There was a cybercafe just off campus where a lot of the students hung out. Joe often went there to surf the cannibal sex sites with the hope of finding others with his unique fetish and perhaps someone with whom he could assuage his hunger.
The Long Pig Message Board was his most frequent stop. ‘Long pig’ was the name given to human flesh because it was said to taste like pork. Joe had never tasted it before except for a few harmless nibbles here and there, but he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he indulged himself. The hunger was increasing exponentially with each passing day.
Many of the people on the site claimed to be willing cattle. The site was filled with flowery romantic fantasies written by these long pigs about feeding the appetite of their dream lovers. All of them were eager to serve as meat for the hunger of human predators, or so they claimed. Joe wasn’t so sure that any of them did anything more than fantasize.
They would post long descriptive appeals for a chef to prepare their flesh to be eaten alive or roasted on a spit and then the supposed cannibals would write them back with lascivious details of just how they would cook and consume them. Sometimes they would swap e-mail addresses, presumably to hook up offline. But since the same ‘long pigs’ would be back the very next day tempting someone new, Joe presumed that it was all bullshit. Occasionally, however, a few of them would disappear and never return. Joe liked to think that those had been the real deal and had finally fulfilled their fantasies; that they were now digesting in someone’s stomach, happy and content, if somewhat diminished.
The only problem with the long pigs available online was that they were almost exclusively male. In fact, he had only seen one female on the message board in the entire time he’d been frequenting it and she had been an obvious fake; getting off on the fantasy of being consumed but too terrified to try it for real. Joe was so worked up today that he didn’t care. He began posting long descriptions of how he’d rip apart a long pig with his own blunt little teeth and consume them piece by piece. He could feel someone reading over his shoulder as he typed and hear their gasp of astonishment.
‘Oh, my God, that’s sick!’
It was the voice of one of the girls from his mythology class. She was the type of bubbly airhead that had probably been a cheerleader in high school and had blown half the male faculty for better grades.
Joe ignored it. Even when the girl brought a couple of friends over to read what he had written and they began to speculate on his sanity, Joe continued to tap away at the keyboard. That was the only problem with the cybercafe. No one minded their goddamned business! Still, Joe didn’t want to go on his roommate’s computer during the day. The guy would have a heart attack if he knew the kind of person he was really living with.
On the message board Joe went under the screen name of SuperPredator and was fairly well-known. He was a regular. So much so that he had begun to think of himself more and more in terms of his online persona, a voracious ultrapredator at the top of the food chain above even other human beings. He finished his long post and hit SEND. The replies came almost immediately. A man calling himself ‘Meatforthetable’ was the first to respond.
HEY SUPERPREDATOR! YOUR APPETITE SEEMS PRETTY LARGE BUT I THINK I CAN FILL IT. I’M SMALL AND PRETTY LEAN BUT I’M LARGE IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES. I’VE GOT AN 8′ COCK AND A NICE PLUMP REAR LIKE A YOUNG TEENAGED GIRL. COME AND GET ME!
He left his e-mail address at the bottom along with a link to his website where he promised there would be pictures.
Next was the tease. The woman who called herself ‘SweetFlesh’ sent a long sweaty reply that sounded as if she’d written it with one hand.
HEY SUPERPREDATOR! I HAVEN’T HEARD FROM YOU IN A WHILE. I WAS STARTING TO THINK YOU DIDN’T LIKE US ANYMORE. I TELL YOU WHAT BABY, IF YOU’RE REALLY AS HUNGRY FOR LONG PIG AS YOU SAY THEN YOU’D LOVE SOME OF MY SWEET TENDER MEAT. THAT MAN MEAT IS TOO TOUGH FOR A REAL CONNOISSEUR LIKE YOU. YOU NEED SOME OF THIS NICE TENDER GIRL FLESH. I’VE GOT DD BREASTS WITH BIG FAT NIPPLES, WIDE HIPS, AND THICK THIGHS, AND A NICE BIG FAT ASS. IT WOULD TAKE YOU A MONTH TO EAT ALL OF THIS.
She’d obviously forgotten that she’d once sent him a picture of herself and she’d been a petite Filipino woman who, to her credit, did have huge breasts but was far from having voluptuous hips or a ‘big fat ass’ as she claimed. Joe knew it was all bull shit, but it was getting him violently aroused. He decided to check out Meatfor-thetable’s website.
When he clicked the link at the bottom of the message he was surprised to see a familiar face pop up on the screen.
Frank. The same guy he’d earlier been speculating about devouring whole as he spun out yet another tale of sex and abuse at the SAA meeting. It was a nude photo and Frank hadn’t been lying. He did have a pretty big cock and an ass that was fatter and rounder than most men, sort of like that of a woman. Joe sent him an instant message and he responded with undisguised enthusiasm.
HI SUPERPREDATOR!
HI FRANK.
Pause.
DO I KNOW YOU?
YES. YOU KNOW ME. WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW ME BETTER?
YES, BUT I’M SORT OF NEW TO THIS. YOU WON’T KILL ME, WILL YOU? I JUST WANT YOU TO BITE ME, TO HURT ME. YOU CAN EVEN BITE OFF A FEW PIECES IF YOU WANT. I JUST DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I WOULDN’T KILL YOU, FRANK. WE’RE OLD FRIENDS. I JUST WANT TO BITE INTO THAT SWEET LITTLE ASS OF YOURS.
WHO ARE YOU?
I’M SUPERMAN.
