International Fish

By RoastDuck87

Peter Harris stood in the arrivals hall of Hong Kong International Airport, looking around, when suddenly a female voice behind him asked ‘Peter?’ Peter whirled around to face her; Chen. Chen who was 27, was approximately 157 cm (5 foot 2) in height and weighed 77 kilograms (170lb), Peter aged 29 on the other hand towered over her at 190 cm (6 foot 3) tall with a weight of 98 kgs (216lb). Besides the height and weight differences both Peter and Chen had identical facial features with jet black hair and dark brown eyes.

‘I’m Peter’, Peter replied.

‘Good’, Cheng said. ‘But from now on, I will call you Fish’.

‘Not here’, Peter said in a low voice, looking around nervously.

‘Isn’t that what you wanted to be?’ Cheng asked, looking at him, amused at his nervousness. ‘The whole entire reason you flew from Sydney to here, Hong Kong? To be my fish dinner?’

‘Yes’, Peter said. ‘But I didn’t think it would be announced to everyone at the airport!’

‘You are fish aren’t you?’ Cheng asked, looking directly at him.

‘I said so’, Peter retorted.

‘Then I will call you Fish from now on. My Mercedes is outside.’

The trip from the airport in Cheng’s black 2018 Mercedes C300 to her luxurious house in New Territories only took 20 minutes.

‘Welcome to my home’, Cheng said as they entered the large 5 bedroom, 3 bathroom house named Chadmore Heights Villa. As soon as Peter followed her into the main hall of the house she turned around and faced him.

‘Strip, Fish’, she ordered. ‘I want to see that fish flesh once and for all in real.’

Surprised by this order and statement Peter hastily unbuttoned his blue long sleeved collar shirt and dropped it onto the marble floor. He then took of his white running shoes and socks, undid his black coloured belt and jeans and let them drop to the floor in front of him.

‘All the way naked’, Cheng said.

Peter then grabbed onto the sides of his black Bonds boxers and in one swift movement pushed them down and let them slip down to his ankles in which he then kicked off on the floor, which then joined the rest of his clothes.

‘Now we fuck’, Cheng stated.

‘You’re not gonna eat me?’ Peter asked, puzzled.

‘Oh yes!’ Cheng affirmed. ‘I will eat you all up and you will digest in my tummy! But first I want you to satisfy me in sex’.

After saying this Cheng took him by the hand and led him to her master bedroom, in which she herself stripped naked once inside.

‘I want you to fuck me nice and good’, she said as she lay on her back in the middle of the bed.

‘Ok’ Peter enthusiastically agreed.

Cheng’s naked legs were spread aside while Peter sat upright between them on the bed. He leant down and started to stroke her naked milky white skinned belly with his left hand while rubbing his penis with his right hand, getting it hard.

‘Mmmmm’, Cheng moaned, as she felt her belly being rubbed.

‘I cannot wait for your skin and meat to be digesting in this’, she said. ‘Put your finger in my belly button. I love that’. Peter obliged, sticking his index finger into the middle of her belly button and pushed in as far as it would go.

‘Fuck my belly button’, Cheng said, closing her eyes. Peter did as he was told, pushing in and pulling out his index finger faster and harder into her belly button.

‘Massage my breasts’, Cheng said, still with her eyes closed. Peter happily obliged, reaching up to cup her nice round balls and grabbed hold with his hand while rubbing them up and down in circles.

‘Mmmmmm’, Cheng moaned again. ‘That feels so good… I want you to finger my pussy. Make it all nice and wet for your penis to fuck.’ Peter did not need to be asked again as he glided his hand down to where her slit was, waiting for his finger to penetrate her. Still rubbing his penis which was rapidly becoming hard now, he rubbed her clit a few times and started pressing into her womanhood, feeling her vagina nut inside. Cheng was moaning away now, with her legs giving jerking buck movements with each hard thrust his finger made inside her. After a while, he started to put a second finger in, joining the first, which made Cheng moan louder.

‘Put it inside me. Do me’.

Peter whose penis was now hard, then guided his penis against the slit of her vagina opening and started rubbing it up and down, resulting in Cheng moaning once again.

‘Put it in! Fuck me!’ Cheng cried out.

Rubbing his hard penis up and down again a few more times against her slit, started to then press against it, until his penis head finally broke into her vagina. Cheng cried out in pain from this, but insisted on him going all the way in. Holding his penis still with his hand, he pressed it more and more into her while she lay back, tears flowing down her cheeks, until all of his manhood was inside her. Then suddenly he pulled backwards out of her, leaving the penis head still inside and suddenly thrusted back in, while still holding on his penis in his hand to ensure it was still hard. After a few thrusts he was sure it would stay in her and grabbed onto her milky white thighs, and then started fucking her really hard and deep; harder and harder, while she was crying and screaming. The crying and screaming of pain turned him on more and more, making him thrust even harder and faster as much as he could. After what seemed like an eternity, he cummed a gigantic load into her. Cheng was still laying back crying from the pain, until he pulled out of her. Wiping away the tears from her eyes, she sat up and climbed up from the bed.

‘That was really good’, Cheng purred. ‘And what’s more, its 8’oclock. Time for dinner’. As she said this, she started licking her lips, looking up and down at Peter’s body. ‘I’m hungry’.

Cheng then took Peter by the hand and led him down the hall to one of the large three bathrooms that her villa house proudly boasted. Once inside the bathroom, she looked at the elegant bathtub against the wall and simply said ‘Get in.’

Peter followed her gaze to the bath and to his immediate horror saw it was nearly full to the brim with what appeared to be a dark reddish brown sticky substance.

‘Sweet and sour sauce’, Cheng stated. ‘Exactly like what I said I would use in the messages I sent you’.

‘But I wondered you were just roleplaying’, Peter said, with a look of absolute terror on his face.

‘Oh no’, Cheng stated. ‘I never ever roleplay. Everything I do is real. You will be the 32^nd person I eaten after tonight.’

‘What!’ Peter shouted out, in absolute disbelief. ‘You eaten people before?!’

‘Oh yes’ Cheng replied. ’31 so far. Western white men like you all the time answer my Snapchat requests. I’m lucky I live in Hong Kong and can use Snapchat and Instagram, unlike mainland China, but that’s beside the point. White men are so delicious and tasty. So much meat on them.’

‘They actually come here to you to be eaten!?’ Peter said incredulously.

‘Of course!’ Cheng laughed. ‘They come all the way from US, UK, Canada, Germany, Italy, New Zealand, and your country, Australia. Oh, and I also get a few local tourists here and there. But at the end of the day, they are all delicious!!’

‘I’m getting fuck out of here!’ Peter declared, starting to backup and turn around, intending to flee this surreal situation he was suddenly trapped in.

‘Try to flee all you like’, Cheng stated, advancing towards him. ‘All the doors and everything are locked with fingerprint locks. You’ll never escape.’

‘Fuck you!’ Peter shouted, fleeing back in the main hall and towards the front door. Sprinting at full pace he arrived at the front door, only to discover that it was locked and would not open.

‘Please input fingerprint for unlock access’, the fingerprint scanned said out loud in an English female voice. In desperation, Peter pressed his thumb onto the fingerprint scanner, each time with the reader saying ‘Invalid authorization’. In utmost panic, he looked around and saw a large golden stand lamp. Grabbing it, he ran at one of the large wall sized windows with the lamp bottom in front of him, intending to smash the window. Instead, the opposite happened with him stumbling backward onto the polished marble floor.

‘The perk of being a banker’, the dreaded voice stated above him. Peter looked up to see Cheng staring down at him with a bemused look on her face. ‘Shatterproof glass’, she blanked stated. ‘And there’s no point in screaming out for help as well… Whole place is soundproof… Here, I’ll show you….’

Cheng then tilted her head back and screamed HELP!!!!! at the top of her voice. After a few seconds she tilted her head forward and stared down at him again.

‘I put up with this little show every single time Fish. I guess it just comes down to having a little hunt… Hunt for my food… But each time all of them end up in the oven or on the grill.

‘Oven? Grill?!’, Peter gasped. ‘Alive?’

‘Of course!’ Chen said. ‘Live cooking enhances the flavour a thousand times more than dead cooking.’ She then laughed loudly at this. ‘But at least you Fish, you get to experience something more sensual and exciting. You will be eaten alive by me in my bath!’

‘No!’ Peter shouted, frantically getting onto his feet again and trying to kick the window, which proved to be futile.

‘Why exert yourself dear food?’ Cheng asked. ‘You know it’s what you want. You can lie down in my bath like a good fish dinner and experience a one in a life time experience… or…’ Cheng stopped with her talking, and proceeded towards her handbag which was hung against a dark wooden high chair. Reaching into her handbag she produced in her right hand her 50,000 volt Spider stun gun. ‘Or, experience pain that you would not believe by this’. Cheng then pressed the trigger button three times, making the stun gun give off three fast zaps which looked very intimidating to Peter.

‘50,000 volts is quite painful Fish. I’m sure you’d rather feel my tongue and mouth on your skin and meat than the cruel mouth that this has got. In the end either way, you are food. You have come to my country, have come to my house, and now you are my food! I will eat you!’

‘Ok’ Peter said, resigned to his fate. ‘I’ll come to the bath as your food’.

‘Very good’, Cheng purred. ‘Follow me’.

Cheng advanced to Peter once again, and taking him by the hand led him back to the bathroom in which he was then once again instructed to get in. Looking at the bath and its contents for a few moments, Peter lifted his left leg and swung it over the side of the bath and had it hanging above it for a few moments. He then took in a deep breath and let it sink down, all the way into the sauce and down to the floor of the bath. He then followed suit with his other leg and foot so that he was now standing in the warm sauce filled bath, his penis still hard both with excitement and nervousness.

‘Very good fish’, Cheng happily said. ‘Keep going. Lay down all the way’. Peter looked at her for a moment then went downwards all the way so he was sitting in what would flavour him. After sitting down a few moments more and getting used to the heat of the sauce, he finally lay back until his whole body was submerged and covered in it.

‘You look delicious!’ Cheng exclaimed as soon as he was laying in the bath, his skin now covered in reddish brown all over. She immediately grabbed a pink velvet cushion from a bench against the wall, placed it next to the bath and knelt down on it.

‘Now it’s time for me to eat dinner’, so said. ‘But first, I want to taste you. Get my mouth and tongue used to your taste’. With that, she leaned down over Peter and started licking him all over, starting from licking his neck all over, then working down to his chest and breasts.

‘You are very tasty!’ she exclaimed, after she licked his right nipple a bit. ‘I cannot wait to eat you and digest you in my tummy!’

Peter just lay back with his eyes closed, feeling every bit of his body skin being tasted by her pink wet velvety tongue. With each lick she moaned from the delicious taste that she got from his skin.

‘Oh yes!’ Cheng exclaimed again, licking up and down Peter’s belly. ‘I will definitely eat more people this way. Such a treat!’

Peter continued to lay back with his eyes shut as he felt his right leg being lifted up into the air, immediately followed by the feel of Cheng’s hot wet tongue licking it whole from thigh to foot.

‘Mmmm’ Cheng moaned. ‘So delicious…. Now I eat you.’

She then put a firm hold onto Peter’s leg with both hands, tighter than before, and opened her mouth wide, putting the meatiest part of his leg into her mouth, before biting down with full force. Peter immediately screamed, but this made Cheng bite down even more while pulling her mouth and head backwards. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally managed to bite of a mouth sized chunk of Peter’s flesh and began to chew it, while Peter thrashed around in the bath, screaming.

‘Very delicious indeed’, Cheng commented. ‘And now you are in my stomach… It takes seven seconds for food to reach the stomach’.

With each bite of his flesh, Peter became no more, just food for a gorgeous Chinese female banker in Hong Kong to consume with delicious delight. After what seemed an eternity of excruciating pain, being eaten alive, Peter finally slipped into unconsciousness and died, but not before hearing the last words he would ever hear in his life: ‘You are so delicious to eat. After I eaten you, I’m going on Snapchat to discover another delicious meal…’