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The Society of Atreus
by C. A. Smith ©2005
Part 1
It all began with certain drawings.
She had come across them on the internet one night almost two years ago when she felt a little lonely, a little horny. She was just bopping around, looking for something that would stir up a bit of a tingle in that bodily zone that was her chief source of solace, bliss and ecstasy. Looking for something a little naughty. Something a little outrageous. She'd found it all right! First the drawings, then stories to go with them. It was the beginning of a fantasy life that never failed to send her straight through solace and bliss right on up to ecstacy!
A life which she kept carefully locked in a closet.
People would think she was crazy if they knew. Maybe she was. But she didn't care, as long as she could keep it to herself. Her own secret thrill. In every other respect she looked and acted perfectly ordinary. Nobody knew.
What they saw was a beautiful young woman of Chinese extraction named Ming Ming Xo who sold real estate for Abacus Realtors in the L.A. area and dated a bevy of up-and-coming young men of every racial and ethnic persuasion. What clueless people saw was an elegant body honed to spectacular shapeliness by years of competitive skating and aerobic exercise, capped by a short, lustrous mop of jet black hair. Few men could look upon her delicate face without marveling at its perfection. To gaze too long into her black eyes was to lose your soul. Few woman could appraise her flawless golden complexion without envy. Droves of young men fell in love with her because they could not resist her gentle personality, captivating intelligence and — perhaps most of all — her sensual feminine magnetism.
She made sure none of them discovered her dark secret, although she did subject the best prospects to a sly test. If some new good-looking guy managed to pass her first and second date criteria (decent restaurants, interesting conversation, appropriate attention to her, respectful behavior, and a sense of humor) she would invite him up to her apartment for “a drink.” She would have left some copies of those drawings in plain view on the coffee table where he could see them as he waited for her to return from the kitchen with the drinks. If he made no mention of them when she returned, or was inspecting them with a disgusted look on his face, she would immediately classify him as a “temp.” Good for the occasional overnight, but not compatible for anything serious. If, on the other hand, he was examining the pictures with apparent interest and said something like, “What's this?!” she would answer, “An artist named Dolcett drew that. What do you think of it?” His answer would determine whether he, too, would be relegated to the temp list. So far, after nearly two years, she'd enjoyed many a good romp but had found no one who shared her “weird” interest.
Then on two warm June evenings three years ago, everything changed.
The first evening — a Monday following a so-so weekend in Vegas with a contractor who thought he could impress Ming Ming by letting her lose a truckload of his money — she had logged on to the internet, gone to her favorite reading site and found a new story centered around her secret fantasy. The excitement she should have felt with her clueless contractor in Vegas rushed on her full bore as she read the futuristic tale of a sixteen year old girl named Ara. In the story Ara was an only child living in a time when the need for population control and scarcity of food had led to laws requiring that every other child born to any woman, starting with the first, must be registered with the government as meat, to be called up at age sixteen for slaughter and processing. As a first-born child herself, Ming Ming empathized with and, perversely, envied the doomed Ara. When she got to the part where the girl was slaughtered and butchered, she had the most extreme orgasm she'd ever experienced. She had immediately sent off an e-mail to the author describing her response to the story and thanking him for contributing it.
The next evening, Tuesday, Ming Ming received an e-mail from the author inviting her to join him on IM. She wasted no time doing so. His address name was Atreus.
MING: Your story was wonderful! I still get shivers thinking about it.
ATREUS: Ty. It's my favorite theme.
MING: Is that your real name? Atreus?
ATREUS: No. It's the name of a Greek who was pissed off at his brother Thyestes because Thyestes had screwed Atreus' wife. For revenge he killed Thyestes' children, cooked them up and tricked Thyestes into eating them for dinner.
MING: Wow! I'd have liked to have been there!
ATREUS: At the table?
MING: ON the table.
ATREUS: Even better! So you enjoy stories of cannibalism?
MING: The thought of being turned into meat makes me wet!
ATREUS: LOL! You're my kind of girl!
Every night after that Ming Ming logged on to her IM and every night Atreus would be on hand for more conversation. During the day she should could barely concentrate on her work for thinking about the subject that dominated their discussions. Every night she wolfed down her frozen Weight Watchers meal so she could log on again. Then, after about a week, the conversations took a fateful turn.
MING: Wouldn't it be a kick if there really were secret clubs or organizations where people get cooked and eaten?
ATREUS: But there are. How do you suppose I'm able to describe the flavors of various body parts so vividly?
MING: What do you mean?
ATREUS: I mean such groups do exist.
MING: You've met people who belong to actual cannibal groups?
ATREUS: Absolutely. In fact, I belong to one.
MING: No way!
ATREUS: Does that shock you?
MING: Not at all. But I find it rather hard to believe.
ATREUS: It's a fact. You interested?
MING: Of course I'm interested. If it's TRUE.
ATREUS: I assure you it is true. The group I belong to is called the Society of Atreus and meets at least twice a year, in February and August. That's when we cook and consume one of our female members in what we call the Great Feast of Atreus.
MING: The society is named after you?
ATREUS: LOL. No. I took the name of the Society for my code name as an author. It's a secret society so only the members know the relevance of the name. And now you, of course.
MING: How many members are there?
ATREUS: At the moment about twenty men and an equal number of girls. They come from all over the US, but usually only six to eight couples attend any given feast.
MING: Can anyone join?
ATREUS: Anyone we trust. But females can't be over thirty-nine.
MING: Why not?
ATREUS: Because eventually they'll be eaten.
MING: So?
ATREUS: Older women are too tough and stringy.
MING: What about the men?
ATREUS: We don't eat men. They're ALWAYS too tough and stringy. LOL
MING: I'm supposed to believe all this?
ATREUS: It's absolutely true!
MING: I'm going to be really pissed if you're yanking my chain!!!
ATREUS: And I wouldn't blame you. But seeing is believing. Care to see for yourself?
(Ming Ming froze. Was this real? Her heart was pounding so hard her breath came out in little gasps.)
ATREUS: Why the hesitation? Cold feet? Maybe YOU”RE the one yanking on chains. Maybe YOU'RE the fraud.
MING: No No! I'm just kinda stunned. I'm caught halfway between wanting to believe you and thinking it can't be.
ATREUS: Don't blame you. We have to bring in at least two new female members a year, for obvious reasons, and most of the girls we invite feel the same way at first. Which reminds me: I'm assuming you ARE female. Are you?
MING: LOL. Yes.
ATREUS: How old?
MING: 23.
ATREUS: Vitals? Be honest, now!
MING: 5'4. 34B x 24 x 35. 121 lbs. Chin-length black hair, dark brown eyes. I'm Chinese-American. My folks are from Beijing. I'm not as athletic as I used to be, but I'm still firm where it counts (LOL). I have lots of guys hitting on me all the time so I must be fairly attractive. Will that do?
ATREUS: You sound ideal!
MING: In your story they eat girls at 16. Maybe I'm too old and tough.
ATREUS: Actually, you're at the ideal age. In my story the concern was to balance the quality and quantity of the meat while minimizing the cost of raising it. Actually, the ideal age for girl-meat ranges from 16 to 25. Calves (girls under 18) have very tender meat, but we make it a point not to recruit minors because it's too chancy. Of course, if the young daughter of a Member wants to volunteer as livestock (and some do), we'll accept her because that's safe.
MING: I getting very wet here! I hope YOU'RE being honest!
ATREUS: I promise you, it's all true. Look, let's simplify things. I'm in San Francisco. Where are you?
MING: L.A.
ATREUS: Not that far. How about we get together, you and I and another couple from the Society. You name the place. Somewhere in LA where you'll feel safe. A restaurant maybe with booths where we can all talk without an audience.
MING: A couple?
ATREUS: One of our Members and his current girl.
MING: That'd be OK, I guess.
ATREUS: No guessing! If you're a wuss, check out now. But if this is really your fantasy, now is your opportunity to meet others who are actually living it. So make a decision!
MING: OK OK. I guess meeting with two guys and a girl in a restaurant won't be any more risky than meeting my clients in empty houses. (I'm a realtor.)
ATREUS: A whole lot less, actually. Where?
MING: I know a nice place that's always crowded, but they have little rooms where we can talk privately. It's called Casa Domingo, on Aurora Street.
ATREUS: Perfect. When?
MING: My schedule is flexible. But how will I know that you and your friends are not all in on a gag at my expense?
ATREUS: You won't. Seeing is believing, but until you actually attend a Great Feast as my guest you won't be convinced. However, this will be a start. It's just so you can see who we are, what we're like and whether you can be comfortable with us. We're basically normal people who not only share your fantasy but act on it.
MING: . . . and who might eat me later on.
ATREUS: Who WILL eat you later on if you want to live out your fantasy. Isn't that what turns you on? The prospect of being meat at a banquet?
MING: Sounds insane, but yes! YES, YES, YES!
ATREUS: Then don't lose heart. Your most exciting dream is about to become real!
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