Introduction

In 2020, Mr Bruce, one of the richest men on earth, bought an island near the coasts of south america, and proclaimed it a sovereign nation. Since he owned some of the biggest international companies, and quite a lot of the world's newspapers, nobody thought about forbidding him that. When he called it Dolcettia, only a few people got the reference. A few months later, he armed it with the nuclear bomb, and a few eyebrows were raised, but nothing more. But when he "voted" laws allowing cannibalism on consenting victims, the public opinion got outraged. Other countries stopped all forms of trade and communication, but nobody on Dolcettia cared. They were rich. And some of the richest people in the world decided to ask for citizenship, so the country got richer every day, and black market was enough to provide for products they didn't produce themselves.

A few years later, the most important people in the governments of the world had at least a small flat on the island, even if it was still fobidden to go there. And some voices began to raise in the public, saying that if all the victims were consenting, then it couldn't be that bad. And it was decided that there should at least be some kind of peace treaty, and some legalization of tourism, to ensure some order could be preserved. Diplomats from the United Nations gathered, and issued a formal invite to Mr Bruce. He answered quickly that he would be happy to come and discuss a treaty, as long as they followed the official protocol of Dolcettia: an official representative should be sent to Dolcettia, and he should sacrifice a member of his family as a present and a proof of good will. It was strongly implied that the victim should be a young woman.

Some diplomats got afraid and decided to leave. Some others didn't have daughters. The remaining ones wondered if they should draw randomly among them to decide who would be the representative, but they decided to ask their families before.

At home

When John got home, his daughter, Caroline, was waiting for him. She hard heard the news on TV, and was really excited. She wanted to know if the UN would go along with the offer, or decline politely. John and her had had many talks about everything, and she had been a fervent proponent of cannibalism, to John's surprise. He found the idea exciting and knew that some of his colleagues had already done a discreet trip to Dolcettia, but he wasn't so sure about the implications of legalizing murder. He told his daughter that the UN was going to send someone, and they just hadn't decided who yet.

- We should go, she said

- Are you crazy ? If we went, you'd end up in our plates.

- I know, but it's for the greater good, isn't it ? Wouldn't I be famous ?

- Sure, you would. And you would be dead.

- But it's my choice, isn't it ?

- It's not. You're 16, you're under my responsibility.

- On Dolcettia, I would be old enough to decide.

- But you're not in Dolcettia, and you have no experience of life, that's why I won't let you commit suicide just now. I want you to know life, find love, have sex, have children...

- I don't want children, I've had sex alright, and I know it would be the most sexually gratifying experience I could have.

- You've had sex ?

- You didn't know ? What did you think ? My first time was two years ago !

- And... you've done it many times ?

- I didn't count ! But I've known 12 guys already.

- Oh my God. I would never have thought !

- And I've been to Le Lapin Rose.

- The BDSM club ? And they let you in ?

- Of course. I was with Henry.

- Henry Goldman ? My colleague ? But he's 54, and he's married !

- He's still good in bed.

- Oh my God.

John was speechless. He had never though his daughter was so sexually active. And then he noticed she looked very good, and wasn't a little girl anymore. She had firm nice round breasts, and a very sexy outfit. She must have been excited, because her nipples were visible through her tshirt. John look at his own pants, and realised that he was very excited too. Caroline had noticed too, and was smiling. She must have said all these things on purpose. John went to bed before anything could happen; he wasn't sure he could control himself any longer.

The choice

John slept very badly, and made a lot of sexual dreams about his daughter. On the following day, he arrived late to the meeting room. His colleagues were already at work; apparently, nobody had a daughter willing to sacrifice herself, and some diplomats were thinking about forcing one, arguing it was for the greater good. Henry asked John about his daughter. He hesitated a little, but said the truth: that she agreed. He didn't say she was eager to be chosen. He said that there should be another way, that she was too young, but nobody listened; they had finally found a volunteer.

- Do you think you can handle it, his friend Henry asked ?

- Handle what ?

- Seeing her killed, of course, and then eating some of her flesh. Because you'll have to eat, you don't want to offend your host.

- I don't think I can.

- It's understandable... If you'd like, one of us could go in your place, pretend she's his daughter.

- I'm sure you'd volunteer. But if she dies, I want to be here.

- Will you bring back some leftovers then ?

- You're a pig, Henry. She'll be dying a hero, giving us a peace treaty maybe, you mustn't joke about that.

- Sorry. But have you seen her body lately ? She's so lovely, I'm sure she tastes good.

- Shut up !

John was angry, but he was also excited, in a way that he didn't thought possible before. He actually had pictured Caroline getting killed, naked, and eating some of her breast. And he remembered how much she wanted it. For the first time, he wasn't horrified.

The island

A week later, John and his daughter were in the main airport of Dolcettia. They were on the first official flight, and there was a parade welcoming them. They were brought to a luxurious hotel, to a room with a single bed. When John asked if he could get another bed for Caroline, the guide said: diner is tonight, sir. She wasn't going to live through the day. She took a shower, and got out of the bathroom naked.

- Won't you put something on, asked John ?

- You know what I am now, right ? I'm just a body, I don't need clothes.

- Oh, right.

- Will you give me a massage ? I need some relief, I have to admit I'm a bit anxious.

John began massaging his naked daughter, trying to hide his erection. He thought that maybe she would welcome his advances if he trying to sleep with her. After all, it was her last chance of having some fun. But before he could try anything, a man ringed at the door and asked them to follow him.

The diner room was big, full of people in tuxedoes and naked women. There was a buffet full of fruits and vegetables, and a lot of hot stoves, but no meat in sight. Obviously the women were destined to provide the meat. Mr Bruce, in rich clothing, was seating on a throne, and got up to welcome his guest. He made a short speech, and said that it was dinner time. John saw a man cut the throat of a woman, and another one cutting slices of the breasts of her partner, alive. She didn't scream; she probably had taken a lot of painkillers. Soon, everywhere, naked women were killed and put to pieces. The room filled with the smell of cooking meat. But about half the women were still alive, and used for sex by the guests.

Mr Bruce came to John, gave him a knife, and said he shouldn't wait. John looked at Caroline, who was busy masturbating. He couldn't do it; she still was his daughter. He gave the knife back to Mr Bruce, and said: it's a present; you should have it. Mr Bruce seemed delighted. He came to Caroline, put his cock out, and asked her to suck for a few minutes. He made her stand, put the knife below her left breast, a little on the right, just in front of the heart. Then he pushed hard. She wasn't under painkillers, and she let a short scream out. Then she fell. Mr Bruce cut her breasts, and put them to cook. While they were cooking, he asked a young girl passing by to finish the blow job, which she did gladly; it was an honour to blow Mr Bruce off. John looked at his daughter's body, her beautiful body, now dead. Then another young girl came to him, and began kissing him. He let her do it, and soon he was fucking her.

When the breasts were ready, Mr Bruce came and gave one to John. He tasted it, because he had to, but to his surprise it tasted good and was extremely erotic. He looked at the young girl, busy on his cock, and then at Mr Bruce. Mr Bruce smiled, and gave him a gun with a silencer. It was easier with a gun, it was the weapon of choice for beginners. John took the gun, asked the girl to stop her blow job. She looked at him in the eyes. He didn't know her name. He shot her in the chest, and she fell to the ground, trying to breathe. He fired again, and again, and she stopped moving.

Mr Bruce smiled again. A good treaty would be signed, and John would go back and advertise their way of life. It was the beginning of a new era for cannibalism.