Beautiful Girl Explorer and the Big Hungry Savage

Thuh Professor

        Ashley drove her car excitedly through the countryside headed for her weekend rendezvous with Jasper. Her heart was pounding as she anticipated the fun they would have together over the next couple of days. Jasper always did little things to make each visit more special than the last. As she neared Jasper’s place, the twenty-year-old coed thought back to when she first met Jasper in a chat room. In one of their first conversations, she told him about a fantasy that she had had as long as she could remember -- to be hunted in the jungle and eaten by cannibals. She confided how she thought it would be fun to run around naked outdoors and maybe have someone shoot… oh say… paintballs at her. Once the hunter had ‘killed’ her, he could put her on a platter and eat some kind of food off of her naked body. This sounded like a good time to Jasper who told her he had just the place to do it, and as it turned out, they only lived a couple of hours apart.
        When Ashley first mentioned her fantasy to Jasper, she never dreamed she would ever actually act it out with anyone, especially with some pervert she’d met on the internet. Besides, their initial conversation took place in November, and she had no desire whatsoever to run around naked outside at that time of year. She and Jasper, however, continued to chat all winter, and by spring, they had developed her fantasy into a game complete with a set of rules.
        All winter long, especially in her boring accounting classes, Ashley daydreamed about what it would be like to run naked in the jungle, hunted by a big hungry savage. Finally, as spring turned to summer, she could stand it no more. Though, not one to take risks, she could resist the impulse no longer. She agreed to visit Jasper on the first weekend in June.
        She compounded her risk by lying to her parents about where she was going. She told them she was going camping for the weekend with a couple of friends. Whenever she would question the wisdom of what she was planning, she reminded herself that she had been conversing with Jasper for several months, and he seemed harmless enough. In truth, other than knowing volumes about his sexual predilections, she actually knew very little else about him, other than he was about twenty years older than her, owned quite a bit of land out in the country, and couldn’t spell for shit.
        On her very first visit, she learned that Jasper was married. He had never mentioned it, but it was impossible to hide the fact once Ashley showed up at his house. He said his wife was “real religious” and that she went on retreats several times each summer. She always left Friday afternoon and returned late Sunday evening. After anticipating their first encounter for weeks she was too horny to care if he was married or not. If it didn’t bother him, it sure as hell didn’t bother her. Everything else he had told her was true. He owned a lot of land, much of it wooded, and there were no neighbors in sight. This was as she had always envisioned it. She was free to live out her most secret fantasies without fear of discovery or interruption. [2]

        On their first weekend, they played by the rules they had made up over the winter. Both of them were to be completely naked, though Jasper could adorn himself with paint and feathers and anything else he could think of to make him look more native. They would begin together in the house, and she would get a 5-minute head start, and no fair peeking. Only shots to the upper torso were fatal. Upon receiving a fatal shot, she would fall. He must then carry her back the ‘village’ where she would be placed on the table and ‘eaten’. They acted out the fantasy a couple of times each weekend.
       It typically took many shots to bring down the wily blonde. Once his prey was found, he loved to watch her bounce through the woods. She was athletic and her muscles were sleek and firm, but her feminine body exhibited just the proper amount of jiggle in all of the right places. There was no point in bringing her down right away. He liked to shoot low. It was fun to watch her jump and hear her yelp as the paint balls found their mark on her backside and her thighs. She would just laugh and say that he had missed and run off        For Ashley’s part she found the sting of the paint balls delicious. Not ordinarily one for pain, she still found the momentary pain to be just too good. He and Ashley had figured out the best force setting on the gun to provide just the proper amount of sting to drive her wild.
        Eventually, though, he had to take her. Between his erect schlong bouncing up and down like a giant baton and his two high balls trying to climb up into his abdomen, it became nearly impossible to run. He’d get his quarry in his sites and fire a couple of shots in rapid succession and watch as paint splattered all over her back. Now it was time to get his kill back to the ‘village’. The village consisted of a long picnic table with a roof over it. A pig roaster stood nearby. Jasper and his wife occasionally hosted pig roasts.
        Getting Ashley back to the village was sometimes problematic. He tried carrying her over his shoulder, which was fun as her smooth bare bottom rested nicely against his cheek. He loved the view, but depending on the distance he had to cover, he had to set her down frequently. Sometimes, over her objections, she would walk part of the way. Ashley insisted that once she was shot, she had to be ‘dead’. A wheelbarrow, was functional, but lacked a certain flair. Once, he tied her on the front of his truck, but again, it somehow didn’t have that jungle feel. He surprised her on a subsequent visit with a frame that he could mount on a wagon and pull with a small tractor. She hung by her ankles and wrists from a horizontal bar, just like a real captured Beautiful Girl Explorer. It was wonderful. She swung there helpless with her ass exposed for all the world to see. She just knew that people were hiding and watching, admiring what they saw. Certainly, Jasper was watching. He could hardly drive the tractor for turning around watching her perfect bottom swing back and forth. He would even tilt his head to the side as he tried to get the best view of her pussy lips. Unfortunately, he would occasionally run into a tree or something. Fortunately, the tractor was never damaged. Ashley was never actually hurt either, just a little shaken. [3]

        He had fashioned a large platter for her to be served on when they got her back to the village. Before each hunt, they would arrange a nice vegetable or fruit garnish on the platter. Then he would ‘cook’ her by smearing different sauces and toppings on her body. He especially liked to cook her breasts and snatch. Some experimentation had shown which sauces produced a nice warming sensation when smeared all over Ashley’s pussy and which were just a bit too hot. To complete the meal a nice canned stew was spooned on to her belly and then eaten off.    He rarely completed a meal because they both would become too excited, and he would have to climb onto the table and take her where she lay.
        Ashley finished her reminisces as she pulled up at Jasper’s house. He was sitting on the front porch. He walked down the steps and met her beside her car. They embraced, and he told her he had a surprise for her. He made her close her eyes and led her out to the ‘villlage’. When he finally told her she could look, she was so thrilled she gave him a big hug. There before her was her very own spit. It was made of pipes that he had painted green, her favorite color. There were also a couple of uprights that supported the spit and allowed it to turn. The spit had a number of cross pieces to which Ashley could be tied and that would hold her as she turned. Wheels allowed the contraption to be rolled over to the table, where Ashley could be untied and slid onto the platter. For some added excitement, Jasper had purchased several cans of Sterno to provide the fire.
        Before they started the hunt, they worked out hand signals to indicate if she was becoming too warm while on the spit because Ashley was insistent that she could not talk when she was ‘dead’. Besides she would have a nice green apple (her favorite color) jammed in her mouth.
        It wasn’t long before Ashley got to try out her gift. After an exciting hunt she was once again felled and was soon tied to the spit. Jasper lit the ‘fire’ and began to smear his favorite parts of her body with barbecue sauce. He was careful to turn her regularly, much to Ashley’s delight. He also poked her gently with a fork as she ‘roasted’. He was in the process of tasting her to see if the roast was ready by licking some of the sauce out of her slit when Ashley her him exclaim, “Aw shit.” She opened her eyes to see him staring at something in the direction of the top of her head.
        “Well isn’t this pretty. What the hell are you supposed to be and who’s this bitch?”
        “You’re home early dear,” was Jasper’s only reply.
        “So this is what you’ve been doing while I’ve been away. I knew something was going on. I wondered why I always had a bunch of extra crap in the fridge every time I came home from retreat.”
        Jasper took his face out of Ashley’s muff and began to untie Ashley.
        “Leave the bitch where she is. I’ve been watching from the house for a while. I called Brother Roy who said to leave everything just as I found it. He’ll be right over.” [4]

        Brother Roy was considered a prophet in these parts, and Jasper and Lucille had been followers of his for many years. Brother Roy’s word was law and none of his flock dared to disobey him. Soon Brother Roy and a number of the elders and their wives drove up in their trucks. Brother Roy immediately assessed the situation.
        “Brothers and Sisters, it would appear that we have a strange naked young woman with an apple in her mouth tied to some kind of contraption. What is that thing, Brother Jasper?”
        “It’s a spit, Brother Roy. See we was just playing Beautiful Girl Explorer and the Big Hungry Savage.”
        “I see. And I suppose you’re the Big Hungry Savage.”
        “That’s right, Brother Roy.”
        “Uh-huh. I see,” said Brother Roy as he rubbed his distraught face and shook his head to show his sadness at what he saw. “This is very serious -- very serious indeed. Someone is going to have to pay dearly for this terrible transgression.”
        For some time Brother Roy shook his head and quietly repeated, “What to do? What to do?” His flock waited in hushed silence for the great man to speak. Finally, Brother Roy’s face seemed to brighten as he got an inspiration upon spying the nearby pig roaster. But first, he had to be sure of one thing.
        “Now think very carefully Brother Jasper. Does anybody know the young lady’s here?” Brother Jasper thought very carefully, just like Brother Roy told him to. He had a sense that Ashley’s fate rested on his answer. “No sir. Nobody in the whole world ‘ceptens us knows she’s here.”
        “Are you sure Brother Jasper. This is very important. Very important indeed.”
        Jasper looked at Ashley. She was staring at him with her eyes very wide and shaking her head from side to side to indicate that he had said the wrong thing.
        Jasper was trying to catch her meaning. He instinctively started moving his head side to side in unison with hers and then started repeating softly, “No, no, no….”
        “What’s that Brother Jasper? What’d you say?”
        “Uh nooooooooooooooooooooo……sirreeebob. Nobody knows she’s here.”
        Ashley groaned as a smile crossed Brother Roy’s lips.
        Confused by Ashley’s reaction, Jasper thought that maybe he should elaborate. “I’m absolutely positive nobody knows she’s here. She always tells me that whenever she comes out here for the weekend that she tells everyone that she’s going camping with a couple of girlfriends.   So once I called her house to check, and sure enough, her mom told me that she was gone for the weekend with friends.
        Brother Roy had his answer. In a loud voice he proclaimed his decision, “Brothers and Sisters, we have been witnesses to a most grievous sin, and while it takes two to tango, as they say, I believe that one [5]

of the parties here is far guiltier than the other. As Eve caused Adam to sin in the garden, so I believe this young tart, this worldly woman of questionable character and loose morals has applied her feminine wiles to lead poor simple Brother Jasper down the path of iniquity. She has used her sensuous body that the Good Lord gave her with it’s full, firm bosoms and her perfect round behind, that I dare say she likes to wiggle when she walks, to lead astray our poor brother of weak will and suspect intellect.
        “Thanks Brother Roy.”
        “Don’t mention it Brother Jasper. This is a generous man. This is a man who’d give you the shirt off his back. Now it appears like he also gave ‘em his pants today, but if we can ignore that for the moment, I’d like to remind everyone how he always gives generously to the building fund, and I swear someday we’re really goin’ to build a buildin’. Now Brother Jasper, I think it’s safe to say you’ll be wantin’ to make an extra generous donation this Sunday. Am I right?”
        “Yes, Brother Roy.”
        “That’s good, Brother Jasper. So, there you have it. I say that there is only one guilty party here, and we all know who she is… Who is she?”
        “Her name’s Ashley.”
        “Thanks Brother Jasper. Ashley. We must punish Ashley in a way so awful that other trollops will think twice before doing what she has done. We must punish Ashley in a way so horrible that she will repent and her soul will be saved even though her body is consumed in the fire… so to speak. We must make the punishment fit the crime.”
        Now Brother Roy had read extensively and had adapted much of what he read into his doctrine. Brother Roy quoted from the book of Hogg, (Garry Hogg, Cannibalism and Human Sacrifice, which he had picked up for $5.95 in paperback) “[The book of Hogg] condemns to be eaten …blah, blah, blah… those guilty of adultery…blah, blah. The execution takes place without delay, in the presence of the whole population.”
        “That’s us,” he explained.
        He continued, “The husband, the wife, or the persons most directly offended, have the right to retain the ears of the condemned for themselves.” “The flesh is always…blah, blah, blah… grilled at the place of punishment….so on and so on,etc, etc.” With those words, Brother Roy pronounced sentence on the frightened Ashley.
        The crowd contemplated the words they had heard. They started to look at Ashley in a new light – not just as a desirable example of womanhood but as someone who might actually taste pretty damn good if ya’ fixed her right. There must be some good eatin’ on a woman that well put together. They stared at
Ashley as they considered the idea, and Ashley stared back in wide-eyed disbelief as she noticed some [6]

of them licking their chops. Strangely, the idea didn’t seem that farfetched with her already tied to a spit, and like the man said, the punishment ought to fit the crime. The group was very much warming to the idea when the elderly Sister Selma threw a cold bucket of water all over them.
        “How can you good sisters, stand by and watch as the nakedness of your own sex is laid out there for all the world to see. The first thing we need to do is put her in a nice long cotton dress that covers her limbs.” Ashley’s outlook brightened for a moment. “Then we can take and tie her arms around a tree.” Ashley’s outlook dimmed.   “After we shave her head, we can unbutton the back of her dress exposin’ her back, but being very careful to not expose her bosoms, and then we’ll let the strongest man here horsewhip the tar outta her. Then we button up her dress, sit her on a horse, sidesaddle of course, and give her a proper hanging. At least, that’s how we used to do it. We’d have a nice picnic, and when we were done eating, we’d give the lousy man-stealin’ tramp a decent burial.”
        Then turning to Ashley, she said, “ Now doesn’t that sound a whole lot better dear?”
        Well it didn’t sound that much better to Ashley. Ashley’s response was, “Uuuuuuuuuu peeeeepoooo aaaaaaah uuuuuttttssssss Uuuuu ottoooooo beeeeee aaaawkkkkkedd ubbb”
        “Awked what??”
        Very determinedly, Ashley repeated, “Laaawkkkd up.”
        Everyone pretty much ignored the frantic blonde with the apple in her mouth and considered Sister Selma’s words. Well yes, what Sister Selma had described was the traditional way of dealing with these matters, but most of the crowd had warmed to the idea of at least trying something knew. After all, the young lady did look mighty tasty, and it was getting’ way past lunchtime. But no one dared cross the venerable Sister Selma, including the powerful Brother Roy who knew he was in uncharted waters here. Finally, to everyone’s relief, Lucille spoke.
        “With all due respect to Sister Selma, I’m the one who’s been wronged here. Now I don’t really want her ears, but I wouldn’t mind slicing off one of these big ol’ round nipples of hers. That’d teach her.” She gave Ashley’s nipple a twist to punctuate her sentiments.
        Brother Jasper decided he better do something. He felt partially responsible for Ashley’s predicament, though he was beginning to see how he had been the victim of feminine seduction and treachery. Then it occurred to him – the words that would sway these people, the reasoning that would save Ashley. He spoke in he most eloquent voice he could muster, given that he was standing there with his penis hanging out for all the world to see. He even tried to look more pious by folding his hands in front of it. “Doesn’t the good book talk about mercy somewhere?”
        Brother Roy studied on the question for quite a while before responding, “Nope. Don’t think so. Doesn’t ring a bell with me. How ‘bout you brother Homer?” [7]

        “Doesn’t sound familiar to me either, Brother Roy.”
        “Well I could be wrong,” Brother Jasper recanted. Ashley just winced as she heard the thunderous sound of her big strong savage falling on his ass along with her hopes of survival.
        “Lebbeeee wooose uuuuu asssssssoooooos. Lebbeee goooooooo.”
        “Well then it’s all settled,” said Brother Roy before Selma could react. “Looks like we’re goin’ be meatin’ out some justice today.”
        “Brother Roy, you sure can turn a phrase.”
        “Thanks Brother Lem. Why don’t a couple of you men roll that spit over here and get that young lady over the grill. She’s starting to look a might chilly.”
        Ashley was goose bumps from head to toe, but it wasn’t from the temperature of the air. It was true that the cool air was responsible for making her nipples stand embarrassingly erect, but the goose bumps were from the chills running up and down her spine knowing these maniacs were about to roast her like the prize pig at the Chautauqua County fair.
        They rolled the spit over to the pig roaster and positioned Ashley over the burners just as Brother Roy had ordered.
        “Hey this thing really rolls nice, Jasper.”
        “Thanks Lem. Pneumatic tires.”
        They gave the spit a couple of turns.
        “Turns real nice too.”
        “Ball bearings.”
          They cleaned the fat off the grill from the last time it’d been used and tried to light the burners, but nothing happened.
        “Hey Jasper. How do you light this thing?”
        Jasper saw the fear in Ashley’s eyes, and though these were his friends and some really good people, he couldn’t bring himself to light the burners.
        “I’m not going to tell you how to light it, and you guys’ll never figure it out in a million years. Sorry.”
        With the chances of carrying out the sentence jungle-style growing slimmer by the moment, Sister Selma started to go inside to look for a nice, modest dress that Lucille didn’t have anymore use of and some rope.
        “That’s ok, Brother Jasper,” said Brother Roy. “How hard could it be? I bet you just open this thingy. Turn this doohickey. And push this button.”
       “I told you guys you’d never figure it out. You’re way off... you turn the doohickey before you open the thingy, but first you close the thingamajig.” [8]

        “Like this?”
        With a loud poof, the grill lit and Ashley could feel and smell the fine little blonde hairs on her body singe away. Brother Jasper could tell from the look of terror in Ashley’s eyes that he had probably done bad again.
        Soon the burners were putting out a nice blue flames, and as the heat from the flames hit Ashleys back and legs, she arched up violently thrusting her chest and crotch forward.
        “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” screamed Ashley. No one had any trouble understanding what she meant this time.
        “That’s enough to make your hair stand on end.”
        “Gives me the willies.”
        “Is she supposed to holler like that?”
        Brother Roy assured everybody, that based on what he had read, it was pretty much to be expected. He explained that that was what the apple was for, besides dressing up the roast. After that they regarded her screams as a sign that they were doing everything right, which filled them with pride since this was the first woman any of them had ever barbecued. No one took much notice of her cries after that.
        “Well if you guys are so all-fired intent on barbecuing that poor girl then we ought to do it right. Come on Mabel. We gotta get some fixin’s.”
        Selma motioned for Sister Beatrice to turn the spit. “Now remember, Beatrice, she should go around about once per minute.”
        When they were out of earshot, Selma asked Mabel, “How do ya suppose you barbecue a hussy?”
        “I dunno. Seems it can’t be all that different from barbecuing a pig. You’ve done that a hunderd times.”
        “Yeah, but I never barbecued one that’s still kickin’.”
        They found a number of store-bought barbecue sauces in the house. “’pears Jasper had a big weekend planned. I wouldn’t eat this store bought stuff if you paid me.”
        “Judgin’ by the half empty bottles, Jasper musta thought it was pretty good.”
        “Well it probably depends on what you’re eatin’ it on.”
        “Oh Selma, you scamp.”
        “Least we can do for the tramp is make her taste good. I’m gonna whip up my ‘ward-winnin’ recipe that took first prize at the Chautauqua County fair pig roast. Now hand me that there bottle offa the counter.”
        A few of the others went into the house and retrieved Ashley’s suitcase and other belongings. They [9]

brought them outside and began going through them. There wasn’t much stuff there – Ashley didn’t figure on needing a lot of clothes this weekend. Most of the stuff they burned, figuring she wouldn’t have much need of it, but the Widder Jones asked if she could keep some of the scented bath oils and flavored douches and powders that Ashley had brought. Some money was found in her purse, which Brother Roy graciously accepted as a donation to the building fund. They saved her keys so they could dispose of her car the next day, then they threw her purse with its contents into the fire.
        Pretty soon Selma and Mabel returned from the house with their secret recipe and began slathering it on the struggling Ashley.
        They brushed it all over her belly and chest, lifting each breast to make sure they didn’t miss a spot. Selma, who was starting to really get into this thing, got kind of a kick out of dabbing it in her belly button. When they got down to her pelvic region, they hesitated.
        “What’d think? S’pose somebody’s gonna eat that thing.”
        “I s’pose. Meat’s meat.”
        So Mabel got a bunch of sauce on her brush and brushed it all over Ashley’s pussy. She was careful to get plenty inside. They brushed up and down her long legs and even made sure they got it between each and every finger and toe, which was no small task with the struggling Ashley frantically wiggling all of her digits.
        “There, there, dear, you don’t want us to miss a spot now do you?” Mabel asked Ashley.
        The good sisters persisted and when they were finished with her front, they turned her and got her back side.
        Brother Roy, meanwhile, pleased that justice was finally being done, told everyone that it was time to dress for the occasion. With that he removed all of his clothes and began to do his best rendition of a jungle dance wearing only his shoes, socks, and hat and hollerin’ at the top of his lungs.
        Everyone just stood there in silence, with their jaws a little more slack than usual.
        “What do you think Brother Cletus?”
        “Bit peculiar Brother Festus…bit peculiar.”
        Everyone, that is, except the Widder Jones. She’d become a widder at a fairly young age when her husband was run over by a combine and his immortal remains were deposited unceremoniously in the grain tank. Well, she missed some of the privileges of marriage desperately and watching Brother Roy’s manhood bounce up and down as he danced was more than she could stand. She started dancing too, tearing off her clothes as fast as she could.
        The Widder Jones was a fine looking example of American womanhood and when her cans got to shakin’, several of the brethren decided it was time to do this thing right. Nobody wanted it to be said that [10]

they hadn’t done their part for justice, jungle-style or whatever. They started pulling off their clothes as fast as they could, slowed only by the time it took to get their pants off over their boots. Brother Homer turned over a washtub and began pounding out a jungle beat. Some of them began blowing on duck calls.
        Their passions enflamed by the sight of their men behaving like savages, some of the women began to have yearnings that had not known for years. They looked to each other for guidance. With a few “What the hell’s?” and some shrugs they began taking off their clothes. Not all got totally naked at once, of course. These were virtuous women, and for some, piety dictated that they restrict themselves to dancing topless or in their underwear. Once, however, they got into the spirit of the thing, with the dancing and the shouting and the groping, most of the sisters decided that a couple minutes of piety had been plenty. They tore off the remainder of their clothes and joined the savage celebratory dances, shaking their tits and asses for all they were worth.
        “Mabel, I think you missed a spot there.”
        “Well it’s not my fault, she keeps movin’ around.”
        “Look how she keeps skakin’ them bosoms.”
        “I know. I know. Shameful.”
        “How long do you suppose we ought to cook her?”
        “Well, at least until she stop fussing.”
        “I know that, silly.”
        “Well let’s see… a 200 pound hog usually takes about eight hours, give or take an hour. She’s kind of tall fer a girl… so I’d say maybe… five hours.”
         Brother Roy strolled by to make sure everything was being done by the book. He was a stickler for the rules.
        “How’s it goin’ ladies?”
        “Fine Brother Roy. Do you reckon she’s learnt her lesson?”
        “We can only hope, sisters. He ran his finger down her leg and then put it to his mouth for a taste. Not bad.”
         Satisfied that all was in order, he complimented the ladies on the fine job they were doing and commented on how good everything smelled. He turned to walk away when he noticed a glint from Ashley’s finger. She was wearing a ring. Brother Roy decided that the ring should go to the building fund, so he told the ladies to stop turning the spit when the ring was in reach. He grabbed Ashley’s hand and tried to remove the ring but all at once pulled back, “Oooooooweeeeeeeeee that’s hot. Hand me a knife, please, so I can lop off that finger.”
        “No way, Brother Roy. God’s work can wait till after dinner. Now you get outta here before you [11]

spoil your appetite. We’ll save the ring for you.”
       Selma reminisced, “I remember Brother Roy when he was no taller than this, placing her hand palm down at about waist level. He was always trying to sneak something to eat before dinnertime.”
         When it was Brother Lem’s turn to turn the spit, he amused the onlookers by wiggling the spit back and forth when Ashley was facing down. Her breasts wiggled back and forth.
        “Lem, you’re so nasty. Stop that,” giggled the Widder Jones as she slapped at Lem. Well, that just encouraged Lem to do it more.
        Finally, Selma couldn’t stand it anymore, she said, “Will someone take that handle away from that idiot Lem. He’s gonna burn this poor girl’s tits off if he keeps it up. Ain’t no cook gonna be able to make ‘em taste like anything if he don’t stop foolin’ around.” Then she blushed bright red realizing she’d said 'tits'.
        Excited by all of the nude dancing and the site of the bound blonde roast writhing over the fire, most of the couples decided they couldn’t stand it any longer and started going at it like a bunch of animals. It was the most sexual activity between Brothers and Sisters Chautauqua County had seen since the celebration over the repeal of that pesky prohibition against incest.
.        Lucille, like everyone else, had gotten caught up in the revelry and was having trouble staying angry at Jasper. Like good hosts they offered to tend the roast while the others partied. Though still alive, Ashley had pretty much stopped squirming or trying to speak, and soon, except for putting out the occasional grease fire, there really wasn’t much for the couple to do. Lucille would occasionally jab Ashley with a fork, which, of course, is all part of the cooking process. It seemed to Jasper, however, that the way Lucille was working over Ashley’s breasts and other private parts, that maybe there was some element of revenge involved. But since it appeared that Lucille was beginning to forgive him, he decided not to mention it, reasoning that maybe Lucille thought that Ashley’s breasts and twat just looked extra juicy.
        When Ashley’s eyeballs finally rolled back in her head signaling she was gone, Brother Roy took a hand full of her blonde hair in his left hand and sliced off her head with a large carving knife. Her slender neck offered little resistance, and only a couple of strokes were required to remove her head.
        According to law, he offered the head to Lucille who said she had no use for the thing. It fact it kind of creeped her out, but Lem who dabbled some at taxidermy said he’d take it. Lem had once put antlers on a rabbit head, and he was thinking of the possibilities that Ashley’s head offered as he went to toss it in the back of his truck. The Widder Jones stopped him and said, “You men are so helpless. If you toss it back there like that, the hair’ll get all bloody.” She took the head from him and held it out to drain. When it stopped dripping, she wrapped the neck in newspaper, tied the hair on top of Ashley’s head, and put the [12]

whole thing in a pail, which she carefully set in the cab of his truck. Everybody could see by how she doted on him that she was sweet on Lem.
        They laid Ashley on the platter that she and Jasper had placed on the table that morning. Her skin was now a deep reddish brown. There was some discussion about how to pose her on the platter, but eventually they simply laid her on her back with her legs spread and her knees bent, her arms at her side. The position had always been one of Jasper’s favorites. Everyone commented on how nice a job Ashley and Jasper had done on the garnish, and then they took their seats at the long table. After the blessing, Lucille was given the honor of carving the roast. When she carved off the piece between Ashley’s legs there was an uncomfortable silence as to what to do with it. Brother Roy discreetly motioned for her to drop it on his plate, which she was only too glad to do. Brother Roy praised Sister Lucille for her wisdom in giving the piece to a man that was above temptation. He recounted how many a weaker man has been led astray by the mere taste of such a thing. She sliced off one of Ashley’s breasts for herself and gave the other one to the repentant Jasper, who proceeded to eat it hungrily.
         When everyone had finished eating, they gathered up their clothes and went home. The Widder Jones invited Lem over to her house for desert, telling him that she had something special she really thought he’d like to eat.
         When everyone had left, Lucille asked Jasper, “Shouldn’t we put the leftovers away?”
        “Naw. They’ll keep.”
        With that Jasper grabbed Lucille’s ass.
        “Stop that.”
        He did it again.
        “Stop that. I mean it… you…you… big ol’ hungry savage, you.”
        Then Lucille ran in the house with Jasper in hot pursuit, grabbing at her jiggling behind. Epilogue         Jasper and Lucille lived happily ever after. Jasper taught Lucille all the rules to Beautiful Girl Explorer and the Big Hungry Savage.
        Brother Lem enjoyed what Widder Jones gave him to eat after the barbecue so much, that he went over to her house every night for weeks for dessert. The two married shortly thereafter.
        Brother Roy’s legend grew as word of jungle-justice spread. A couple of weeks later, Brother Roy announced to his congregation, “It occurs to me that there are so many sinful young ladies out there, that if we were to exact justice on one a week for the rest of our lives, we couldn’t possibly judge ‘em all, but I for one am willing to try.” The listeners nodded their agreement, and to this day, each family takes a turn hosting the weekly event. [13]

The End