Feast of the Femcan

    By Storybird

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    24 Nov, 2023

    a woman in a leather dress is cooking in a kitchen with a stove and a stove top oven and a lamp

    I am Giada, a dominant woman in a society known as femcan, a society of cannibal women. I am a skilled cook and I take pride in my unique culinary style.

    a woman in a black latex outfit holding a gun in a room with chandeliers and a chandelier

    My specialty is the most prized delicacy in femcan; a whole roasted man. My sisters salivate at the mere mention of my feast. The anticipation is palpable.

    a red stamp that says nsfw on it's side and a white background with a red stamp

    I select my prey meticulously. A man who is strong, healthy, and full of life. For, the better the quality of the man, the more delectable the feast.

    three women in leather outfits sitting at a table with food and candles in front of them, one of them is eating

    I remember the last feast like it was yesterday. My sisters and I gathered around the table, eyes gleaming with anticipation. My heart pounded with pride.

    a woman in a black dress holding a plate of food and a drink in her hand while a man in a black suit looks on

    I unveiled the dish, a perfect golden-brown roast. The aroma filled the room, making their mouths water. I carved the first slice, my hands steady.

    a woman in a black leather outfit standing in a room with a chandelier and a table with a wine glass

    The feast was a success. My sisters savored each bite, their eyes wide with delight. My heart swelled with satisfaction. I was the best among them.

    a woman in a black dress standing in front of a fruit stand with a lot of fruit in it

    But now, it's time for another feast. As the best cook among us, the task falls to me. The hunt begins anew, and I am ready.

    a woman in a black leather outfit leaning against a wall on a street corner with a man in the background

    I stalk my prey, a man unaware of his impending fate. I can already taste the feast. My heart pounds with excitement. This is my calling.

    a woman in a black leather outfit standing next to a man in a forest with long hair and a sword

    I catch him, his screams lost in the wilderness. His fear feeds my hunger. I am not a monster, but a woman fulfilling her role in femcan.

    a woman in a leather outfit cooking on a grill with flames in the background and a fire pit in the foreground

    I prepare the feast, my hands skilled and steady. The roasting pit is ready, the fire crackling. The aroma of roasting meat fills the air.

    a woman in a black leather outfit leaning against a door with her hands on her knees and her head on her knees

    The man's screams turn to whimpers, then silence. My heart twists, but I push the guilt aside. This is our way, the femcan way.

    a woman in a leather outfit sitting at a table with a plate of food in front of her and a man in the background

    My sisters arrive, their eyes wide with anticipation. The feast is ready. But as I look at the man, my heart fills with dread.

    a woman in a leather outfit holding a cake with candles on it and a knife in her hand,

    As I carve the first slice, my hand trembles. The man's lifeless eyes stare back at me. I feel a chill run down my spine.

    a woman in a black dress standing next to a man in a suit and tie at a table with a cake

    My sisters feast, their joy palpable. But I can't join them. I look at the man, and I see not a feast, but a life lost.

    Feast of the Femcan

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