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    cannstory FemCann from Clemstra - I -Harvest Fest

    Harvest Fest - by Clemstra

    Frank had been kidnapped. He had tried picking up a
    beautiful blonde in a bar. She'd bought him a drink,
    he'd had trouble finishing sentences afterwards.
    The blonde had told him she'd give him a lift home. He
    fell asleep in her car, waking up naked, imprisoned.

    He woke up naked on a very nice soft bed. The bed seemed
    to be solid cushions, blankets, covers, and a pillow. The
    bed was attached to the floor. He got out of the bed, his
    feet touching soft furry carpet over two inches deep. If
    he fell onto the floor the carpet would easily cushion his
    fall. The place he was in was dark, but not so dark he
    couldn't make out some furniture.

    There was a table and chairs, all soft and cushiony, all
    attached to the floor. Near one end a bench, also attached
    to the floor, also cushiony. He found a door leading to
    a small bathroom. He felt a light switch, clicked it on.
    The bathroom had a toilet and handsink, but nothing more.
    He went back into the main room, finding a curtain he slid
    it back. The entrance to where he was had an ornate iron
    gate with a heavy looking lock.

    Two women sat in chairs opposite his comfy prison. One was
    of African American Heritage, the other was a red head. Both
    women were absolute stunners, he had never seen skin so perfect,
    so smooth. Well endowed, well manicured hands, they were a
    dream come true.

    They looked at him through the ornate gate
    and smiled. "Hello Frank" the Red head said smiling at him.

    "Lonely honey?" the African American woman said softly.

    "Why don't we get you your breakfast?" The redhead said, moving
    down a hall to a place Frank couldn't see.

    The African American women smiled nicely at Frank. "Don't worry
    Frank, you'll be well taken care of. I'm Dee Dee" she told him.

    The red head came back. "You tell us if you like this for breakfast
    Frank, if not we'll get you something else."

    They opened the gate, he found himself stepping back. Dee Dee guided
    him to the table. He sat down, they sat with him, closing the gate
    behind them. They sat the tray on the table before him. A thick
    slice of ham, maple cured. Two scrambled eggs, hash brown potatoes,
    a glass of orange juice and a pot of coffee with a cup for him to
    drink. He hungrily ate, finding himself chatting with these two
    women as if they were old friends. Dee Dee took a pad of paper
    and wrote what Frank wanted for breakfast tomorrow, what he wanted
    for lunch and for dinner.

    Finished with breakfast he found himself feeling even more cooperative
    with his two captors. Perhaps there were drugs in the food? They
    lead him over to the table were he laid down for them. They gave him
    a nice soothing massage, stroking his back, kneading him. Their
    beautiful hands stroking, caressing his buttocks. He moaned in
    desire. They turned him over, face up they massaged his arms, chest,
    stomach, legs. Dee Dee started stroking his balls, he moaned in
    pleasure, his member starting to expand. The red head told him
    her name was Cindy. She started to stroke his penis, moving her lips
    down, she kissed, licked, then started to suck his dick.

    He moaned in ecstasy as Cindy sucked him to the heights of pleasure,
    his cum squirting in her mouth. Dee Dee changed tasks with her,
    as Cindy started playing with his balls and Dee Dee started to fondle
    and stroke his member stiff again. As with Cindy, Dee Dee licked,
    and sucked him until he cumed in her mouth. Breathing heavily,
    they let him rest, sponging him with wet sponges, bathing him with
    some sweet smelling scented water. They brought him back to his
    bed, tucked him in as a mother would a child. They kissed his
    forehead, leaving with his food tray, coffee cup, the sponges.
    He heard them close the gate to his prison, as he fell asleep.

    Frank was awakened by the sound of his cell gate being opened. The
    beautiful blonde in the bar came in smiling at him. He found himself
    smiling back.

    "How are you Frank?" she inquired.

    "Fine, your name is?" He asked.

    "I'm Madelyn, do you need to use the restroom?"

    She helped him up and to the small bathroom. After that she brought
    him to the table and sat him down. There was woman with astonishing
    black shiny hair sitting opposite him waiting.

    "I'm Erica." She said smiling at him.

    They served lunch to him, steak, with wild rice, asparagus, with
    sautéed mushrooms and apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream
    on top. As with Dee Dee and Cindy, they had him come over to the
    bench and lie down. They massaged him, played with him, sucked
    him, then Erica stroked him erect again and rode him. In the
    height of passion as she rode him, she told him he would be such
    a nice tender, juicy morsel. The intense pleasure he felt as
    she rode him canceled out any fear he might have had. They gave
    him a sponge bath and put him to bed.

    Dinner was a repeat of lunch, with a different menu...excellent
    food. This time a woman with brown hair calling herself Sharon
    and a woman of Asian heritage named Connie tended him. Again
    a very thorough massage after eating, then sex, followed by a
    sponge bath and they put him to bed.

    His days now consisted of eating great food, talking with the
    six women who listened to him as no one ever had. Of being
    massaged, having sex, being bathed, using the rest room and
    sleeping. They told him he was the image of the Harvest God.
    His destiny was to be loved, cared for, fattened then eaten at
    the end of November. He was basically going to be their Thanks
    Giving feast. For some reason he wasn't afraid, it turned him
    on. They told him not to be afraid, they didn't want him to
    feel pain or fear. It would be good, they'd feed him a
    special nerve poison, just a little at a time. It had the
    effect to kill his ability to feel pain, while increasing his
    ability to feel pleasure.

    By the time they would prepare, cook and eat him, he would
    be unable to feel pain. He would feel pleasure though, great
    pleasure. They told him they needed him, his sacrifice,
    his flesh being consumed by them, would keep them young,
    strong, renew their vow to their Goddess.

    "We love you Frank, not just anyone is chosen."

    "I don't understand?" He told them. "How was I chosen?"

    "We've been watching you Frank, we did research on you."
    Erica told him, as she massaged his buttocks. "Six months
    you shall be given of total pleasure, your death being
    the ultimate pleasure. You shall then dwell with the
    Goddess as one of her servants, beloved for all time."

    She kissed his head as she continued to knead and massage
    his buttocks. "Your rump roast is so tender Frank, I can hardly
    wait to eat you." She whispered to him, he moaned.

    Each day he felt a desire grow in him to be eaten by these women.
    Each day he grew plumper, by the end of six months he'd be huge.
    A fitting harvest feast, symbol of the harvest God to be consumed.

    Erica made love to him, riding him hard, telling him he was so
    tasty looking. He was beginning to associate sex with being tasty,
    plump and juicy. Associating sex with being eaten by these women.

    Three months had passed, he had memorized all they had told him
    of his fate. He wanted it, he looked forward to it. They let
    him out of his luxury pen for slow walks now. Sometimes to soak
    in a hot tub with herbs that would further soften his skin and
    make him tasty. They were careful with him, they said they had
    to watch him to prevent him having injuries. He was less capable
    of feeling pain, but the sex, the massages became more and more
    intensely pleasurable.

    The day before he was to meet his fate they had to get him ready.
    Mentally, emotionally he was already prepared. They gave him
    enemas, they were gentle about it. It felt a bit strange, but
    they told him it had to be done to empty his stomach and intestines.
    They put a white solution up him after he was clean, to put his
    digestive track to sleep. They removed all his hair, pulled his
    toe and finger nails. He was fascinated, as they pulled his
    nails. Instead of pain there were tiny feelings of pleasure.

    They put him in the hot tub to marinate, he slept in the tub,
    marinating overnight.

    In the morning they massaged him, then had sex with him one
    at a time. Dee Dee tied the base of his penis to keep it
    up and stiff. They put onion rings around his penis, and
    mushrooms. They massaged spices into the pores of his skin,
    telling him how perfect he'd come out. They stuffed stuffing
    mix up his anus. Guiding the stuffing up with a rod into his
    stomach till he was fully stuffed. They tied his wrists and
    ankles together, basted him with melted butter, with sage and
    spices. They put a nice big onion in his mouth and put him
    into the oven.

    The oven was cold when he was put in. They turned it on to
    preheat, making him more comfortable. When the oven had
    achieved it's preheat status they turned the temperature up
    a little more. They kept doing this for a half hour, then
    took him out to bast him, keeping him tender and juicy. He
    felt cold outside the oven, happy once he was back in. The
    oven temperature was turned up by twenty five degrees. Every
    half hour he was taken out of the oven and basted.

    After several hours he felt intense pleasure all over his body.
    It was like one massive orgasm. His entire body was cooking,
    he could hear himself sizzling and he wanted this. He could
    smell himself cook, he smelled delicious.

    They took him out, he was still alive and fully aware. They
    laid Frank out on a platter, telling him how wonderful he
    had come out, all golden brown and ready for eating. They
    took the onion from Frank's mouth, listening to him make
    sounds of pleasure as they nibbled then chewed his living
    flesh. They had let him chose which of them would get to
    eat his penis and balls. While he was still alive and aware,
    Erica slowly nibbled, hungrily eating his balls then penis.

    He remained alive for several hours as they ate him. They
    had been honest with him, there was no pain. It was the
    most intensely pleasurable experience of his entire life.
    It was of course also the end of his life.

    He was the best feast they'd had in years! The Goddess was
    well pleased!!!

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    This was always my favorite.

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    At the edge of the jungle - really!
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    Great story - perfect length! Thanks!

    Abduction, bondage, & cannibalism.....any questions?

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    really liked story thank you Guitarman

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    Clemstra, you're great!!

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    WOW! Beautiful story Clemstra i hope you post many many more. thanks
    If I could come back after being eaten then my profession would be as meat.

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    This story brought the two of us, Clemstra and me, together. I was hoping she knew such women! Alas, it's just a story!

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    Clemstra, you are really great. I'd love to be the guest of those six women and even ready for you also. Pls eat meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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    This is one of the best Femcan(n?) stories I've ever read. Thank-you Clemstra, this is truly great.

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    cannstory Canine - what about your work?

    Would love to see some of your work here as well Canine.
    Always loved many of your short stories.
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