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THE KNOBSCOT CANNIBALS
©2004 by Cameron Smith
The following is a series of excerpts taken froma computer in the office of the Byron L. Thomas estate and introduced intoevidence at the so-called "Knobscot Cannibals" trial. They are printedverbatim as submitted to the court. WARNING: this material includes graphicdescriptions of cannibalism and other practices that are extremely offensive.Be advised that it is not suitable reading for children or those who findthe nature of the events too disturbing.
Excerpt 1
God only knows why I'm writing this! I get offjust thinking about it all, so why do I need to risk putting it down on paper?Well, the truth is, it's ten times more of a rush when I put it into words.Furthermore, some of my overnight guests will probably appreciate a littlebackground info. It might also be amusing to let the cows read it as a stimulatingglimpse of things to come! I've even been considering titles. My favorite sofar is, "Dining on Crystal." Is that sick or what?
It all started out as a joke. A giggle. I neverexpected to receive a serious response to either of the ads. In the first place,they were so bizarre, who could take them at face value? In the second place,I placed them in the personals of a couple of those sleazy pulp zines thatcome wrapped in plastic so you can't peek before you buy, and are shoehornedin amongst the sex toys and videos in "adult" book stores. I ran them under "Menlooking for Women."
As the Advertising Manager for a Boston area newspaperI happen to know a thing or two about advertising in general and the personalsin particular, and I honestly believed no real live woman would respond tosuch an ad, or even read it in the first place. At best, I expected to hearfrom some perverted cranks, or maybe a couple of practical joker types pretendingto be females. I figured I'd have a little sadistic fun with them.
When the next editions came out, it didn't takeme long to find the ads. Even buried among the dozens of fulsome blurbs fromwanna-be doms and subs looking for playmates, they leaped off the page as ifprinted in shocking pink:
Female sacrifice needed as a banquetoffering to the goddess Isis. Must be young and attractive with a shapelybody and well distributed meat.
I tagged it with an e-mail address, one of thosefreebies you can use for surfing the naughty net sites so you don't get yourworking address cluttered up with spam offering products that promise to addan extra three inches to your natural endowment.
As expected, it drew only a few replies. Two werefrom women (or so they claimed), but they assumed I wanted to set up a bdsmscene. One wanted to know if it was just bondage or if any pain was involved,and where she'd be displayed. The other wanted to know if there was a modelingfee and how much. They were worth a couple of zesty e-mail exchanges. The otherresponse was from an irate "born again Christian" who used up several linesof misspelled and badly typed verbiage to castigate me for worshiping falsegods (or in this case, goddesses). Apparently the other magazine ads — theones seeking playmates to strip, torture and fuck — are okay with hisChristian god, but hobnobbing with the competition deities is a major no-no — anathema!He didn't even mention the allusion to eating her. Probably never noticed.
I had so much fun with that first ad, I decidedto try it again. I'd make it even more outrageous this time, and more specific.See who answers. What's the worst that can happen? More babble from the religiouslyanal? More bondage models looking for gigs? This time I put the ad in fivemagazines and even found a bdsm web site willing to run it (after I assuredthem it was for research purposes only). Maybe you remember seeing it:
Young, attractive female wanted to volunteeras the featured course at a discrete private banquet. Prefer someone whowill enjoy participating in the planning, preparations and pre-banquetorgy. Please include height, weight, measurements and a recent photo. Mustbe slender and well proportioned, but with enough breast, leg and rumpmeat to serve a party of six or more. Confidentiality a must.
To be honest, the inspiration for all this wasa story I'd run across on the internet. Some German guy named Armin Meiweshad been arrested and tried for cannibalism. A male acquaintance he contactedthrough the web had agreed to be cooked and eaten for the sheer sexual thrillof it. What a concept! To talk someone into dying for you so you can cook themup as meat! My sexual orientation is different from Armin's so my own fantasyinvolved a beautiful woman allowing herself to be slaughtered and eaten forthe thrill of it. At the very thought, I nearly came in my pants. Well, allright; I did come, although not in my pants. At any rate,it spurred my impish side into action. What if there is abeautiful young woman out there who fancies herself being meat? What wouldhappen if I advertised for a human dinner the way Armin did? Would she respond?That's what got me going with that first lame ad.
The replies to the second ad were only slightlymore numerous and included the expected couple of humor-challenged nut caseswho thought I should be hunted down and exterminated, plus several girls thinkingit was either a modeling gig or a coded solicitation for prostitutes.
But one e-mail caught my fancy. It claimed to befrom a woman who called herself Crystal. She had spotted the ad that ran onthe internet site. The fact that she had visited such a site (it features storiesof torture, rape and the occasional tale of cannibalism) was encouraging — assumingshe was for real. I answered her inquiry cautiously and saved all subsequentcorrespondence to cover myself, just in case it was someone looking to seta trap.
This is what she wrote.
Hi. My name is Crystal. I am intriguedby your ad for a female to be meat for a banquet. Is this a real offer?I have been reading stories about girls being cooked and eaten for yearsand am fascinated by the concept. The idea is so exciting I cannot controlmy body's responses when I think about it. I am twenty-four years old,5' 6', 125 lbs, 36C-24-36 and am attaching a photo that was taken of meby a boyfriend last summer at a private beach. I'm slim, but not thin,and have firm, nicely shaped boobs. If I am attractive enough for you andyour offer is real, not just a joke, I will have a friend take some otherpictures of me totally nude. But you must convince me that you are notjust playing a game.
She gave me her E address. The photo was of a shapely,topless young woman posing with self-assured cockiness against a backgroundof sand and ocean. She had long, blond hair hanging in a profusion of curlsto just below her shoulders. Her head was tilted slightly. One hand was onher hip above a narrow waist, the other dangling the scrap of bikini top thatshould have been concealing the nipples of her sumptuous breasts. She was grinning — aneasy come-and-get-it smile. Definitely appealing. I answered at once.
Crystal,
This is no game. I am entirely serious.Nude photos are not necessary. You are certainly young enough and I cansee that you are very beautiful and well proportioned, if that is an actualand recent picture of you.
Here is what I envision: a barbecue inwhich you are presented to a select group of guests for intimate examination,then slaughtered and cooked in a manner reflecting the highest standardsof the culinary arts. You will then be consumed — tender and steaming — byall present. Another scenario would be a private ceremony: just the twoof us. I would cook you and eat you myself over a period of time. Eitherway, the greatest pleasure of it for you would be in the planning and anticipationof the great event! I would insist that you take an active part in allthe preparations, including the details of your slaughter and cooking,making sure that everything meets your own erotic expectations, so thatthe last moments of your life will prove a tremendous rush for you as wellas for me and any guests.
The real question at this point is notwhether I am serious, but whether you are who you say you are and actuallyaspire to such an experience. I believe neither of us can be satisfiedon these points until we have met in person. At that time, we can makea final decision. If it turns out that you are as represented and wishto go through with this adventure, we will then have to work out the detailsby which you sever all ties with your current life.
You understand, of course, that it willbe necessary for you to come live with me from the time of your agreementuntil the time of the banquet so that we may establish a proper bond andplan an exciting scenario in which you will be the star. Living with memay or may not involve sex, as you prefer, but the banquet itself shouldinclude a spectacular orgy in which your body is made available for carnalpleasure to any and all guests prior to your slaughter.
If you really are earnest in your desireto become food in a manner you yourself help design, tell me when it willbe convenient for you to meet me for our initial personal contact. I don'tknow where you live, or even if you're in the USA, but I live in the Boston,Massachusetts area. Since I don't know whether you're real or perpetratinga hoax, I must ask that you come to me. I propose that we meet at a busyrestaurant somewhere near Boston where you will feel safe and comfortable.If that is feasible for you, just let me know what day works best for youand I will send directions to such a place.
Byron.
Her response was quick.
Dear Byron:
This is very exciting! I get an orgasmevery time I read your last e-mail. I live in a little town in northernNew Jersey on the Pennsylvania border. I can arrange to meet you next Sundayduring the late afternoon. Doesn't have to be a fancy restaurant. A BurgerKing or MacDonald's off an interstate will do.
I confess I'm a little nervous aboutthis. It seems silly, since I am agreeing to meet with a man who has announcedin advance that he's planning to kill me, and I've already indicated thatI'm willing for him to do so. What could you do that's worse than that?Okay: rape; torture. That would be worse. I really don't want to be rapedand tortured. That's not part of my fantasy. But an orgy which I help toplan would be exciting. However, it's the idea of being eaten that reallyturns me on. And your description of us collaborating on the planning ofmy own slaughter and cooking is so erotic I can hardly stand it!
Please tell me that pain does not haveto be a part of it. I'm not really into BDSM. I tried bondage and beingwhipped with a couple of my boyfriends and although I had outrageous orgasms,I really didn't like it. What you describe seems so pure, so considerateof both our needs that I'm willing to meet you and see if you're real andwill really treat me as an equal in this project.
Just to let you know I am no gulliblefool, I will leave a message with my friends telling them exactly whereI am going and when to expect me back. If you are not sincere or plan totake advantage of me, it will not be difficult to track you down by backtrackingour e-mail exchanges. But I truly hope you are as honest as you seem tobe. If you are and if you're willing to let me set the timetable, I willbe yours — in due course — to fuck, cook and eat with impunity.
Crystal.
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