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Subject: {ASSM} Help Wanted (F/F, M+/F, Rape, Cannibal, Snuff, Consensual, Humor)
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Story Codes: F/F, M+/F, Rape, Cannibal, Snuff, Consensual, Humor

Copyright 2004 Rachael P. Ross all rights reserved. This story may be
archived/reposted to FREE adult access provided my name, email
rache696@yahoo.com and this notice are included in the message text.
This is a fictional account and not intended to resemble any persons,
living or dead.

Author's Note: I am a big Dolcett fan and I have leaned on him for
inspiration many times. Hopefully he will not object to the use of his
name for my imaginary setting. This is NOT an explicit story by any
stretch. The appeal of Dolcett's work, for me, has always been the
underlying social acceptance of death and cannibalism. It fascinates
me, seduces me, and that was my focus here. So if you are looking for
sensationalism, shock value, or just blood...it isn't here, sorry. -rr

=-=-=

Help Wanted
fiction by rache


...2-7734 Ext.69 M-F 8-12pm ask for Dave. (EEOP) 
HELP WANTED: Disposable Female Student 18-26 for Humanities Dept
Picnic April 01 Clean and Drug Free a must! Kosher a plus, but all
Ethnic and Social backgrounds will be considered. Applicants will
conform to reasonable height/weight ratio. Personal, medical, and
student history, including GPA, must be submitted with applicant
photograph to G.Peabody PhD. Humanities Chair, Dolcett University no
later than Feb 29 2004.
HELP WANTED: Desperately seeking Female age 18-22 for breeding...

Hmmm...

"You know, I could do that." I pointed at the ad in the campus
newspaper.

Jenny, my best friend and roommate, looked at me and shook her head.
"You want to be a breeder?"

"No, silly!" I gave her a look. "This one!" I tapped it with my
fingernail. "I'm disposable, I'm clean, height/weight proportional,
etcetera etcetera."

"Yeah, but I heard they were looking for someone with Mensa membership
this year." Jenny sipped her coffee.

"Who'd you hear that from?" I frowned. I was going to join Mensa once,
but then I found out they wanted money just to tell me how smart I
was, and I was too smart for that!

"From Shelly. Her roommate is dating that guy, Brian, from the
metallurgy department, and his best friend is rooming with one of
Professor Peabody's grad students."

"Oh." My eyes got real big in a sarcastic sort of way. "It must be
gospel then!"

"They're gay." Jenny nodded sagely, as if that made a difference.

"Who is?"

"The grad student and the roommate...God! You never pay attention Lisa,
I don't know why I bother sometimes."

"Because you love me." I smiled at her.

"Well." She sniffed. "Somebody has to."

"I'm going to call that Peabody guy and see what's up, anyway, I mean
my 3.995 might just be enough, even without the little Mensa card."

"Suit yourself, but if you get all disappointed don't come crying to
me, okay? I have enough problems with Spunky."

"Why, what happened to him?"

"He bet his left nut on Utah last weekend, and this weekend he went
double or nothing on the USC game..." Jenny rolled her eyes. "...and
lost."

Jenny's new boyfriend was such a dope. "When are you going to
collect?"

"Tonight, right after dinner." She did a little flutter thing with her
fingers like she does sometimes. "He's been crying for the last two
days, writing little notes."

"Little notes?"

"Yeah, he sent me poem in my email this morning called `Ode to my
Balls' and I know he's just trying to get me to have sex with him
before I do it."

"Honestly, Jenny, I don't know what you see in that guy." I drained my
coffee cup and stood up to put it in the sink, I was running late.

"Well, I thought dating a virgin would be cute, you know? But
honestly, it's more trouble than it's worth. I'm going to break up as
soon as I castrate him, he's just clings too much, you know?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"I mean, I was betting my left boob and you know he'd have collected
in a heartbeat."

"Uh-huh." Once Jenny started talking she liked to keep going. "I need
to get to class. Just dump the guy, huh? And don't let him talk you
out of it either, cause being a virgin is bad enough, but being a
castrated virgin? Please...There's a special place in hell for those
people!"

=-=-=

My third period class was 21st Century Neo-Morality with Professor von
Gestalt, just down the hall from Professor Peabody's office, so I
thought I'd stop by and see what was up with the help wanted ad in the
paper. He wasn't in, of course, the department chairs were never in
for a mere mortal like myself, but his secretary was friendly enough.

"Hi!" I smiled extra-brightly because one look at the secretary told
me she was into bright people. She had big red hair and a Hawaiian
muumuu in some lavender/pink/yellow pattern that made me faintly
dizzy.

"Hi!" She smiled back.

"I'm trying to find out a little more about Professor Peabody's Help
Wanted ad? The one for the picnic?" I nodded and wiggled my eyebrows
to show the woman how serious I was.

"Oh! Well, I know all about it!" She nodded too, arching her eyebrows,
and I wondered if I started clucking like a chicken, if she'd do it
along with me.

"Great!" I smiled. "I heard the candidate had to be in Mensa? Is that
right?"

"Mensa? Oh Lordy no, dear." She smiled. "Wherever did you get that
idea?"

"Oh, it's just a rumor floating around." I waved it off. "And uh, what
would be the minimum GPA for a candidate?"

"Well, technically 3.66 would be the minimum, but really it depends
more on, uh...the more delicate parts." She talked softly, like the
walls had ears.

"The more delicate parts?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Yes, like, well...like the cunt filet, for example. If the quality is
high enough, well...GPA goes right out the window, you know?" She
giggled. "Perhaps you could, um, show me yours and I'll show you what
I mean."

"Just don't bite me!" I winked at the old dyke and sat on her desk,
spreading my legs and pulling my panties to the side.

"Oh my!" She flushed a little. "If I were you, I wouldn't worry about
GPA at all!" She reached out to pinch the soft skin just to the left
of my slit. "What, um...do you use..."

"I use a touch of olive oil." I whispered. "Virgin. With butter and a
pinch of garlic, just warm it up and massage it into the meat. Can you
smell it?"

"Oh goodness yes!" She leaned closer.

"No biting!" I teased her.

"Oh, can you come over for dinner? This weekend?" She was practically
begging me, but I shook my head.

"If you want to eat this you have to get me to the picnic." I laughed.
"Otherwise..." I shrugged. "I'll probably just become a lawyer."

"Oh my! What a waste!" She looked shocked. "Do you have your package?"

"Do I really need one?" I smiled, pulling my labia apart.

"Uh...give me your name and um, phone number." She breathed, inhaling
the subtle fragrance of my tenderized flesh. I nodded and penned the
info on a piece of memo paper and handed it to her.

She took it and then leaned forward and gave my thigh a little love
bite. "Sorry." She giggled. "Now don't you worry, Lisa." She read my
name off the paper. "I'll make sure this goes at the very top of the
pile!"

I walked to my class whistling happily. Yep, if 4 years of college had
taught me nothing else, it was that secretaries were at the top of the
food chain. She could look at all the pictures and names and GPA's she
wanted to, but when she made up Professor Peabody's mind about who was
going to be served up at the picnic, it would be my pussy that she
remembered.

Just then 6 guys grabbed me and dragged me into an empty classroom,
ripping at my clothes. I was frightened momentarily and I almost
started screaming, but then I remembered it was initiation week for
the Frats. I endured the gang rape patiently, it wasn't the first one
I'd been subjected to. I smiled at the guys as they waited for their
turns, using my hands and mouth to keep them fluffed if they needed
it. They were Epsilon Beta Phi's and really very gentle, I enjoyed it
quite a lot. Once all six had fucked me, they thanked me and I signed
their initiation log, a little book they had to carry around that all
the girl's they raped could sign and put little comments in. If the
girl didn't sign, the rape didn't count.

"Lisa Pavageau, Senior (I signed) You guys were perfect gentlemen and
it was one of the nicest and most polite gang-rapes I've ever
experienced. But in the future, don't apologize quite so much, 3 or 4
times is more than enough, and yes, it is perfectly alright to cum in
a girl's mouth during a gang rape, and although I did appreciate it
when the guy asked me, it was kind of a mood spoiler. On the DU Gang
Rape Scale I give you guys a four. It would have been higher, but the
lack of violence really hurts...try harder next time. And growl a little
more, the fear factor was way down."

"Are you guys gonna be in the Rape-A-Thon?" I asked them as I handed
back their book.

"Yeah, hey...we have a sponsor sheet, would you like to sponsor us?
We're going to try and rape the whole art department, that's 238
girls." The guy talking was cute.

"That's a lot of girls! I'm already committed to the Gamma Kappa
Lambda guys though, they're doing the English Department."

"Those guys are good." One of them said and I nodded.

"Yeah, they've raped me a lot, but mostly during the homecoming
parade."

"Oh!" One guy clicked his fingers. "You were on that float, weren't
you?"

"Yeah, me and a couple other girls." I smiled, quite flattered that
they'd recognized me.

"Right, yeah, I thought you looked familiar."

"Hey, thanks for the rape guys, I have to get to class." I waved and
wiped at my pussy, glad I'd already stopped by Professor Peabody's
office. I fixed my clothes too. Thank goodness I'd only lost one
button on my blouse, but my bra was ruined. Oh well.

"Sure. Thanks for signing the book, catch you later!"

"I hope so!" I laughed and shook my head. I was going to miss college.

=-=-=

"...if we are to believe Sophocles when he wrote...Ah, Lisa! How nice of
you to join us." Professor Van Gestalt smiled, but his eyes were cold.
I'd been trying to sneak in unnoticed.

"uh, sorry Professor...I was being raped by the Epsilon..."

"I see." He nodded gravely, cutting me off. "We were just discussing
the Oedipus Complex and it's implication for the females of our
enlightened species."

I nodded, looking around. I was the only female in this particular
class, by some strange quark of fate.

"You're a female, Lisa, do you want to kill your mother? Sleep with
your father? Anything like that, hmmm?" He was mocking me, I thought,
but he was an old school misogynist, so what did I expect?

"Uh..." I shrugged. "I'm not sure `want' is the correct term,
professor." I frowned slightly. "It sounds a little...anti-social."

"This is philosophy, my dear." The old man smiled and looked around,
inviting my fellow students to chuckle. "We're allowed to be
anti-social." He paused while my face reddened. There were very few
female philosophy majors for a reason. "Sit down, Lisa. And thank you.
What we have just witnessed, gentlemen, is an example of the modern
female's intuitive denial of her..."

I opened my notebook, pretending to be undisturbed by his words. I
didn't think his questions had been very fair.

=-=-=

Friday night was the big Senior-Freshman Mixer. All of the Seniors had
`adopted' a freshman at the beginning of the school year. It was an
old tradition and it really gave the University a sense of family.
Throughout the year there were many events scheduled, like the dance
on Friday night. It gave us seniors a chance to check up on our
younger friends, to see how they were adjusting to campus life.

My freshman was a mousy girl of 18 named Heather. She looked
positively delicious, in an innocent, virginal sort of way. She had
short black hair and deep green eyes, a petite little body like a
gymnast might possess, and a way of smiling that just made you want to
throw her on the floor and make her cry. I seriously doubted that
Heather would survive her freshman year.

But people had said the same thing about me once upon a time. It was
just a matter of self-discipline, really. I'd been tempted plenty of
times, especially as a freshman, but I'd resisted. No does mean no,
after all. Of course Heather didn't look like the kind of girl who
could say no too anything or anyone. She was too eager to please, too
excited at the attention, even while such attention obviously
embarrassed her terribly. That was part of her attraction.

So, you'll understand why I was apprehensive about bringing Heather to
the mixer. Not because I didn't like the girl, I loved her like a
sister. No, it was mere selfishness on my part. I figured there was
maybe a 50-50 chance that Heather would be the evening's dessert. I'd
have much preferred keeping her all to myself, perhaps for Jenny's
birthday party.

I brought it up as Heather and I walked to Hedonist Hall, where the
dance was being held. "I was talking to Jenny the other day about
you." I told the girl.

"Your roommate?" Heather looked up at me briefly. "About what?"

"Well, her birthday is in a couple weeks and we were thinking about
doing a Mongolian Barbeque thing."

"Really? Wow!" She nodded. "Mongolian is great!"

"Yeah, Jen really likes it."

"What does that have to do with me?" She asked and I had to look at
her to see if she was serious.

"Well, I was wondering what you'd think about being barbequed?" I gave
her a hopeful smile.

"Oh!" She paused and I stopped walking too, watching her. "Oh! You
mean you want to serve me?"

"Yeah, I think you'd be perfect, Heather." I nodded. "Jenny thinks so
too, believe me, she'd love to have you."

"Oh my!" Heather giggled a little nervously. "I sort of pictured
myself, I don't know, like roasted. My sister was roasted for her high
school graduation two years ago, and it was really nice."

We started walking again. "Well, it's up to you, Heather. Lot's of
girls get roasted though, I just thought maybe you'd like to try
something...different." And I did too, I wasn't just feeding the girl a
line or anything.

"Do you need an answer right now?" Heather sounded like she was
interested and I wondered if she'd already been asked by someone else.

"No, uh-uh, but her birthday is in two weeks, so..." I shrugged.

"Okay. I just need to think about it, you know. The Delta's asked me
if I wanted to be part of their initiation. Do you know about them?"

I laughed. "Yeah, Heather, everyone knows about the Delta's." The
Delta's were a Sorority and they did a Midnight Mass for their
initiation every year, sacrificing a virgin and drinking her blood
from the skull of the Marquis De Sade, or some such thing. It was all
supposed to be a secret, of course, but there were precious few of
those at Dolcett University. The same could be said of virgins, for
that matter.

"Oh." She sounded like she was disappointed that she couldn't share a
secret with me. "Well, I was thinking about doing it."

"Well, you should then." I told her honestly.

"Really? You think so?"

"Sure, I heard it was a lot of fun. They don't really eat you though,
they just drink your blood."

"Oh, yeah. I know that." She nodded her head vigorously. "And
afterwards they have a goat named Lucifer that has sex with my body."
She sighed. "I just wish I could see it."

"Me too." I thought out loud.

Heather giggled a little self-consciously.

"You should do it." I decided for the girl and we stopped again so I
could give Heather a hug, kissing her gently. "You deserve it."

"You sure?" She rubbed her body against mine. "What about your
barbeque?"

"We'll find someone else." I smiled at the girl. "There's a guy in my
psych class, he's so hot for Jen he'd do anything to be close to her."

Heather laughed softly. "I know the feeling." She let me kiss her
again, this time parting her soft lips for my tongue.

"Do you want to skip the mixer?" I asked Heather, a little
breathlessly.

"Yeah." She sighed. "Just don't, um...don't pop my cherry, okay?" She
stared into my eyes, blushing sweetly.

"Of course not!" I ran my hand down to her butt, squeezing her
playfully. "We'll find someplace else to play!"

Later...We were in my bed, with our legs intertwined, our fingers
playing across each other's faces, breasts, and shoulders. I'd used my
mouth, fingers, and toys on Heather's tight little ass, almost to the
exclusion of all else. I'd even managed to fist the tiny girl, briefly
and carefully, luxuriating in the wonderful confines of her sweet
derriere. For the moment we were sated.

"I wonder what it will be like." Heather whispered.

"What's that?" I had my eyes closed, trying to focus on what her left
hand was doing to my pussy.

"Losing my virginity." She curled a finger inside me easily, tickling
gently. "I mean, will it hurt do you think?"

I laughed at her. "Of course not, you'll be dead, silly." I opened my
eyes, just so I could roll them for her.

"Well, yeah. But..." Her voice trailed off as I pushed her down, so she
could kiss my flat tummy. "...maybe the goat. It won't hurt him, will
it?"

"Nooo..." I moaned. "He's probably fucked a lot of virgins, believe me.
He's going to love you..."

"But..." She licked my body slowly. "I just wish I could feel it..." 

I pushed her head lower, grabbing her hair in my fingers. "Shhhh..." I
whispered, spreading my legs and lifting my hips as the need filled
me. "Lick me, Heather...shut up and lick me...!"

Jenny came in a few minutes after midnight, undressing as she looked
down on Heather and I. My freshman lover had fallen asleep and I'd
been halfway there myself.

"Hi." Jenny whispered.

"Hi." I smiled and slowly, carefully moved my arm out from under
Heather's head, letting her sink back down peacefully onto the
mattress.

"Is that Heather?" It was hard to tell in the dim light, I'm sure, and
I nodded. "Did you ask her about the Mongolian thing?"

"Yeah, she liked it." I said, watching Jen quickly strip down to
nothing. I loved watching her undress. She's tall and blonde and more
than a little sexy.

"But?" Jen looked at me and slipped into bed on the other side of
Heather, pressing herself to the sleeping girl's warmth.

"But she's going to be the sacrifice for the Delta Initiation." I gave
her a wry grin. "Hard to compete with that."

"Yeah." Jen sighed and turned slightly, brushing a lock of hair out of
Heather's eyes. "She's really a virgin, huh?"

"yeah." I nodded. "You should see her cunt."

"As pretty as yours?" Jen grinned at me.

"Prettier." I sighed. "Anyway, did you do it?"

Jen nodded. "Yeah, I told him I just wasn't interested in a man with
no balls." Jen lifted the sheet slowly, exposing Heather's body. "He
cried, mostly since I was the one who cut them off. He figured I owned
him or something now. He was trying to kiss my feet."

Jenny's boyfriend, ex-boyfriend now, a guy named Spunky, of all
things, had bet his balls on a basketball game. He'd lost and Jenny
had them hanging from the rear view mirror in her little Honda. She'd
been trying to break up with him for three days.

"He's so..." Jen searched for the word.

"Clingy?" I smiled.

"Yeah! Clingy, exactly!" Jenny laughed. "Oh, she does have a perfect
little puss! Look at that!" Jenny slid down so her nose was a few
scant inches from Heather's slumbering sex. "God!"

I moved too, being careful not to wake the girl, so that both of us
hovered over Heather's lightly furred sex. Her hair was black, but so
fine, it was almost transparent, displaying her tiny clitoris and the
sweet plump folds of her labia easily.

"They're going to sacrifice this to a cow?" Jen shook her head in
amazement.

"A goat." I corrected her. "Yeah."

"What a waste." Jen put her fingers on Heather's Venus mound, the soft
swell just above her clit.

"Are you hungry?" I whispered, smiling at Jenny.

"You mean..." She looked down at Heather's cunt.

"She's just a freshman." I licked my lips. "They're fair game,
everyone knows it."

Heather would have to consent, of course, but with Jen and I both
working on the girl, what chance did she really have? She'd be begging
to feed us before the clock struck one. We'd done it before, with
girls a lot stronger than this one. And Jen knew it.

"What about the Delta's? They're gonna be pissed." Jen grinned at me.

"What about them?" I shrugged. "They can have Spunky!"

"Oh, you're bad!" Jenny kissed the top of Heather's slit and the girl
moved a little in her sleep, blissfully unaware of how much danger she
was truly in.

end
rache696@yahoo.com

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