Piggie Plumpkins and the Femcan Coeds
By morselman
Episode 5 The Conclusion
The race was on--all ten of Plumpkins’ fingers were each being rapidly devoured between the mercilessly gnashing teeth of ten separate ravenous Maenads! The flesh vanished down eager throats while bones spat from lips like so many cherry pits. A raucous cheer went up for the winning coed. Everyone’s attention then turned to the site of the next heat--Plumpkins’ hapless toes!
Presiding over this “devourment derby” was the statuesque coed, as she contentedly digested Plumpkins’ penis--which she had previously greedily gobbled down whole before his weeping eyes as the fulfillment of her victory wish.
Per her instructions, life prolonging tourniquets on wrists and ankles stanched blood flow as Plumpkins’ digits were devoured by the gorgeous gorgers. Firm Maenad hands relentlessly held his face toward the carnage, forcing him to watch, while their implacable fingers unceasingly kept his eyelids pried wide open.
Only Plumpkins’ mouth was allowed complete freedom--the better for hearing his screams, howls and whimpers. These piteous outpourings were all received with rapturous joy--met with equal screams and howls of laughter from the boisterous crowd! The wags among them kept up a steady stream of taunts and quips, enhancing the festive atmosphere.
The Sorority House Mother beamed with exultant pride--these Dionysian rites would be a celebration long remembered in the annals of Maenadhood!
“And now…” the statuesque coed declared “…it’s time for piggie on the cob!” The coeds arranged themselves along Plumpkins’ calves and forearms in anticipation. “Ready--go!!!” she gleefully cried out, vigorously dropping her hand like the green flag at the Indy 500.
The Maenads chomped into Plumpkins hard--tearing spurting gobbets off of his feet, calves, the palms of his hands and forearms! Each frantically wolfed her bloody prize down so as to more quickly sink her teeth into the next quivering morsel. A chorus of vicious growls and snarls soon filled the air with ever increasing intensity as the competition became evermore fierce--the clamour even threatened to drown out the shrieks and screeches of their rapidly vanishing victim..
The magnificent sight of all this Maenad mastication was too much for the watching Alumnae to just remain as mere spectators--they suddenly waded en masse into the melee and proceeded to “jump line”-- directly targeting Plumpkins’ thighs and upper arms, contest be damned!
A culinary chaos broke out--it became every Maenad for herself--even the Sorority House Mother joined in, emitting a crazed cry of craving. She greedily tore off a ragged chunk of Plumpkins’ left buttock with an enormous bite, like a ravenous tigress downing a stubborn prey!
This was a feeding frenzy matching that of any school of piranhas roiling a jungle river with blood, of any pack of she-wolves drenching a forest glade with gore, or of any lioness pride soaking the savanna with savage slaughter!
The statuesque coed quickly saw which way the wind now blew. She quit trying to referee the derby and elbowed her way toward Plumpkins’ testicles--crushing down hard with her molars and tearing them off with a savage shake of her head, just mere instants before a competing Alumnae would have snatched them!
Imagine poor Plumpkins’ helpless horror--watching ferocious femcans wolf down raw chunks of his still living flesh! Before his very own eyes he was rapidly disappearing down the gullets of these merciless Maenads--and all the while they were filling his ears with raves about his flavor and praise for the tenderness of succulent his meat!
Put yourself in his place--his one and only body--his vital corporeal essence--his most precious personal possession that by rights should last him a long, rewarding and meaningful life--now become merely a tasty repast, every last bit of him destined to be a casually consumed meal for the Maenads…
And then there was Plumpkins’ screaming! Can you imagine his pleading, his blubbering sobs, his piteous wailing as he wept with despair? Rest assured it did not fall on deaf ears--to the contrary, it instead served as entertainment--as the feast’s floor-show! How the Maenads savored Plumpkins’ sufferings! They happily hurrahed at his every howl--gleefully grinned at his every groan--and raucously roared with relish at his every writhe of agony!
Before long Plumpkins’ flesh was whittled down to just the torso and head, with all the bones of his limbs picked completely clean of meat. And now the choicer bits of his torso were starting to become popular targets for the dining divas. Their champing chompers sank eagerly into the luscious tenderness of his trembling rump. The Maenads moaned in ecstasy as they swallowed down each savory bite.
Meanwhile, the statuesque coed focused her efforts on nipping one of Plumpkins’ nipples--grinding teeth down hard as she tugged at it with all her might. She locked eyes with a fellow coed doing the same with the opposite teat and gave her a wink. They both then made a game of shaking at their titbits with the vigour of terriers attacking favorite chew-toys until the flesh ripped loose to be swallowed down whole! Short work was then made of his remaining breast tissues and chest muscles.
Some of the Maenads industriously accessed Plumpkins’ internal organs and pulled out liver, kidneys, pancreas and other sweetbread organs, carefully keeping each still connected so as to keep the juices of life still coursing within. The gorgeous gourmands then devoured the delicacies with the gleeful gusto of gastronomes.
Plumpkins’ life-force was ebbing as the culinary coven then focused attention upon his head. The statuesque coed forced open his jaw, and with a sultry smile, placed her mouth over his and viciously bit his tongue clean off at the root--swallowing its wriggling mass down whole along with his scream!
The Sorority House Mother proceeded to gently cut the perimeter of Plumpkins’ skull with smooth strokes of a kitchen bone saw, as the surrounding Maenads eagerly awaited the sweet dessert contained within. She softly shushed his whimpering, and with a wry smirk pried the lid of the savory treasure off. There was a gasp of awe from the awaiting vortex of voracious vixens, who each quickly produced a spoon and formed into an expectant line.
The helpless Plumpkins’ could do nothing as his brain was adamantly devoured by the slurping, lip smacking lineup of lovelys. But, just before he lost consciousness, the statuesque coed and one of her lady friends each placed their lips over his tear reddened eyes. A gentle kiss was administered to each, followed by a forceful sucking out of each orb from it’s eye-socket into each Maenads’ waiting mouth to be munched by her molars! Thus it was that Piggie Plumpkins’ very last sight of this world was the insides of the two young Maenads’ exquisite mouths…
The end.
