's flavor.
Keith removed the girl's cunt filet to a plate and placed some stuffing next to the meat. He poured a glass of wine and saluted Debbie's head with it before diving into the meal.
 The meat was tender as it should have been with all the fucking he that they had done. The stuffing was moist from the girl’s juices.
 "You said you had a little sister. I wonder if she'd taste as good as you do. Maybe I'll have to see about snatching her too," Keith said.

THE END