Finding My Sister's Killer: Part Three, Cherry-pop

"Well, this is an interesting turn of events indeed. Not a death wish, and yet completely resigned to what most of your 'civilised' society would call a horrific fate. She certainly was a pleasant surprise. Not too unlike my delicious aunt."

I find myself at what may well be the end. Trapped, alone, waiting for the Reaper to take me to my final resting place, and yet my mind keeps returning to her.

"Please, sit back," I say to whoever may be listening in.

"Allow me to tell you the story of when I met a tasty little treat named Cherry-Pop."

It was a few weeks after my dear little sister led the law to my humble abode. Such a shame, I had a freezer stocked with enough meat to make it through the winter too. Ah well, what can a man do?

Well, she was a lovely little thing. A bit younger than my normal age, but still above the usual cut-off. A more mature body has a better flavor in my opinion. As well, with how delicious my dear aunt and succulent mother had been, I was certain my dear sister would be just as savory. I had to have her.

I had been watching her for a while. Learning her ways, observing her in her element, noting every little thing she did. I had to know it all. Her schedule, her habits, her cycles and nuances. I learned everything about her.

I chose a time when she would go for a walk to the mail box for the moment I would take her. Everything was going as planned, until it happened.

A vehicle, weaving as if operated by a drunkard, clipped her, sending her flying a few feet away and crashing with a catastrophic hit to the head against a cement curb.

The breaks squealed and the driver quickly stumbled out, it was a child! Well, not an actual child, but she was young, a teenager. She hit my sister, and trepidatiously stepped back as the blood pool grew.

Did she scream? No. Did she rush to find help? No. Did she call emergency services from a personal phone? No. She ran, stumbling, back to that car and took off. She left my sister dying on the curb.

I was stunned. So many weeks of planning only for someone else to steal her from me and leave the carcass. I'm not an animal, well, not a carrion eater, I have principles. I will not lower myself to consume road kill. That's just so unsanitary and rather putrid a thought. A meal I had been looking forward to was ruined thanks to some nobody brat who couldn't control a vehicle.

The sound of some other vehicle caught my attention. Had someone else seen what happened too and alerted emergency personnel? Most likely, I had to make a run for it myself. I swore I'd find that little twat and make her pay pound for pound.

It didn't take me long to find the little wench. She had crashed at the nearby park and was stumbling about. I do loathe foolish teenagers, though I blame parents for a lot of their spawn's antics. My adoptive parents raised me well, genetics are about what, thirty-percent of the personality?

Well, it was rather easy to creep up on the girl and render her incapacitated. What a pity, there was barely any meat on her. What are they not feeding these kids? She was skin and bones. I may need to fatten her up, was my thought at the time, but I also wanted to hurry her along to the ferryman.

After bringing her back to my new place, securing her to a beam by a rope, being a teenager I didn't quite feel right about using the meat hook yet so I used rope, I put on one of Fankie's records. How I do love my Sinatra...

Well, she began to wake up around the time 'My Way' was mid-way through. The sound of vomiting stopped me from singing along and I looked over at her. How strange, most don't vomit immediately, usually it takes me telling them what I'm going to do to them before they actually vomit.

I guess the vomiting shouldn't have surprised me, what did surprise me was the actual cause, but we'll get to that in a moment. I grabbed a towel and began to wipe off her nude, hanging, body. She really was small. Mosquito bite sized tits, no ass, I could almost count her ribs. Is this what kids these days strive for? I'm happy being an adult.

"Welcome back." I said as her eyes began to focus on me. Her pupils were large, despite the room being well lit, they weren't shrinking. I also noticed her breathing was slow and shallow. "Well fuck. You weren't drunk, you're under the influence of drugs." What a pain. I don't have a lot of naloxone hydrochloride left, but I also didn't want her to die on me...yet.

A few minutes after administering a dose she vomited again, looking a little more alive now than earlier. I gave her another dose, just in case. My last dose. That shit is pricey too. At least her breathing evened out as much as it could while she was hanging by her wrists. Her pupils were responding appropriately too.

For a moment she just stared at me, like she was confused. She looked around the area. There weren't any bodies yet, I had already fully processed my last catch and cleaned the area. Originally I wanted everything to be pristine and perfect for my sister. Well now it was pristine and perfect for this little shit.

"How much?" She asked. The question was confusing. Was she still too heavily influenced by whatever drug she took?

She stared directly into my eyes. Don't think I've ever seen such icy blue eyes before. It sent a chill through me, but I'd never admit that to anyone alive.

"How much did you pay him?" She asked, a little more insistent this time.

I pulled up a stool and sat down, looking up at those bright blue eyes, "The hell you mean?"

She sighed, "He caught me, obviously or I wouldn't be here. So how much did the auction get to? How much did you pay to get me?"

"Pay to-?" I was starting to get a bit of an idea of just what was going on. I wanted to be sure though so I had a few questions of my own lined up for her. "What are the last few moments you can recall little girl?"

She looked up thoughtfully before answering, I could tell she was thinking pretty hard too. Drugs can be a nasty thing as far as one's recall goes. I didn't envy the girl her apparent pain. She finally looked back at me with that piercing gaze.

"I-I hit someone," Her voice cracked a little, she was actually remorseful, "I was being chased by him, and I kept driving, I'd never done that before so I know I wasn't controlling it well, and...and.." She winced in pain.

"And you crashed. That's where I come in. I pulled you from the vehicle. What's your name?"

"Cherry-Pop."

The hell kind of name was that? Who names their kid after a drink? Shirely would have been better! Hell, I'd take Brandy, or even Henny! Cherry-Pop?! Her parents had to be addicts. No wonder she was drugged!

"Who's chasing you and why?"

"My brother. He wants to sell me to the highest bidder."

The look on my face must have betrayed my disbelief. She turned a deepening red shade of embarrassed before adding, "I'm still a virgin." In a cowed voice.

"Bullshit. Spread your legs." I pulled the stool closer as she complied with my order. She was rather obedient and oddly enough, not complaining or pleading or anything. Most people in her position are all kinds of freaked out. This was a nice change, not as great as the time with my aunt, but still nice.

I helped her a little by holding up one of her legs under the knee and took a look. To my surprise, she still had her hymen intact. Quite impressive. Though, I was starting to get a much better picture of what was going on.

"So, your brother was pretty much just raising you to be sold off as a virgin. Did he often keep you drugged?"

She was pretty red when I looked back up at her, she didn't return my gaze. I don't know if it was out of embarrassment or shame, I didn't really care either. Instead I stood up, held her chin in a gentle grip, and guided her attention back to me.

She shook off my hand but got the unspoken order and made sure to look at me while she explained her situation. "Yeah, drugged and starved from the day our parents died. He saw me as a cash-cow. He already sold my twin sister. I couldn't do it. It would have been a fate worse than death." She took in a sharp inhale and looked around again. I think she noticed the meat hooks hanging from the main beam. It seemed like realization was dawning on her.

I grinned, "I see. Well, I had originally planned to bring my sister here. I was looking forward to sampling her meat, and everything else she had. Then you ruined it."

Dry swallowing hard, Cherry-Pop tried to put on a brave face. Her brow began to bead with sweat and the adrenaline rush began. I just knew that fear was rising within her. I liked that look on such a young lady.

"What's it like?"

Another...interesting...question. Again, my face must have betrayed my confusion.

"Human. What's it like? I didn't get much to eat for the past several years. Let alone meat. If I got any meat it was usually a chicken nugget or fish stick. So, what's human like?"

Was she salivating? She was. I could see a little saliva collecting at the corners of her lips. Her hunger must have been overriding her fear response. This was interesting indeed.

A plan began to form in my mind. I didn't like young meat. I didn't like that she was practically skin and bones. She wouldn't make a good meal at all. Now, I prefer female meat, but I'll eat a man just as easily.

"Would you like to try it?"

Shaking her head, she answered quite readily, "Yes!"

I nodded, "Alright, alright, settle down little miss Cherry. I have a proposition for you," I began while I went to retrieve her clothing I had stashed not far from that spot.

"You see, a little thing like you, there's no meat on your bones. Also," I began to re-dress her, starting from her feet to work my way up.

"I don't like youth either, anything younger than twenty-eight is a youth. Human is a lot like wine and cheese. You need it to age to a point for it to be good. Mature meat. Thirdly, virgin just doesn't taste as good."

I stopped after putting her trousers back on. I wasn't going to remove the rope binding yet. "You took my well matured sister out of the equation, I don't do roadkill. I still need something to re-place the loss. You took my sister..." I waited to see if she would catch on.

"You want my brother?"

"Bingo!" She did not disappoint, and from the look in those icy blue eyes, I could see she was more than happy to oblige.

As soon as I had her wrists untied, she wrapped her arms around my neck before she could fall. I had to grip her by the waist and gently help her down as she was so weak and unsteady on her feet. I caught a faint whiff of her scent, it was strangely...enticing.

"I'll teach you what I know about just how to properly process, store, and prepare the meat." I said as I turned to leave, "You tell me where to find this brother of yours."

"With pleasure mister..? What's your name?"

"Alexander. So, tell me about your brother, body type, and sexual appetites."

The girl was quiet for a bit as I started up my Lady Constance. That's my truck, yeah I named my truck after my mom. She did teach me everything I know about cooking after all.

"Well," her tone was hesitant but thoughtful, "He's average I guess. Neck beard type but not super overweight or anything, maybe a few extra pounds? He likes to watch and be watched."

"We can work with that. Is he into girls or guys?"

"I think...both? Oh, turn here, to the left."

It didn't take us long to get to the place. He was in a small, looked like a one or two bedroom home built at least thirty years ago, but also, not well maintained. A shame to see someone mishandle their own living space.

I told her to come out with me. She was rather reluctant to do so, and I can understand why; she killed someone just running from this ugly place after all. I wanted her there though.

The door knocker fell off after using it. Not surprising. There were some shuffling sounds and the door opened a crack. Holy shit, the stench that followed. How can anyone live in such a state?

"This kid yours?" I held Cherry-Pop by the shoulder so she wouldn't get spooked and run off. I could feel that she wanted to, and probably thought I was just going to hand her back to this...well for lack of a better word, pig.

Once the guy saw her he opened the door more. Yeah he was a pig. His shirt and boxers were stained with what looked like instant noodles. She was right, he looked like he had a good layer of fat on him. I had hoped it would cook well. We'd have to clean the body before butchering though. Save shaving for after the initial slaughter. Guy was terribly unkempt.

"Cherry-Pop! Why are you bothering people again? I'm so sorry sir, my sister decided to go off her meds. I've been worried sick-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there." I had to gently push him back with a hand to the chest. "This little lady cost me something practically priceless. She's given her word she's gonna pay me back pound for pound." This guy wasn't fooling me with that fake concern. He was for sure a dick.

"How much?"

What was with that question and these two? Yeah they were siblings...

"Not much." I replied, "Just you." And thrust my fist into the center of his gut. He went down easy. That guy was pretty doughy. He was also slow as shit. "Cherry, hand me that bat there." I pointed, and she did what I asked.

A well placed hit over the head, and the guy was out like a broken bulb. It has actually taken me some time to get a feel for the right amount of force to hit the head with a blunt object in a way to knock a person out instead of shattering their skull or causing a TBI. I have my adoptive dad to thank for that.

"For a second there I thought you were gonna just give me back to him." Cherry said as she watched me load the body of her brother into the bed of my truck.

The drive back was quiet, with an occasional humming from Cherry. It sounded familiar, like, familiar good, so I didn't say anything to stop her.

Back at my place I went to work pretty quickly, setting everything up, instructing the girl on what to do to help, and washing the body with a quick vinegar/water rinse. He wasn't as dirty as his clothes made him look.

Finally he was strapped with a meat hook through his wrists, and an extra support pulley hooked against his shoulder blades.

You may be wondering 'Who would remain unconscious during all that?' I kept a measured amount of my own blend of knock-out gas right up against his nostrils. Took a long time to get it together after law enforcement raided my last place.

"Okay, strip." I told her as I began to remove my own clothing. She looked at me, like a deer looking right into a spotlight. "It means take your clothes off kid."

"I know what it means, why are we stripping?" She asked while slowly removing her own somewhat tattered clothing.

"You said your brother likes to watch and be watched, and he's bisexual. The meat tastes better if slaughtered shortly after orgasm. You'll be on front and I'll be in back. Not a fan really, but this is gonna be your first for a lot of things and I'd prefer the meal is tasty for you." I folded my clothing and set them aside, "Also blood is a bit tricky to wash out of clothing."

She paused, looked at her brother who was starting to wake up, then back to me. "Does he have to be my first?"

I moved closer to her, our bodies nearly touching, and held her small chin in my hand staring deep into those icy blue eyes of hers.

God damn, those eyes, I still can't get past them. I've heard women, and some men, tell me I had a hypnotic vibe to me. I think I better understand what they meant now after meeting Cherry-Pop.

"I'm not exactly gentle, little miss. With him, you'll be in control of depth and speed. You can take it up the ass or in the pussy, doesn't matter to me as long as he gets hard, drippy, and then has his orgasm."

I could tell she was a bit hesitant, I could feel a slight tremble from her as I held her chin then brushed some of her loose brown hair behind her ear, but she relented.

"Alright, I'll need to lower him a bit for you to reach. You mind putting on a record over there?" I pointed her toward the record player, there was a box with assorted records to choose from. Mostly swing, I like swing.

"Which one?"

"Dealer's choice." I grunted as I lowered the man enough so his dick would be even level with whichever hole she chose for it. This was going to make it a bit awkward for me as I'm a good head taller than her. Now I know how my dad felt when he was first teaching me the ropes.

Once the music started, I was actually pretty impressed. It was the lovely Peggy Lee, during the Benny Goodman years, and Cherry was sing'n along to 'My Old Flame' nicely. This little girl was something else. The more she got into the music, the more she began to relax. Perfect.

A sudden outburst of muffled screaming caught both our attention. Her brother was fully awake and well aware of his situation now. For the briefest moment Cherry looked terrified, but she calmed down quickly noting just how well secured he was to the meat hooks.

"Sir, the more you struggle, the more those hooks are going to sting." I told him as I made my way to face him. He looked me up and down. Now, I am not one to boast, but I do maintain a well toned physique through work. Of late it's been work-today paid-today manual labor which is quite physically demanding, and it keeps me in shape. I suppose the mere sight was enough to get his state of arousal started.

Soon enough Cherry was standing by my side, shyly covering her privates the best she could while sporting a blush so deep she looked like she could be a red-breasted robin in human form.

"Don't be so modest little miss Cherry, the poor boy's going through a lot right now, probably has no idea what to make of the situation." I took one of her hands in my own, and guided it to his quickly swelling cock, "See, it's not a scary thing really. Just work it a bit, and do what feels natural. I'll be right behind him if you need some coaching."

"It's dry, do you have any lube?" She asked as I was getting into my own position.

I peered at her from over her brother's shoulder, "Just spit on your hands and then rub it like you're churning butter." I then went back to working my own cock.

Like I've mentioned, I'm not to much a fan of guys. I'm straight by all means that matter, but if I have someone, anyone, strung up like this, regardless of their gender, I'm going to dominate them like an apex predator. I want them to know that they have no power. I'm in control here.

Whatever Cherry was doing had the man in the beginning stages of excitement. I could feel him trembling slightly. Once I was nice and hard I pressed myself against his backside, my cock rubbing in between his bubble-like, somewhat hairy, cheeks. "Your sister tells me you swing both ways. I hope you like your guys on the large side." I whispered in his ear as I began to slide all nine inches into his quivering ass hole.

I looked over his shoulder and saw that Cherry chose to take his now rather hard cock into her ass. Brave for a first timer I guess.

"Well, well," My voice remained low as I started to pick up pace with my thrusts, "looks like little sister decided to give you her anal virginity. You should feel really special. She's a pretty special girl after all."

My tone was getting a bit darker as I felt his ass tighten even more around my now throbbing cock. He was getting close to an orgasm I could tell. I wondered if Cherry would let him fill her ass or pull him out right before.

"So which do you like more I wonder? Your little sister's asshole, or my cock?" I think he had a choking kink too, by the way he shivered when I wrapped my fingers around his slightly chubby neck.

My other hand made its way around and managed to stroke Cherry's back as she worked her hips back and forth on his cock. "Your little sister there is working that little dick of yours pretty well huh? Maybe I should amp up my strokes." I was thrusting hard into him now. Cherry timed her own movements to mine, she kept up pretty well too.

The sounds he was making seemed to go in tune with Peggy. Not the best, but it also wasn't the worst, and I heard a little bit of mewling from Cherry too. Damn, her vocals were actually arousing me.

After one louder, muffled, moan from the strung up man, I felt his whole body shudder in that way one does when they finally cum. It took me a bit of effort, but I forced my own orgasm too, just to drive that domineering point home.

"Ew..." Cherry mumbled under her breath as she stepped away from him and watched as I came back around front-side.

"Good job, you're a natural." I noticed a bit of viscous fluid dripping down her leg. "There are some wipes over by the clothes, bring them over along with the knife if you would."

Once she brought the items over I took out a wipe and knelt down to her level to clean her off. She flinched, but once she realized I wasn't going to hurt her, she relaxed. "Alright, now describe for your brother and I all about that first for you. Be detailed, details always matter when explaining things to the meat." I gave her a little wink, and once I finished wiping her off I began to clean myself off with a wipe.

"Details?" She gave a cringed look toward me, and then looked over at her brother, who was whimpering quite a bit now that his initial euphoria was waning. "Well, it felt...strange. Like, not terrible, but...Not my favorite?"

"Oh, big brother, big brother, you were her first and your performance is lacking? That's just awful. I guess I'll have to teach you both how it's done right."

I made my way around to stand behind Cherry, wrapping an arm around to place a hand on her neck, the other at the small of her waist. She really did have a rather pleasing scent, now that her body was starting to respond to its own sexual hormones. I took in a deep breath and then looked directly at her brother, "You ready to give him a show, little miss Cherry?"

She leaned into me a little, I guess it's that 'hypnotic' tone I seem to have, she felt like she was willing and ready to let me have my way. "Remember, I'm not exactly gentle, you tell me where you want it." After the words left my lips I felt drawn in and began to nibble lightly on her neck. It actually surprised me, she's not my type at all. Young, the body of a twig, and yet I was enjoying teasing her tiny tits.

Her chest began to heave slightly, sweat starting to roll between those tiny tits, and a growing moan I could feel beginning deep in her chest. Damn, for a young one, she had the it factor. Some sort of seductive power that was begging to be cultivated. I knew cannibalism wouldn't be the only thing I trained her in.

While the hand that was on her neck moved down to tease her tits, the other gently ran down to between her legs. Her vulva had a little hair on it, the little amount youth tends to have. I began to play with her pussy lips. No insertion unless she wanted it.

The sounds she was starting to make, I don't think I've ever heard anything like them, but then, I don't really have any experience with virgins. Well, didn't until her. All my interactions were with women older than myself. I guess that's where my usual type comes from. Mommy issues.

"Anywhere but my butt." She managed to say in a somewhat husky voice. Where the hell that tone came out from her, I don't know, but damn, it was sexy.

I turned her to face me, staring into those icy blue eyes of hers. I took her hands and placed them on my once more fully erect and throbbing hard cock. "You sure?" I asked, eyes never leaving hers.

She matched my gaze. No one has ever matched my gaze, not like that. She firmly held the base of my cock in one hand, and began to caress the tip with the finger tips of her other. She nodded, "Yeah, be my actual first."

There was a little fear in her eyes. Not that she was afraid of me, more like the situation. In the same way a person isn't afraid of a rollercoaster, but the experience that the rollercoaster provides. That was the kind of fear in her eyes.

I couldn't help but grin. I was loving that look she beheld me with. I gave her a good kiss, a little taste of tongue training, and then whispered in her ear, "Suck it first, so I don't go in dry."

Once again, she did what she was told to do. "Good girl," I said as she strained herself to take me in as best she could.

Deep-throating would take time, but she was doing pretty well with that tongue of hers. Getting me as sloppy wet as she could, and it felt wonderful, the way she twirled her tongue around the tip, sliding up and down the shaft. She even sucked a little on my balls, and where her tongue wasn't at, her hands were making good work of rubbing.

I ran my hand through her brown hair, it was remarkably soft, or silky? I can't tell what type of feel that is exactly. It was nice though. All the while, her brother was watching, eyes with that strange dreamy look of someone whose mind is not on the most immediate danger. I noticed he was getting hard again. He really did enjoy watching.

"I think that's good enough, little miss Cherry." As much as I wanted to feel that tongue a bit longer, I was also curious about virgin pussy at this point. She was also so tiny. I know women are capable of some rather impressive things, but even I was wondering if I was too big for her or not.

Slowly I helped her back up, hooking a finger under her chin and looking back into those, dare I say, hypnotic eyes of hers. Once more, she stared right back, she still had that alluring fear in her gaze.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Go for it." Her words were almost breathless.

I pulled her closer, drew her into another kiss, and thrust into her with all the brutal force I typically use. She was pretty damn wet at that point herself, but it did feel like something tore a bit, other than her hymen that is. She squealed the moment I penetrated her tight little virgin pussy.

I didn't pull out too quick, instead lingered inside for a bit. Her walls spasmed some, and her small hands gripped my sides tightly, nails biting into the flesh of my sides. It almost tickled.

"Good girl, just relax. You're doing great." I whispered. Her breathing had quickened, I really didn't want her hyperventilating on me. I prefer my partner to pass out from pain or strangulation, not hyperventilation.

I pulled away a little to have a good look at her, I gotta say, seeing my bulge in her was so tantalizing. I began to move in and out with a quickening cadence. Once again, her eyes did not leave mine. There was a bit of thrill in her gaze, more and more she was relaxing and enjoying it. I found myself wanting her to enjoy it. I wanted her to want me.

At some point I had her up against a column, bucking my hips and thrusting in and out of her like an animal, holding her wrists above her head with one hand, pressing the other firmly against her hip. She had her head slightly back, chin up, eyes closed but a look of bliss on her face and the most delightful sounds escaping her lips. Her neck looked so lovely, such sickly pale skin. I could see the blue veins and a brief outline of red arteries pulsating. It was intoxicating. I started biting and suckling on that lovely neck.

Her body was beginning to shudder, a full body twitch that became more aggressive. I myself was on the verge of a fantastic orgasm. Just as her body began a violent twitch and what I supposed was a rather powerful orgasm as her pussy was clamping down on my cock like a constrictor, I too shot the largest load I had in a long time.

We were both mostly out of breath after that, and lingered in that position for a bit. As I slowly pulled out of her a mix of our cum was dripping down her legs. I released her wrists and once I was fully out, she fell to her knees on the floor.

I went down, spread her knees apart, and licked up between her legs. Oh yes, something apart from her hymen had to have been torn. It had that succulent metallic flavor of blood mixed with both our cum.

"Damn little miss Cherry, we make a tasty mix." I sucked on her pussy some, getting a good amount of fluid, and pulled her in for another kiss so she could get a taste as well. She was not prepared for that, but she didn't complain either. Instead, she was melting into my hold, the most delightful sounds coming from her.

I looked over at her brother. He was red in the face as if quite ashamed, or something, I don't know exactly. There was a wet mess beneath him. He had his second orgasm. That would mean his body is flooded with those wonderful endorphins. Perfect for the slaughter.

"Clean yourself up a bit, now comes the fun part."

"You mean that wasn't fun?" She had that fearful look to her eyes again, those lovely icy blue eyes.

"Oh, no, not like that. You're fantastic for a first timer. This," I wiped myself off again, then held the knife up, testing the tip and the edge with a loving look on my face, "this is different." I made my way to her brother, who was trembling for an entirely different reason now.

"Now, once the body is well saturated with those lovely endorphins released from the euphoria of humanities most basic-"

"You like the sound of your voice don't you?" Was she being snarky with me? That little question seemed to have come out of nowhere, and quite frankly, I was a bit offended. Here I was trying to teach her the intricacies of consuming human meat, and she was questioning me. Of course I like my own voice. I also don't often have a non-captive audience to listen to me.

A quick glaring glance shut her up. Once I was certain she got the hint that interruptions would not be tolerated further, unless it was a question applicable to learning the subject at hand, I continued.

"As I was saying," I circled the body on the hooks, trailing the tip of the knife around chest, and back, and stopped between the pectorals, "once you have a body saturated with endorphins, you want your subject to know what's coming." I gripped the nape of the man's neck, making sure his eyes were on mine, "That look they regard you with is quite empowering after all." I said and traced his jawline with my knife.

Cherry was quiet and attentive. Good, she seemed to be soaking it all in like a sponge. Not with disgust either, more like what one would call morbid curiosity. It was adorable really. Reminded me a little of a younger version of myself.

"Now then, what I'm going to do is remove the skin from your chest and your back first. Then, we'll be removing those pecs of yours, and moving down to your somewhat chubby thighs. We'll circle around back and work on the neck muscles there," He tried to shake his head as he whimpered and groaned what I guess were pleas under the gag.

"You're not great with pain tolerance huh? You'll either pass out by then or your heart will have given out. Either way is fine by that time we'll be gutting you, clean out the stomach and intestines, and depending on if your lungs are clean we may take those too, and the heart."

"He vapes."

"That's a shame. I guess no lungs then. Miss Cherry," I motioned for her to stand between myself and her brother. Once she was in place I put the knife in her hands and wrapped mine around them. The warmth of her body against mine was working up a sweat on my chest. Her scent was filling my nostrils now, even more intense after our shared orgasm.

Holding her there like that, I was getting hard again, she could tell and leaned a little more into me. "Careful, you need to be able to concentrate for what comes next." I spoke gently into her ear, but I wanted to ravage that little body again, and again, and again, all night long.

Guiding her, we ran the knife gently up to the jugular notch. "Not too deep, we're only removing the skin, we want to cut down to his navel," I helped her press the knife in to the right depth, and slice down to the navel, "and we're going to make cuts on either side, and bring them around to connect," as we were cutting into him, he was screaming and trying to struggle.

It was all so incredible. If I had known a partner would be this much of an amazing experience, I would have gone looking sooner. She was doing great!

Once the cuts to remove his chest skin were complete I put the knife in her mouth, took her hands, and showed her how to properly peel the skin off. All the while, I was throbbing, and I noticed a little trail of wet down one of her legs. She was just as excited as I was.

"Keep that pace while we move to the back, we want to make sure we follow through with what we say we're going to do." I told her as we did just that. This time I let her hold the knife on her own and stepped back to watch. It was beautiful. I couldn't help but start to masturbate.

I wanted more though. I needed more. She made one of the cuts a bit too deep. Of course, it wasn't entirely her fault, the dumbass shifted himself while screaming and the knife slipped deeper into the shoulder than I would have liked.

I returned to stand behind her, "Don't let that trip you up." The tip of my cock was now rubbing against her clit, she was so warm, so wet. She gasped when she felt me against her.

"Not sure I can concentrate like this..." She managed out between heated breaths.

I slowly pressed my cock against her swelling clit a little more, "Let me take over this then, feel free to run your nails down his skin." I took the knife, and slid my cock into her deliciously warm, wet, tight, little pussy again. It was even more slick this time.

She gripped the skin of her brothers back, pulling down and causing the meat hooks to sink deeper into his muscle tissue. Oh the sounds the both of them made! I hope I never forget it. Thrusting into her and slicing him up was a little tricky, but after she caused the hooks to sink deeper, he passed out from the pain. Or his heart gave out. Either way, he wasn't struggling so much any more, so I could better split my concentration between the siblings.

Even though he was out, there was still a chorus of delightful moans and squealing from Cherry. She didn't articulate anything intelligible, but what she was saying was the sexiest nothings I have ever heard. She was beginning that twitch again, so I thrust deeper than I had before and filled that little pussy to capacity just as she clamped down on my cock again. It was glorious, but it also took a lot out of her.

I took a moment to set her against one of the columns. She was still awake, but that weak little body was spent of energy. "Sit here, relax, and watch. I'll show you what to do." I told her as I continued cutting up the body.

With the parts hand picked to keep set aside for packing I took a deep breath, let it out slow, and then turned to face Cherry. She was still awake, still exhausted and sitting up against the column.

That sight of her, slick with her brother's blood, tiny tits rising and falling with each breath, ribs moving visibly with the swelling and emptying of her lungs, and a somewhat sleepy look in her eyes, it was drawing me in again. Something about this little twig of a girl was igniting a fire in me unlike any other woman ever had.

Don't get me wrong, I am pretty sure my best was with my aunt. That woman was begging for death, delighting in the very idea I'd be eating her. She felt incredible, she looked beautiful in a way only a mature woman could, and she tasted just as fantastic. This little girl really was something else.

I made my way to her and knelt over her splayed legs. She began to shift until I placed a hand on her chest, "Ah, ah, ah, you don't need to lift a finger little miss Cherry. Let me do the work, you relax." I began to lick and suck at her neck again, this tiny neck of hers. "I won't be going in this time, so just relax baby girl." I whispered to her and licked down to her chest to suckle on those tiny tits of hers.

I've had two bodies who were lactating, and human milk is a bit sweet. I bet if we could work it out right, not only would her tits get bigger, but I could get some milk out of this little body of hers. It took some time, a few months, to get that going. In that moment though, I was satiated just using my tongue to play with those little nipples of hers.

Oh the mewls and moans she made. It was amazing. I continued downward, licking off some of the blood as I went. I paused above her navel and sat back up. Our eyes met again, she was regarding me with a wanting gaze that almost matched my aunts so long ago. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and went down on her.

She tasted amazing. My tongue was navigating around her little pussy lips, teasing her swollen little clit, and then circling the entrance to her greater vestibular. I felt a gentle, but growing, quake in her legs.

All the while I was rubbing my own engorged cock. This little thing, barely any meat on her bones, was getting me close to another orgasm. Damn, she was a sexy little thing. Still a twig.

After teasing her hole some more, and feeling on the verge of cumming myself, I drove my tongue in and out of her vaginal canal. She squealed so loud at that and I felt her hands gripping my hair. Soon enough, I felt a flood of her lovely, tasty, pussy juice all over my mouth.

I pulled away, much to her displeasure, and then shot her with my own cum, covering her little belly with my seed.

She scooped some of the fluid off herself with a bloody hand and sucked it off her fingers in such a seductive way. "Salty." She commented and scooped up some more.

Fuck...that girl. I pulled her close to me and kissed her, taking in the mixing of our fluids again and practically gnawing on her face, her neck, all over her like a predator savoring its prey. I lifted her with me as I stood, and she wrapped herself around me. She was still pretty spent, so I knew I couldn't do too much. We'd have to work up her stamina.

I took her into the actual house and laid her down on the mattress I managed to find. "Wait here, you need rest. I'm gonna put the meat away and I'll be back." I told her as I pulled a blanket over her lovely twig-like body.

"Sounds like you need some rest too Alexander. Hurry back." She said dreamily and added a quick kiss to my cheek.

After a peaceful night's rest we were ready for the new day of finishing up her brother's body. Processing him went well, and it was a great experience for the kid too. She even participated in cleaning, packing, and storing. She's quick to learn new things, that one. Quite an interesting young lady indeed.

He was quite a bleeder. I don't think I've processed a body with so much blood since. I would have saved some but I didn't have the set up to filter it. I had no idea what sort of drugs had been through his system lately either, at least with the meat and organs I'd be cooking most of the shit out. Blood is different entirely, and I made sure to explain that to Cherry.

After disposing of the rest of the body, I taught Cherry how to prepare for her first meal of human meat. I set the meat in a marinade and let it sit. Later that night we made the meal together. An old family recipe from my dad's side.

I sat across the table and watched that strangely beautiful little twig of a girl take her first bite of human meat. She loved it.

"So what am I doing here then? How did I end up here, and what does she have to do with it? Oh, where is here? Well that's a story for another time. If you're really interested, that is."