The Hunter

I’ve been trailing my latest victim for about ten blocks.  Let’s call her Jane.  She will become missing person number fourteen, never to be seen, never to be heard from again.  Her ass, her thighs along with her breast are perfect.  Not too skinny, but not too fat.  As we approach the corner I begin to wonder.  Will her rump roast be what I remember of her?  Or will it be the steaks she’ll provide.  Or will it be something more basic?  Her screams.

The Hunter
The Beginning

Nothing like having writers block.  This is the third time this month it’s happened.  Damn.  By profession, I’m a novelist.  My genre is fiction with the distinct flavor of horror.  My latest was a novel about serial killer who used bizarre and extremely painful ways to kill his victims.

This month’s project is a new series of horror stories involving cannibalism in the big city.  But I find myself at a loss where to start, except to start over.

It’s amazing the amount of information that is available on cannibalism.  Fictional information that is.  There are unlimited number of cookbooks, all based on what could be.  Or should be.  Then there’s the occasional book based on fact.  Unfortunately, most cannibals who practice their food choice do so for a very short length of time before getting caught.  Most of their exploits wouldn’t make a very good story.  Fred butchered his first victim, Sarah and was about to cook her rump when caught.  He never did get to enjoy that taste of a nicely cooked long pig.  That story’s a ten pager with no book two in the offing.

So, like my other stories, I decided I needed to live a good portion of it, stopping before the abduction, butchering, and savoring the catch of course.  First thing I need is hideout.  Someplace where I can keep my catch with no fear of being caught.  Someplace where I can butcher it and cook it at my leisure.  Someplace where I can enjoy their misery.  Their pain.  Some place that would result in more than a ten-page story.

I’m driving to what hopes to be that place.  As I pull up to the farm, I note how out of the way it is.  Only thirty minutes from downtown, it’s in the middle of nowhere.  Nearest neighbor must be several miles away.  The house itself is about a mile from the road.  So far so good.

Walking through the front door I note why it was listed as a fixer upper.  The door all but needed prying open.  The flooring needs major work with several planks showing sign of rot.  And there was a distinct old odor to the place.  Walking downstairs, I found much the same.  Walls showing water damage.  Damaged linoleum floors.  And broken windows.  Then there was this somewhat hidden door.  It took a good push, but I finally got it open.  After finding the light switch I was in for a pleasant surprise.  The room had to be at least a good 300 square feet.  Well lit.  And it had a row of stainless steel tables going through the center.  Obviously, someone in the past dabbled in drugs.  This was his lab.  And this would be my slaughter room.

Roaming the grounds, I took a quick glance at the barn and the shed located in the backyard.  Surprisingly both were in far better condition than the actual house.  They both had promise.

I called the real-estate person, letting her know that the property was a big disappointment.  The amount of money and time needed to get the place up to my standards, well, was prohibitive.  She begged me to give her a chance.  I gave her two days to come up with a reasonable price.  She did it in ten hours.  Cost of the house and land was less than the land itself was worth.  I bought it.

Step one is done.

The Hunter
The Tools

I spend my evenings making up task list.  And I spent the rest of the time adding the day’s events to the notes of the novel to be.  Things that I needed to buy for my butcher shop was my first list.

• A meat slicer
• Meat grinder
• Electric meat/bone saws
• Meat mixer
• Meat tenderizer
• Some large refrigerators and freezers
• And a rock crusher

The last was to destroy the bones.  Make them dust and then spread them over the country side.  No body, including bones makes a person a missing person.  And not one that has been killed.  And eaten.  Why not cremate the remains?  The large quantity of gas would make it obvious that you were doing more than heating your house.  And after being cremated, the bone fragments would still need to be crushed.

Biggest problem was buying the stuff on the list without being noticed.  Couldn’t afford the convenience of going to a store and filling my list.  A good way to get caught, limiting my story to less than ten pages.  Fortunately, in today’s climate stores and restaurants are always going out of business, selling their kitchenware to the highest bidder.  For cash.  It took two weeks, and traveling almost a thousand miles, but I finally got the list filled. 

The Hunter
Your meat

Well.  To another list – who are going to be my victims.  And how and where will I find them.  After doing some research, it appears that they shouldn’t be too thin.  The meat will be on the stringy side.  Maybe good for stews but not for much anything else.   At the same time, they shouldn’t be overly fat either.  Athletes, especially runners offer the best cuts of meat from the waist down.  And according to many, female meat has a better, sweeter taste than does male meat.  So.  There is something to ‘sugar and spice and everything nice.’  And of course, you need to decide whether you’re going to play with your food.  I’m thinking that a hunter would not only like the hunt itself, but the pain he can put his prey through after it is caught.  So, in my case I will be looking mainly for females to feast on.  And to play with.

And whoever I plan to butcher, I’m going to make absolutely sure it’s someone I don’t know.  One less clue pointing back to me.  Of course, I just might have a rump that I would love to roast.  My wife’s.  I’m just not sure if it’s worth the months I’ll end up spending on death row.

As far as where I plan to go to find my meal, I know I can’t just drag them off the street into my waiting car.  A good recipe for disaster.  It must be somewhere where they’re alone.  Relaxed.  Not on their guard.  It must be somewhere I’ll know they’ll be at a given time.  This part requires a lot of time and planning.  However, if you want to get caught then do it as a whim.  You see some good piece of meat walking in front of you?   Then at the spur of the moment just start dragging them, screaming their head off to your car.  That is if you make it that far.  I plan to do this for a long time.

Biggest question – how am I going to get that hunk of meat to my car?  Since I’ve decided that I really want to play with my food killing them won’t be an option.  The place I abduct them will most likely determine how I’ll subdue them and more important, move them to the car.  If I was just looking for a meal, then strangling them with a cord would work.  I would just have to remember – my meat will probably shit and piss all over as they die.  In my case drugging my cow is probably a method I need to consider.  If I were really going to do some hunting.

After looking around, I decided to make my hunting grounds several communities to the northeast.  Five to be exact.  All the victims would be centered around the fifth community, making that community my home ground.  At least that’s what I hope people will think.  In reality my newly acquired farm is in a community directly south of my house.

The towns are a decent size.  One has a community college.  Another has a campus of one of the state schools.  A nice place to find young stock.  A lot of nice asses. And tits to meet my needs.

The Hunter
Last Items

My getaway car shouldn’t be too obvious.  On the boob tube a white van is always the vehicle of choice.  And in the real world, it’s the choice you want to avoid.  In fact, vans in general should be avoided.  I’ve found that an SUV, medium sized is great choice.  One where the back seats can be folded down.  A brown, black or dark grey would be a good color.  I personally have a brown Chevy SUV.  About three years old.  With plenty of room in the back to do whatever is needed.

Last thing – don’t tell anybody what you’re doing!  Eating your neighbor is somewhat frowned upon.  Even though it’s a good source of nutrition.  And everyone knows that we are overpopulated.  Similar to deer season, I think there should be a season to hunt your neighbor.  We could have a hunt your nemesis season.  But there you’ll need to worry about karma.  And keep looking over your shoulder.

Anyways, my wife somewhat knows what the next novel is about.  She helps me with some of the research.  And helps act out some of the scenes.  Right now she’s convinced that it’s a sequel to my last BDSM thriller.  And after all, it’s not like I’m really going to do it.  Hunt and eat those beautiful college asses.  And I wouldn’t eat my wife…

The Hunter
Breaking the Block

It’s been five weeks since I bought the farm and I’ve only finished forty pages.  Sam, my wife has tried to help but I find myself missing something.  The thrill of the hunt.  Without telling her exactly what the story is about, Sam can do little to help here.  For some reason I just don’t want to tell her.  Until the end.

So, it’s time to actually hunt for my first victim.  After all, it’s not like I’m going to abduct her.  While driving towards my hunting grounds I decide to pick my first victim from the state college.  So, I take a right turn towards Charlette.  It’s about forty miles away.

Driving into town I happily note that the weather is helping me with my search.  And helping a lot!  I forgot what the hot days of late August can do to a gal’s wardrobe.  Short shorts.  Skimpy and tight tops.  Exactly the clothes needed to show off their wares.  Their meat.

Driving towards the campus I decide to go to a bar not too far from the campus center.  One with an outdoor eating area.  I settle down at a table near the sidewalk and order a burger and a drink or two.  It’s a good day for hunting.  Bronze legs.  Big tits. And many camel toes.  After forty-five minutes I’m paying the bill.  Full.  Slightly high.  And pics of four possibilities.  I decide to follow one from a distance before going to my next town, Montgomery.  She’s a brunette.  Really nice ass and tits.  Long legs.  And a nice camel toe.  She’s not fat, being about five feet six and weighing around 130 pounds.  In fact, she could use a little fattening up before being butchered.  That would just give me more time to play with her.  I smile as I imagine the pain she will end up enduring.  The torture.  The slicing.  After being in a somewhat daze for a few seconds I realize that I’m really getting too involved with the character.  I’m enjoying the hunt way too much.  Time to go home and write.  And cool off.

The hunt paid off, my writers block was broken.  I added about thirty pages to the book.  And I fucked Sam hard.  Several times.  While pulling Sam towards me I noted how firm her ass was.  Her thighs.  I found myself thinking of her rump being roasted in our oven.  Being cooked for family and friends.  A nice golden color…  Damn!  I shook my head while driving myself deeper inside her wet pussy.  Eating Sam is just wrong!

After an evening of rough sex both Sam and I collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.   That is until I found myself staring at her tits. She was kneeling in front of me.  Naked.  Legs spread wide.   With my one hand I was playing with her clit.   The other held a sharp carving knife.

With a smile on her face she was trying to convince me to do the unthinkable.  “You know you want it Jeff.  So, take it!  Cut it off and fry it.  Or roast it.  I know it’s hard to believe, but I really do understand.  Really!  I just need you to promise me one thing.  That you’ll give me a taste of my clit.”  She smiles.  “So, let’s do this.”  She took my hand and with a strong grasp guided it along with the knife down to those plump lips.  Just as the tip of the knife was penetrating her meat releasing a spray of blood I woke up.

Staring at the ceiling I felt the sweat rolling off my body.  My dick was hard and standing tall.   And there was a strange but good taste in my mouth.  After a brief pause, a wave of panic overtook me.   I quickly turn to my left to find Sam sound asleep.  Her naked body spread out on top of the sheets.   And her pussy intact.

Shit!  My mind was wanting me to act out the character of the hunter.  Damn!  I can’t do it this time.  Acting out a scene of the hunter with one of his victims.  Sam being the victim.  I can’t count the number of times we worked out the scenes in previous books.  Sam or I would be tied up with sex toys or torture devices attached to body parts.  Or Sam would be spread out on a rack.  Or hanging from the ceiling.  Or waiting to be hung on the gallows.  One time we worked out an elaborate kidnapping scene.  Admittedly she wasn’t too happy being drugged.  But it helped tremendously.

But now I need to roast my wife.   Literally roast her!  I can see it now.   “Sam, I need to eat you…”

“Jeff, don’t be silly/.  You know you don’t need to ask!   I love it when you eat me out!”  She smiles.

“Sam.  You don’t understand.   I need to really eat you.  Like as a main course for a dinner.   A rump roast.   A rack of ribs.   A steak.  I need to butcher and cook your sexy ass!”

With a strange smile she starts stripping and then plops down on the kitchen counter.  Pointing to the cutlery, she spits her first recommendation.  “Well.  I probably would gut me first if I were you.  Don’t want to spoil meat.  And if you do it just right, I’ll live to experience most of the rest.”

I violently shake my head.  “Eat Sam!  No way!”

I cuddle beside her.  A faint smile comes across her face as I wrap my arm around her waist and cup one of her breasts with my hand.

The Hunter
Next Morning

We woke up as horny, if not hornier than last night.  After fucking for three hours, Sam plopped on a robe and walked towards the kitchen to find something to eat.  I put on some boxers and walked to the office to write about eating somebody.  A college coed.  A brunette.

So.  How do I abduct her?  And do I fatten her up, or do I butcher her right away?  If I fatten her up I can play with that sexy body.  Those tits.  Ass.  Her camel toe.  Of course, there will be a little torture.  Need to hear some high-pitched screams.  Her begging for her life.  Her look of horror as I explain what I’m going to do to her.  And as everything was about to fall into place, my acquaintance, writers block finds its way back.

After spending several hours trying to put it on paper, I decided to go on a search of a fuck.  I find Sam in the den watching her favorite game show.  I drag her off the couch, pull off her robe and pin her to the wooden floor.  Smiling, I ask her, “Do you want rough or rough?”

She smiles back.  “I’ll take rough”

I find some rope and hog tie her with her legs spread wide.  After fucking her several times, she yells out the safe word.

“Damn it Sam!  You know there isn’t any safe words when we do it rough!”

“I know Jeff, but there’s something wrong.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love all the fucking.  But are you having problems writing?”

If she only knew.  Her ass.  Her exposed clit.  Those beautiful long legs could end it all.  Chase away the writer’s block.  A cut here.  A nibble there.  And things would be good.  “Yeah.  I’m having a slight case of writer’s block.  Nothing I can’t deal with.”

“Jeff, if it would help you know I would be more than happy to act out a scene.  Fuck, it would give me a chance to find out more about your new book.”  She smiles.

If she only knew.  “Don’t worry dear.  I got it under control.”

“Jeff?”

“Really Sam.  It’s going to be alright.”

I decide it’s time to do a little more recon work.  I get dressed, give Sam a bear hug.  And hop into the car.  Time to find a little more about my brunette.

When I get to town, I park at the far end of Main.  Where I saw her last.  There’s a lot of stores on that end of the street, along with a few restaurants.  So, if I do things right she’ll never know that she’s being followed.  I go to another bar, this time with large windows facing the street.  As before I order a burger and a couple beers.  It doesn’t take long before my brunette shows up.  I’m going to call her Sarah.  I first see Sarah exiting a small apartment building on the other side of the street.  Books in hand.  She does a little window shopping as she walks towards campus, about a half mile away.  Occasionally she pops into a store.  Does a quick look around.  And then pops right back out.  She’s obviously going to class.

Her dress is different today.  Skin tight jeans.  Tight top.  Orange.  And no bra.  Her top must be rubbing her nips.  They’re hard.  Very hard.  She’s found the perfect way to improve a grade.

I finish my second beer, pay the bill, and start following her about a half block back.  Damn, that ass is nice.  It would make a nice rump roast.

As I follow Sarah, I note that this part of town has a lot of small alleys.  One evening, I could wait for her near her apartment.  As she started walking past, pull her into one of those alleys and drug her.  My SUV would be parked in the middle of the alley.  There are no lights in most.  And no windows facing the alley.  It would be perfect.  Throw her in the back.  Tie her up.  And quietly drive away.  I’ll need to wear dark clothing.  And it would have to be a dark night.  No moon.  Then next moonless night occurs in two weeks.

The Hunter
More Dreams

After I get back, we have a light dinner and watch a move.  Suspense and romance rolled into one.  Then a quick fuck and Sam and I fall asleep.  It’s been one hell of a physically draining day.

I find myself once again staring at Sam’s tits.  Again, she’s on her knees.  Her legs spread wide.  But this time she’s a little upset.

“Jeff!  What does that slut have that I don’t?”

Not really knowing what she’s talking about, I shrug my shoulders.

Sam then yells at me.  “Jeff. look at me!  A nice ass.  Nice tits.  A nice clit.  Why do you want to eat her and not me?”

“What?  Eat you?”

“Yes Jeff.  Why do you want to eat that cunt and not me?”  She nods her head to the right.

There, tied down on a metal table is the brunette.  Sarah.  Her naked skin glowing from a coating of cooking oil.  A set of carving knives have been placed near her cunt.  And instead of a look of fear, she has a very seductive smile on her face.  “Don’t eat Sam!  You know you want to eat me.  Hell.  I’ll taste a lot better than the old witch!”

That sets Sam off.  “An old witch?  I’m better than that overused ass of yours!  Jeff, you better damn well eat me!  Now!”

So.  Do I eat my wife and lose my true love?  Or do I eat Sarah and have Sam pissed at me for an eternity?  Not much of a choice.  I take a carving knife in my right hand.  With my left I play with Sam’s clit.  Rubbing it.  Pulling it.  Pinching it.  Once it’s swollen, I take the knife and slice it off her body.  I pan fry it, in front of Sam.  Once it’s done, I cut off a little piece and feed to her.

“Damn I’m good.  Thank you, Jeff.”

The Hunter
No Choice

It’s been days since my last trip to my favorite college town.   I’m now spending my days using the mental notes gathered from my past visits to make some adjustments to the overall story.  The main character, what was a hunter looking for food has now become a hunter that loves to abuse his prey.  They have become more than just food.  They are toys to be tortured and abused, where playing with his victims has become an absolute must.  Being consumed as food is now the last phase of a bad experience for his prey.   Starting out as a pure hunter, he is slowly becoming a deranged serial killer.   If that isn’t a case of the kettle calling the pot black.

He doesn’t have many rules when selecting a victim.   Healthy and available being the primary two.  Healthy enough to play his games.  And available enough to easily obtain.  It’s after the games when he determines whether they’re good enough to eat.  Screening for HIV and other diseases is first done.   Not fit enough to eat?   He determines a different way for them to disappear.

On the personal front my dreams are becoming more frequent.   More vivid.  With one thing in common.   Sam is always smiling.  Tonight’s dream is no exception.   I’m slowly undressing Sam.  Nibbling on her ears.   Her neck.    Suddenly she is strapped on a stainless-steel table.  I have a knife in my hand.   With a smile on her face she urges me to gut her.

“Come on Jeff.   Use that knife.   Slit me from tits down to my clit.   If you only knew how long I’ve been looking forward to this.    Damn, it should feel so good!  Slit me and then gently remove my guts.   Before cutting them remember to staple them shut at the stomach and my ass.   Don’t want anything leaking out, now do we.”

The whole time she has a smile on her face.  Shit!

Sex with Sam has also become more frequent.  And what was two hours a day has now become a five to six-hour fuck.  While Sam will never complain about too much sex, she is beginning to wonder what’s going on.  I catch myself looking at her more as a piece of meat, not as my partner.  Or even a good fuck.   When grabbing her firm ass, I now wonder how I would cook it, and not how I’ll fuck it.  As the days pass I find myself turning into the main character in the story.  Nothing unusual except what the character does.  In the past I was slave trader, torturer, rapist – not someone who slaughters fellow humans for food.

The next new moon is just ten days away.  I decide it’s time to pick my alley, something the actual hunter would have done weeks ago.  Waiting so late I’m leaving things a bit to chance.  Not a good thing.   But then again, I wasn’t really planning to snatch her anyways.  Or was I?

As I arrive on main street I’m surprised how dark it actually is.   Hiding won’t be much a problem.   The big problem – will she walk by?  I don’t want to grab her too close to her apartment.   Too much of a chance of being spotted.  Then I found the perfect alley off main, about a block away.  The other end empties out to a quiet side street.  Mostly homes with an occasional store.  Now to figure out her schedule, and more important who she is.

The Hunter
The Library

After our morning fuck, I decide it’s time to get a little more info on my college brunette.  First, a noon walk down main street and sorority row.   Then a trip to a library about 80 miles away.   Here’s hoping they have a set of the university’s yearbooks.  And that she’s not a freshman.

It’s a nice sunny day.  And the streets are full of possibilities.   Grade A ass.  And nipples begging for attention.   But no brunette.  I knew it wouldn’t be this easy.   I stroll towards the campus doing some window shopping on the way.   In one jewelry store I found a nice necklace for Sam.  Something to ease my conscious.  Or is it payment for that final meal?  Eat Sam?   Never!

With bag in hand I start my walk down sorority row.   And who did I see walking into the Tri-Delts, but my brunette.  Wearing a hot pair of shorts.  And tight tank top.  Showing off what would be more than a week’s worth of steaks, rump, and ground round along with a nice rack of ribs.  Damn she looks good!  To both screw and eat!

I finish my walk and circle back to my car.   Being a sorority member should make my search easier.  A lot easier.  Two hours later I pull into the library parking lot.   Thirty minutes later I find myself looking through last year’s yearbook.  After a few minutes after that find her under sororities.  Cindy White.  From the far end of the state.   And now a junior.  Things are looking good.

Using one of the library’s computers I look up more information on Cindy.   Turns out she’s on the athletic side.  Loves baseball and track.   And she’s now a sorority officer.  Along with that she does a lot of volunteer work.  And to put it bluntly is damn popular.   Shit! People are going to find it hard to believe that she just plain disappeared.  Then again, I really didn’t think they would.   That’s why I’m using this library.   The one in my ‘home’ community.

Leaning back in my chair, I begin to wonder if my character could make the grab and get away with it.  First, the use of the alley way was likely not to work.   She would have to walk past.   And there can’t be anybody nearby.

Then he would need some time before people noticed her missing.  At least a day.  That would give him enough time to set up a few false trails.  That wasn’t going to be the case with Sarah.  Or Cindy.  Then again, maybe he would set up the false trails beforehand.  Like I was doing now.  Which brought us back to the snatch.  I stop for a second.   Am I really going to kidnap Sarah?

I shake my head no and start looking for another method to grab her.  I needed to get Sarah to the farm before anyone noticed her missing.  So, it would have to be at night.   Or in the morning before classes.  Then I noticed that homecoming is on two weeks.   Or a Sunday morning after a long Greek party.  People hung over.   No one up for hours.  That could work.

Now to see where my Sarah lives.   Hopefully her address is the apartment building I saw her go in to.  After a few minutes dabbling in the internet I was able to confirm that it is.  A few more minutes of scrounging around didn’t come up with another person sharing the same.  So, it appears that she has an apartment on the first floor.  And may not have a roommate.  That would be nice.

A Google maps view showed an alley running behind the apartment, a one way going away from the apartment.  A street view should windowless buildings facing the alley from both sides.   And what looks like a service door into the alley from the apartment building.  Another possible plus.  I’ll need to take a good look tomorrow.

The Hunter
Dinner

Pulling into the drive I noticed that the house was unusually dark.   Strange.  I told Sam earlier today that I was going to be late.   About thirty minutes ago I called and told her I was on the way.   This wasn’t like her.   She would normally stay up until after I got home.

I walked into a dark kitchen.  No note.   No plate in the microwave.  A quick check of the den didn’t reveal my Sam.   Nor was she sitting by the pool.  Or in the master bedroom.

“Where is my beautiful bitch!” I yell out.   No answer.

Going back to the kitchen I noticed the basement door slightly open.  What the heck.   I turned on the stair light and walked down to the foot of the stairs.  Looking down the hall I note that all the doors are closed.   Again strange.

I opened the door to our movie theatre half expecting to see her watching one of her favorite romances.  But no Sam.

Next looked in the game room now expecting to see her shooting some pool.   Still no Sam.

The door at the end of the hall was to our playroom, where we have acted out many of my previous books.  She wouldn’t be in there, would she?  But I was running out of rooms.   Opening the door, I see a dim light at the far end.   It was Sam, totally naked and partially shackled to our torture rack.  Ankles were both shackled with her legs spread wide.  Her left wrist was also shackled leaving her right arm free which was now playing with her clit.

“Damn it Jeff, I hope that’s you!”

I answer as I walk towards her…  “Yes it is, my sexy cunt.”

“Dinner was starting to get cold my horny husband.  I was just warming it up.  I’m glad you came when you did.”  She smiled.

I smile back.

“Well, just don’t stand there! “she yells.  “Are you going to eat me, or not?”

“Do I have a choice my love?”

“Depends whether if you want dessert or not.”

“I do…”

I shackle her right wrist and pull her tight. “Your Jeffie’s here, my cunt.

I looked around for any cuttery and found myself happy that there wasn’t any to find.  I’m not sure what I would do if I had a scalpel or a knife at hand.  Part of me wants to be the serial killer that eats his victims.  The other just wants to just eat out his wife and call it a night.  After three hours of rough play and eating we both collapse into a sound sleep.  That was until I was woken by my wife an hour later.

“Jeff.   Do you think we can go to the bedroom?   Being stretched this long is beginning to hurt like hell.”

I give her a quick look

“Just unless you want me to hurt like fucking hell then you’re doing a damn good job.”

We both have a laugh as I undo the shackles. I carry her up to the bedroom where we both collapse once again.

I awaken to find the morning sun streaming through the open bedroom windows.  The sound of the birds playing in the trees.   And my wife, Sam to the right of me kneeling on the bed.  Naked.  Legs spread.  A big smile on her face and a small carving knife in her hand.  This time it’s not a dream.

“Jeff, please play with me.   Stroke my thighs. Rub my clit.  Make me wet.  Damn I need to be wet!”

She begins to moan as I gently stroke her clit.

“Damn it Jeff!  Harder.  Faster.  Yes, yes, YES!  Damn that feels good!  More Jeff, MORE!“

I was giving her some tongue action when she came.  All over my face.  Looking up at her eyes I give her a smile.  “Damn it woman, you love doing that, don’t you.  You get to change the sheets this time.  By the way, what’s the knife for?”

Raising the knife, she asks “Do you mean this little thing?”

I nod my head.

“I was going to cut that small cock of yours clean off if you didn’t please me.”  she says with a laugh.  “And I still might if YOU don’t do the sheets,”

The Hunter
Final Planning

Sam and I meet pool side for lunch.   Today’s menu consisted of salads, sandwiches and a few drinks.  Martinis.  As we finished out meal I gave her the necklace I bought yesterday.  She liked, but Sam was just a little unsure why I got it.

Then asked her a favor.  I needed to practice a choke hold on her.  For the new book.

She smiled.   “It’s about time you asked for some help.   You know I love being choked by you.  In fact, I think that’s one of my favorite songs” as she started humming l Want To Be Loved By You.

“So dearest, what do you need to prove? “

“Well my love, I just need to see how long it takes for you to pass out.  Don’t want to use drugs on my new victim.”

She nods.  “So, what’s this horror story all about?  You’ve been kind of keeping it under wraps”

I smile.   “Some kidnapping, torture and slave trade.   A sequel to the last book.  I’ll probably need to inflict some pain on ya later if you’re up to it.”

“As long as it’s something new my dear.  You know how I hate repeating old stuff.” she replies.

“Well my dear, you might be able to consider it a once in a lifetime experience.”  I smile and take her hand as we walk towards the bedroom.

About two steps from the bed a quickly place one hand over her mouth while the other presses on one of her jugular veins.  In seconds she’s passed out slumped on the bed.  I quickly gag her and then bind her ankles and wrists together using two tie straps. As I start pulling a large duffle bag over her head she starts gaining consciousness.  I finish pulling the duffle bag over her feet and wrap a cord around the bag and her ankles.  With the bag now slung over my shoulder I walk to garage.  Walking over to the SUV, I open the back door and gently place the bag inside.  This will work.

A few minutes later I pull the bag off and find myself staring into her smiling eyes. “Just a second my sexy cunt.”

I first took off the gag.   “Damn that made me wet you perverted nut.”

“I am to please” smiling as I cut the straps.  “I just need to check one more thing.  Damn, you are wet” as I grab between Sam’s legs.

Admittedly there are a few problems.   Sam’s moving around when bagged was noticeable.  It would be hard to explain if I ran into somebody on the street carrying a squirming duffle bag.  Late at night never the less.

The new plan has me waiting for Sarah, aka Cindy in her apartment.   I would come from behind as she enters, choke and then bag her.   Exit would be from the service entrance around back.   I would load her into the SUV and take her to the farm.

All good if I don’t have any problems putting her in the duffle bag.   Not good if I run into someone in the hallway.  And keeping the SUV parked in the alley for a long period of time is definitely not good.  It’s time to come up with plan c.

Back in my quiet college town I head towards Sarah’s apartment building, my plan being to work my way back to campus from there.   After about two hours of walking, eating and shopping I collect some decent information.

First the quality of meat roaming the streets is definitely grade A.  Nice asses, legs, and tits.  A serial killer would have a field day here.  A cannibal would be in long pig heaven.

Sarah, or should I say Cindy works at a bar a little over two blocks from her apartment.   The streets are somewhat poorly lit, the back parking lot is even more so.

She’s a great waitress.  After a hamburger, three beers, some casual conversation along with several long looks at her tits I learned that she usually works till midnight.   She also doesn’t share an apartment.  And, she just broke up with her boyfriend.

So.  Plan c would be to abduct her after work.   Wait in the back parking lot near the employee entrance, strangle her, put her into the SUV, and quietly drive away before she regains consciousness.

So.  What have I missed?  I decide to find out.  Parked in the far corner of the parking lot it took only two hours to find out.  She exits the employee entrance with a blonde.  A really good-looking piece of ass.  They both walk down the street and enter her apartment building. A friend?   A friend that works at the same bar?  And lives in the same apartment building?  I need to find out, but not tonight.  It’s time to go home, tie Sam to the bed and have some fun with that sexy body.

The Hunter
The Farm

The morning was interesting.   I found myself tied to the bed and Sam abusing my body.  Not exactly sure what happened, but Sam does have her ways.  And I would be lying if I said it wasn’t enjoyable.  But that wife of mine does need to understand that a man can only cum so many times.

I did have the last laugh of sorts.   I left Sam strapped to the rack with one of our fucking machines doing her quite nicely.  She had a smile on her face when I left.  Her last remark, ‘Payback can be hell my dear husband.’  A warning I’ve learned not to ignore.

I’ve decided to do some prep work at the farm.   There were a few things I needed to get ready for my first visitor.   Assuming I could figure a way to get her there.

The secret room in the basement was finished last week.   It looked like a modern butcher shop with one noticeable addition.  A cage to keep my white meat.  The cage could hold at least three long pig’s, the idea being that two could watch the third being sliced and diced.  Let them understand what their future holds.  And along one wall my meat would be hung, alive using long ass hooks.

Outside the butcher shop I was building a dark addition, my dungeon.  My playroom.  It had a rack.   A wheel.   A bed of nails.   A gallows.  And a king bed.  The bed was for when they were good victims.  Looking around I felt it was missing something.  Maybe the addition of some ropes and pulleys.  I would be able to apply various forms of excruciating pain to my dinner with those at my disposal.

I also had a feeding station for those who refused to eat.  There would be cases where my cattle would need to be fattened up before the slaughter.   And even though it would be best if they ate like humans, I knew there would be times where they would refuse.  The feeding station positioned their head so that it would be bent backwards facing the ceiling.   Their limbs would be strapped to a wooden frame so they couldn’t move.  A funnel would be placed in their mouth and a form of food slowly dripped from a tube above.  If need be they could also be feed intravenously.

They would quickly find out that severe punishment is dealt somewhat freely if they continued to refuse to eat.   Stretched on the rack until their bones started to break.  Hung upside down from the ceiling with hot wax slowly dripping on their clit.  The forms of torture would be endless.  What they didn’t know is that they would suffer the same forms of pain even if they did eat.  Just before their death.

I was thinking of methods of getting Sarah here.   Maybe just walking her home from work one night would be the easiest.  And it would also make me a prime suspect, something I needed to avoid.  A cannibal could starve looking for safe ways of obtaining food.  Need to have a grocery store that specializes in fresh long pig.  Have them hanging from a meat hook.  In a walk-in refrigerator.   Alive.  Of course, that would take away the fun.

I really need to look elsewhere until I figure things out here.  Sarah’s not going anywhere.  But even if she was there’s plenty of fish in this sea.  Concord has the community college and all four have hospitals of varying size.   Maybe I should be looking for some medical meat.

The Hunter
Charlotte General

I forgot how interesting hospitals could be, that is until I walked through the front doors of Charlotte General.   While nursing now has its share of male bodies, it is still dominated by females.  Beautiful, sexy females.  It was a hospital where Sam and I first met.  She worked the emergency room.  I was the dumbass who failed to stop at a stop sign and paid the price.   A totaled car and a broken leg.  After eight months we got married.

In most hospitals you can get almost anywhere just by having a plant or bouquet of flowers in hand.   No flowers?  Then try the cafeteria.  Another good thing about hospitals is the ID.  The print is large making them easy to read.    And they are almost always required to be worn where they can be easily seen by the patient.  Both are true here.

Going through the food line I found a sandwich, some french fries, a coke and a piece of chocolate cake.  I’m going to be fat before this book is finished.  I found a small table near one of the exits.  It gave me a wonderful view of what was being offered.

Most scrubs have one thing in common, they show off a tight ass rather nicely.  But unlike the college attire they do require some imagination to determine what a gal or guy is offering. The colors today range from various shades of blue, green, yellow, orange and red.

Like the campus the selection is overwhelming, but I was able to narrow it down to six.  My favorite is a tiny nurse.  A CNA.  She’s probably about five feet at the most.  And has a wonderful smile along with a different name.  Kelsie.  While being small she has nice, long legs.  A nice ass.  And brown hair that gently flows over her shoulders, perfectly framing her face.  While needing a little fattening before the slaughter, her body offers a lot of possibilities for a person who loves to play with his food.

I can’t wait to see Kelsie hanging from my wall.   Stripped naked.   Ass hook deep inside.  Her begging for her life.  I pause after taking a bite of cake.   Damn.  I’m enjoying this way too much.  Not as a researcher.  Or a writer.  But as a hunter.

I decide to come back at shift change to see what habits I can exploit.  Until then it’s time to visit the local library and run Leslie’s name.  Fortunately. neither her first or last name is common narrowing down the hits to just two.  The other Kelsie was about two thousand miles away.

Twenty-four.  Nurse.  Married.  That could be a problem.  She’ll be missed in hours, not days.  Found her home address, about five miles from the hospital.  In a nice quiet neighborhood.  And she owns a three-year-old Honda.

Checking her out on Facebook as John Doe I found some personal info.  She loves to work out in the evening and takes runs before work.  This gal just might not be too hard to acquire.

Back at the hospital I found a seat in the lobby near the door.   Odds aren’t extremely high she’ll pass this way, but most of the parking is on this side of the hospital.  So, there is a chance.  To my surprise I didn’t have to wait long at all.  She passed right in front of me wearing what I assume is her workout clothes.  Shorts, tennies, and t-shirt.  Looking way too hot.  I casually get up and followed her at a safe distance to the employee parking lot where she hopped into her Civic and drove off.   Tomorrow I’ll need to see where she runs.   Hopefully without her hubby.  Grabbing her at the hospital is out.

The Hunter
At Home

I made my way to the dungeon as soon as I got home.  What I found wasn’t what I had expected.  Sam was still strapped to the rack.  She was still being fucked by the machine.  And she had a huge smile on her face.

‘There you are you bastard.  You left me here all day to be fucked!  Do you know how many times I came? “Sam had a devilish grin.

“Well my sexy whore, you’ve been stroked for about nine hours now, so my guess would be two.  Give or take.”  I winked back.

“Forty-one.  And a half you asshole!”  Sam slides out of the cuffs and jumps off the rack.

“Now that’s the Sam I know.  Are you trying to tell me you stayed on that rack all day?    You really don’t expect me to believe that.”

“You left the machine with plenty of lube.  And I was really enjoying it.” Sam smiled.  “Damn machine doesn’t get tired and slow down like a prick we know.  And I didn’t have anything better to do than get fucked.  So yes.  I would expect you to believe it.”

She continues.  “So.  How did you enjoy your day?  Looking for another cunt to fuck?  A blonde I assume.”

“Actually, a brunette” I reply.  You know you’re my one and only blonde, don’t you?”

“And don’t forget it you pervert!  I’m ready for dinner.“  She spreads her legs apart and grabs her breast.  “Will this do for the main course?“  She grins.

“If you only knew, babe.   If you only knew.”

The Hunter
The Run

Kelsie’s one of those individuals who posts almost everything on Facebook, including when and where she runs.   The when is before sunrise, around 5.  The where is a stretch of county road.  Somewhat desolate, but one of the favorite stretches for both joggers and runners alike.    The road’s in good shape.  There’s stretches of rolling hills to get your heart pumping.  And most important, traffic is minimal.

This might be the perfect place to grab my first piece of meat.   And this was the morning to find out.  As a precaution I replaced the SUV’s tag with a fake drive out tag.  And made sure I had enough gas.  Gags were in the console along with the tie wraps.  Need to be prepared just in case today just happens to be the day.  And a route to the farm using the most desolate roads was programmed into the navigation system.  She will be missed a lot sooner than later making it imperative that the trip be fast.

About forty-five minutes later I was on runner’s road headed towards town. To say it’s desolate is an understatement.   No sign of life for miles.   Absolutely nothing.    Just darkness with a hint of sunrise.  A few minutes later I see a runner coming my way.   Female.  Not too tall.  It’s Kelsie.  Looking around I see no-one else.  Checking one more time, I begin to wonder, is today the day?   Am I really going to do this?  A part of me says no.  A larger part says yes.

I pull to the side of the road and turn on my flashers.   Slowly, I open the driver’s door and head to the back of the SUV.  As I had hoped Kelsie appears to be cautious.  Worried.   She slows down a bit as she tries to decide whether I’m someone to be avoided.   Meanwhile I’ve circled to the front of the SUV from the passenger side.  That’s when she decides to retreat and turns around to head back home.  While pulling her cell phone out of her pocket she runs right into me.  Startled she drops the phone and tries to run away.   Grabbing her, I grasp her neck choking her.  In ten seconds she’s out cold.

Carrying Kelsie to the back of the SUV I find myself thinking “Do I really want to do this.  I could leave her on the side of the road.   She didn’t see me.  It’s not too late.”   When I started hog tying her with the tie wraps my thoughts were on how good she would taste.  How much fun I could have with her body.

After picking up her phone and taking out the battery, I start the long drive to the farm.

The Hunter
Hang Up

She’s definitely decided not to go quietly in the night.  Even with the gag in place she’s making a whole lot of noise.  About two hours later we finally get to the farm, with her still screaming.  I pull into the barn parking just inside.  Opening the back door, I find myself staring into a pair of eyes that now show both fear and anger.  Kelsie starts screaming as I take off the gag.

“Kelsie.  If screaming helps please scream as loud as you can.  But I can tell you now, no one will hear you.”

She started kicking when I started to cut off the tie wraps.  Shaking my head, I grasped her throat.   In seconds she’s out cold.  I carry her limp body over my shoulder slowly making my way down to the basement and into the butcher shop.  Going to the far side of the room I sit her down on the floor leaning her up against the wall. Replacing the tie wraps around her wrists with pair of manacles, I attach a rope to the manacles chain and slowly pull her up onto her feet with her toes barely touching the floor.  She’s conscious now, screaming as she stares at the room.  The look of anger has now disappeared leaving just fear.   With a hunters knife I slowly cut off her clothing.  She does look good naked.   After squeezing her small but sexy breast and fingering her cunt I pull her five feet higher.  I then lube and insert an ass hook into her rectum.   Once it’s in place I then lower her down onto the hook so it penetrates at least six to eight inches.

At a loss for words she just stares straight ahead with tears streaming down her face.

I smile.  “Welcome to my butcher shop, Kelsie.  You are going to be one of the first to be served.”

Tears are now streaming down her cheeks as she glances around the room.

“Let me show you around.”  Walking to the center of the room I point at the meat grinder.  “This is where I take that fine ass of yours and make some ground round.  Of course, a thigh would also make some mighty fine ground.   Hopefully I’ll be able to feed you a delicious hamburger made from your sexy ass.”

“This will slice you to nice thin pieces for club sandwiches” as I point to the meat slicer. “I would add some butter pickles, lettuce, tomato, mayo, and mustard to help bring out the taste of the meat.  Your meat.”

“This machine tenderizes the meat.   You would be alive, of course.  Against the wall across from you are the ovens, big enough to cook you whole.  The stainless-steel table is where I would do most of the slicing, dicing, and skinning.”

“And the big steel pot in the corner has multiple purposes.  One is for making soup from your remains.  Another is to dissolve your remains into a liquid gue.  All possibilities of finding any trace of you disappears.”

The look on her face slowly turns into terror with her tears gathering on the floor to make a small lake.  It’s also starting to sink in on my end.  My first thoughts?  What in hell have I done.   I’ve kidnapped a female.  Hung her nude body on the wall.  And told her that she’s going to be butchered and eaten.  Damn!

It’s way too late to change my mind.  She’s seen my face!  I could sell her on the black market as a sextoy.   A sex slave.   But if someone found her my life as I have known it would be over.  I have no options.   She must die.  And I guess her death would be a waist if I didn’t enjoy it by slowly torturing and killing her.  Damn.  I’m starting to scare myself.

Looking into her eyes, while they showed fear they also had a distinct look of hope.  Of a person who’s expecting her prince to bust through the door momentarily.   Kill the evil person, me.  And carry her back to safety.   Their home.  Time to dull that look just a bit.

“Kelsie, you need to stop that crying. You’re going to make yourself sick.  That will affect the taste of your meat.   And your hubby, Kevin won’t be happy.   He’s expecting a fine rump roast to remember you by.  He plans to serve you at a party of select family and friends.  It should well with a fine white wine.”

She stares at me with a look of absolute hate.

The Hunter
Rules

I decide to let her hang there while I get her accommodations ready.   I caged in part of the basement, right next to the entrance of the butcher shop.   The cage has four beds, a toilet, sink, refrigerator, microwave, small table with chairs, shower and a television.  Privacy is non-existent, but it does have everything a person waiting to die needs.

My plan is to fill the refrigerator with more than enough food to keep them well fed.  I will come by two to three days to refill the frig and have some fun.   A little torture.   A lot of cutting.  And occasionally, the survivors will have the privilege of eating a past roommate.

Standing at the cage door, I realize how much I’m enjoying this.  I can’t wait to have a full house.   The college girl is next.   Or is it going to be my cunt, poor Sam.  I beginning to wonder if she’ll survive the new me or just be one of my many victims.  Torturing and eating her is becoming a real turn on.

I check the frig to make sure it’s full and then make my way back to Kelsie, still hanging on the wall.  Her body, although small is extremely sexy.   Wonder what I’ll do to her first?  Something I’ll need to think about.

“Hey Kelsie.  Time to move you to your last home.”

With a smile on my face I gently raise her off the ass hook and then lower her till her toes barely touch the floor.

“I need to put your collar on first.”

It’s a metal collar.  A training collar.  And it will guarantee she doesn’t leave her new home.   I snap it around her neck and then lock it in place.

“Kelsie.  Your collar is like a dog collar.   If you go too far it gives you a shock.  Just enough to hopefully change your mind about leaving.   Let me show you.”

I push a button and a jolt of electricity travels through her body.

In obvious pain she screams.   “You bastard!   Why are you doing this to me!”

“My Kelsie.   Did you forget already?  Kevin wants to eat you.  Your rump.  I’m doing this as a favor for Kevin.”

“You sick bastard!  You really want me to think this is all Kevin’s idea, don’t you!  There is no way Kevin has anything to do with this!”  Her piercing eyes meet mine.

“If that makes you feel better, Kevin had nothing to do with it.   But you know better, don’t you.  You’ve seen that look in his eyes when he wonders how good you would taste.  He’s been wondering that for some time now.  Ever since you two met.  I’m just helping make it a reality.  Soon you will be a steak on someone’s plate.  A hamburger surrounded by fries.  Lard to grease a pan.  A snack of chicken fingers.”

She shakes her head.  “This can’t be happening!”

“I can tell you what is about to happen.  If you go too far from home, in this case the basement stairs you receive a stronger jolt…”

I push the button and she immediately goes into spasms.  And then passes out.

I lower her to the floor, undo the rope and carry her to the cage.  She’s a light weight, at least for now.  Need to fatten her up for her big day.  And that could be a problem.  Entering the cage, I place her on one of the four beds and remove her shackles.  It’s going to be awhile before she comes to.  So, I pull one of the chairs over to the bed, take a seat and wait.

About fifteen minutes later she stirs.  I’ve been playing with her nips for the last ten. Startled, she quickly sits up and raises one hand to hit me.  I in turn show her the remote for the collar.

“Shit. I was hoping this was a nightmare.”  She slowly lies back down.

“It might be one to you.  But I can’t begin to tell you how I’m going to enjoy our time together.” I give her nips one last hard pinch before standing up.

“The collar has one more setting.  Death.  If you manage not to pass out and make it halfway up the stairs, you’ll receive a fatal shock.  Don’t think we’ll demonstrate that one, now do we.”  I give her a smile.

My eyes examine her body…  “There is food in the refrigerator, I expect you to empty it out every two to three days.  We need to get some more meat on those bones of yours.  And don’t worry about getting fat, Kevin and I want you fat.”  I say with a smile.

“If you don’t eat, you will be force fed.  It’s not something I personally look forward to.  But don’t get me wrong, it’s something I’ll do if forced.”

“If you become a problem, there’s the dungeon.   My favorite tool is the rack.  I can stretch you.   Slowly tear off your limbs.   Or break your bones.  And if that isn’t an incentive, there’s pins and needles.  Human containers lined with nails.  Or my favorite hobby, skinning you alive.   Slowly skinning you alive. “

“So.  Think out through.   How much pain do you want to endure?  Can you endure?”

“And don’t forget, your prince riding that white horse is actually a horned demon hiding in the dark shadows.  Don’t expect to be saved. “

I turn around, walk out and lock the cage door and head towards the basement stairs.

The Hunter
Sam

Wondering what Kelsie will do, I hang around upstairs for a few minutes.   There’s an occasional yell for help.   She started banging on the cage door.  That was immediately followed by a scream of pain.  I forgot to tell her that the collar would go off if she touched any part of the cage.  She knows now.  In general she’s surprisingly quiet, a good thing.   I hop into the SUV and head home.   Time to abuse my Sam.

Do I tell Sam what I’m doing?  It would help if I had someone else involved.  And she does love giving pain.  In some ways more than I do.  Just not sure her thoughts about chopping someone up.  Would she get into that?  Or would she break and rat me out.  Of course, if she decided this isn’t her thing, I could make her my thing.  One of my victims.  And damn.  There is a part of me who would love to eat her.  Something I wouldn’t have even thought of doing just six weeks ago.

I barely enter the front door when Sam speaks. “So, it wasn’t a blonde.  Not sure what you see in brunettes.  As long as you still prefer this blonde.” She smiles.

“Sam.  What in the fuck are you talking about?” I didn’t have to pretend to be confused, I am confused.  There is no way she knows what I’ve been doing.   Or is there?

“Jeff, you know exactly what I mean.  That jogger that disappeared this morning in Charlette.  No one saw it happen, but I know it was you.”  She tugs on my pants.

“Why in the hell do you think it was me?”

She stares at me with a wicked smile.  “Because I read the first cut to your story, you idiot.   You really need to change the password on your laptop.”

My mind is spinning.   How could I let this happen?   First thought – I need to kill my wife.  And it will have to be today.  Now.

With a little anger in my voice I ask.  “Isn’t my laptop off limits to everyone including you my slut?  You do know what off limits is, don’t you?  You’re not one of those dumb ass blondes that has problems counting to three, now are you.  So why Sam did you decide to read the draft?  Why?”

“It’s really all your fault Jeff…”

“It’s my fault that you couldn’t keep your prying eyes out of my business…”

“It’s our business Jeff, not just yours.  Or did you forget that part.  You do the writing while I work on the research.  Remember?”

I shook my head yes.  I hate it when she’s right.

“You’ve been acting kind of strange lately.   And haven’t been very forthcoming on details about the next book.  So, I did what comes naturally, I read the draft.  So, did you drop her off at the farm?”

Now smiling I answer, “Yep, right after I grabbed her.  Sam, my dear, is there anything you don’t know?”

“Only when you were going to tell me.”  She starts pulling down my zipper.

“Sam, you know that this means we’re dealing with murder, don’t you?”

“Hun, we’ve been going this direction for years. I’m just surprised it took as long as it did.”  She pulls off my pants.  “Now to the more important things.  It’s rack time!”

For some reason the rack is Sam’s favorite.  But this time it’s my turn to be stretched.  Something I’m not exactly looking forward to considering what Sam obviously knows.

The Hunter
Following Morning 

Well.  I survived the night on the rack.  Damn, that wife of mine can be wicked.  After draining me completely she still tried to get some more.  My cock will never be the same.  Never.

It did give me some time to go over my options.  I’ve always fantasized chowing down on Sam’s delicious morsels.  But never to the point where I would actually do it.  Of course, if it was going to prison or having a sweet rump roast, she would be that rump roast.   With some Heinz 57 on the side.  So, kill, cook, and eat Sam is still way down the list. Then it hit me.  There’s a gal, Kelsie that I plan to butcher hidden down on the farm.  And as of last week, I really couldn’t see myself kidnapping, torturing, and butchering anyone.  So, where does that really leave Sam?

One thing I do need to do this morning is check on Kelsie.  It’s been about fourteen hours.  I need to make sure she’s eating. Deal out some torture and increase her sense of doom.

As I headed towards the SUV Sam yells out “Don’t forget me, your slut!  I want to have some fun, too!  Please!?”

“Remember my dear.  It might be fun now.   But it will be murder in a couple of weeks.”

She smiles.   “But who’s my dear.  Who’s? “

The Hunter
On the Farm

On the way to the farm I made a life altering decision, as if kidnapping Kelsie wasn’t one.  Sam needed to be cooked, sooner or later.  But I’ll need to taste her meat.

She’ll help out for a while on the farm.  But she’ll get bored and want to be involved with the hunts. That would take away a lot of the fun.  I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed looking over the selection of meat. She also had this tendency to always be in a hurry.  My plan is not to get caught.  Being in a hurry raises the risks.  And if for no other reason, I didn’t want to be the main course at her dinner table.  if I didn’t watch out, I would be.  I squeeze her thigh.  She pulls my hand between her legs and smiles as I start playing with her clit.

She has this surprised look as we turn onto the farm’s access road “Jeff, are you trying to tell me the farm is down this road?  It looks like it hasn’t been used, like, forever.”

“Needed an out of the way place to keep the cattle.  And this definitely fits the bill.  Several miles from the main road.  Even further to the nearest neighbor.  No one to hear their screams.  To see them during their occasional time outside.  To smell their meat cooking.”

“I must admit dear.”  She grabs my groin hard. “This place is perfect.  Didn’t think you could do it all by your lonesome self.  Now don’t get any ideas that you don’t need me anymore, okay?”

I smile.  “Don’t worry my cunt.  I won’t.”

Sam takes a quick look around as we walk down the stairs to the basement. “Damn hubby!   This looks impressive!  You did this all by yourself?”

“Just these little two hands.  I had images of you being strapped to the toys to keep me going.” I glance at Sam giving her a little grin.

Sam smiles back.  “So, do I get a chance to try them out? “

“Sure dear.  Do you want to try out any of the kitchen utensils?”

Sam smiles. “What is it about the kitchen that makes you so hot?  I thought you loved me raw.  Wet. And breathing.”

Smiling back “I do my cunt, I do” Then whispering in her ear “I just wonder what you would look like with a nice golden brown glaze.”

Sam breaks into a laugh “Dear, did you forget that I’m the chef of the house? If anyone’s going to be golden brown, it will be you!”

She stops halfway down the flight of stairs and slowly looks around.  “Four x-crosses, two racks, six ass hooks hanging on the wall. Is that a pendulum hanging above that one rack?”

I smile. “You don’t miss anything, do you. That one has a razor-sharp edge. It can swing to slice you at the waist, or from your cunt to the tip of your head.”

“I see you have a bed of nails. It’s that an iron maiden?”  Sam points to the far corner.

“Yep. Without some of the spikes.  They’re added after the meat’s placed inside. Through the holes in the front. This forces them to back into the spikes in the back.”

“I must admit, hubby, you’ve done good. Almost as good as our dungeon. I need to take a tour after we talk to our guest.”

I point to the cage. “She’s been sitting there just staring at us.  Let’s see if she’s been a good girl.”

I walk to the cage and unlock the gate.

Sam asks “Is that one of your collars around her neck?”

I nod yes.

“Can I have some fun?”

“Sure!  Go for it!” as I walk to the refrigerator.

Sam walks up to Kelsie, bends over and grabs her by the ankles. Dragging her off the chair, she heads towards the gate.

Kelsie starts kicking as she screams “Please don’t! Please!  You don’t know what will happen!  Please stop!”

Sam gives her a wicked smile. “You fuckin cunt. I know exactly what’s going to happen to you. You’re going to scream in pain!”

Opening the refrigerator door it’s easy to see that she hasn’t been eating. “Sam.  She’s been bad. You can drag her up the stairs if you want.”

With a wicked smile Sam pulls Kelsie closer to the gate. In a frantic attempt Kelsie grabs hold of one of the chairs and tries to fling it at my wife.  She misses.

Sam exits the gate with Kelsie in tow. And that’s when the collar goes off.  Both of their bodies go into spasm as the current surges through both. Sam gives me a look of surprise as she drops to the floor. Both are unconscious.

About fifteen minutes later both start to come to. Kelsie first. Kelsie’s partially strapped to a standard cross. Sam is strapped down to a nearby rack. The one with the pendulum.

“It’s about time you two joined the party. I’m just about to finish up here.”

I have Kelsie strapped to a cross at her ankles, thighs, waist and forehead. I was in the process of screwing down some nipple clamps when she came to.

“Kelsie, my cunt. You didn’t eat anything since yesterday. How do you expect to gain any weight?” I question. “No need to answer. It really doesn’t matter. It’s time to deal out a little punishment. This chain will be attached to this nipple clamp, draped over a pulley over your head and attached to the wrist cuff, something like this.”

I attached the chain to the one clamp, toss it over the pulley and attach it to the cuff with her arm raised.  I check one last time to make sure the nip clamps are tight. A steady drip of blood is always a good sign.

“Now, if you lower your arm it pulls your nipple up.” I pull her arm down a little to demonstrate.

“If your arm gets too tired you’ll tear that nipple right off.  Admittedly after a lot of pain. And a lot of blood.  Let me finish up with the other one.”

I finish with the second chain and give each breast a squeeze along with her cunt. She stares at me in disbelief.

“Sam, my beautiful Sam.  I forgot to tell you about the adjustments I made to the collar.  Sorry about that.  It now determines total body mass.  If we had all day and a blackboard I would be more than happy to explain it.  00But to tell you the truth, I just don’t have the time.”

I press a couple of buttons which brings the rack and pendulum to life.  “The rack will pull your legs further and further apart as time passes. And the pendulum is going to cut you in half, cunt to the tip of that beautiful blond head of yours. It will leave me with two identical halves. And as they always say, two is better than one.  Nice thing, both will be ready to be processed and cooked. So, any last words my cunt?”

She smiles “Whatever you do, please don’t ruin my meat by using too much salt. That’s a bad habit you’ve picked up the past year.”

“Don’t worry dear. Just a pinch of salt and a tad bit of pepper.”

Trying to keep her arms up Kelsie finally speaks.  “You bastard! How could you do that to your wife?”

Sam quickly answers. “I’m getting old. My meat will be tough in a few years. And he wants to eat me in my prime. To be honest, I was planning to do the same to him. He just beat me to it.”

After giving my wife’s cunt a hard squeeze and Kelsie a grin, I slowly walk up the stairs, plop down on a sofa, drag out my laptop and start writing.

The Hunter
Two Cunts 

Below the two cunts start talking. Kelsie is still in shock. “You don’t have any problems that your husband is about to split you in half?”

“Shit! I have a lot of problems with that!  HE was supposed to be on this rack, not me!  I had this all planned out. I would put him on the rack and all but tear his limbs off. For a snack I was going to cut off that fucking cock of his and deep fry it.”  Sam smiles.  “Then I was going to eat it in front of him. On a hot dog bun smothered with relish, mustard, and ketchup.”

Kelsie makes a face.  “Really?”

“Bitch. You haven’t lived until you eat cock.” Sam smacks her lips.

“Then I was going to yank off a leg, cut off some thigh and grind it into a fine ground. Make two patties and pan fry. Slap them on hamburger buns. Load them with condiments and then have lunch. Of course, I would feed him one of the burgers.”

“Shit! You’re worse than he is!” Kelsie stares in disbelief. “You deserve to be sliced in two!” Then she smiles. “At least I’m not the one dying today.”

Kelsie, not thinking, lowers her right arm. Just for a split second. Then quickly yanks it above her head as she screams in intense pain. “FUCK!”

A smile comes over my face as I watch and listen to her scream. Damn! This is really turning me on!  My cock is growing longer and harder. Should have done this sooner! I’m sure glad I decided to install those cameras.

Sam smirks as she looks across at Kelsie’s right nip. There is a small stream of blood falling to the floor where a puddle is quickly forming. The teeth of the clamp had dug in deep.  It didn’t tear it off but did do some damage. “I just hope you tear them both off before I spilt!” Sam starts laughing.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you!” Kelsie yells back. “We’ll see who gets the last laugh. No, that‘s right, you won’t. You’ll be in the kitchen being cooked for your hubby’s dinner!”

“Don’t be so sure!  I can get out of these wrist cuffs anytime I want. Hubby has been trying for years to figure out how I do it.  Poor bastard doesn’t have any idea.”  Sam says with a smile.

I shake my head.  Surprise my dear cunt. You won’t be getting out of those cuffs anytime soon.  I figured out your damn secret!

Kelsie’s trying her hardest to keep those arms of hers up.  She found out quick that resting her hands on her head didn’t work as well as she had hoped.  It pulled the chains just enough to be more than a discomfort. But it was her only option, other than holding her arms straight out.  So, she would bear with the pain for a little, then stick her arms out for pain relief.

Meanwhile, the pendulum is just inches from Sam’s stomach. Yep, she has finally decided it’s time to get out of those cuffs.  To her surprise, she can’t.  I’m really enjoying watching this.  The bitch is starting to become a little terrified.  Something I haven’t seen much of in the past. Maybe she is going to be dinner like Kelsie mentioned. Damn. I look down at a rock-hard cock as I pinch my hard nips. I don’t think I could have done it several weeks ago. But cooking Sam has become a real turn-on. Wonder how I could explain her disappearance.

Kelsie lets go of a blood curdling scream as she lets both arms drop a little.  Poor nips. Both are now streaming blood, with most pooling on the floor. Not to worry. They’ll have time to heal before being sliced off.

The pendulum is now less than an inch before making its first slice. And what a slice it will be.  Think I’ll walk down to the basement so I can be there for that momentous occasion.  The first slice of my beloved cunt, Sam.

As soon as I get there, I find both cunts yelling practically the same thing – how could I be doing this to them.

“I’m not doing this to you” I respond.  “I’m doing this to your bodies.  As persons, I think you’re both wonderful people. As meat, you need to be butchered, but only after I have my fun.”

Kelsie starts crying. Sam goes into shock. She can’t believe that I would do this to her.

The pendulum drops to about a quarter inch above her chest.  She probably can feel the breeze it creates as it swings by.

“Jeff. I don’t know what I did.  But I know I can fix it.  Don’t we have good times together?  Don’t you love the sex?” Sam pleads.

The pendulum just skims the top of her chest.  The next swing should do it. Sam is now screaming as a small cut appears as the pendulum swoops by.  About an inch long.  Almost like a papercut.  Then suddenly the pendulum stops and rises to the ceiling.

Sam lets go a sigh of relief. “Jeff, I’ll do whatever you want!  Just tell me.”

“Sam, just stay off of my computers.  I find out you’ve been sneaking around again, that pendulum won’t’ stop until it hits the rack. Understand?”

With a guilty look she responds. “I understand. Sorry.”  After a pause she continues “I was afraid that I was being replaced by the bitch across from me. Or, maybe your secret college friend.”

A smile comes over my face. “I have been thinking about it, hope you understand. Fresh blood. New ideas. Different sex. If you have a problem with it, we can end it all here and now.”  I reach for the button.

“No, please don’t!’ Sam pleads. “I promise to do better.  I’ll do whatever you want me to do.  Just give me another chance, Jeff.”

“Sam, what if I wanted to watch you die right now, would you accept that?”  I glance at Kelsie.  She has this look of horror on her face. But she also has a slight smile. Her dark side is showing.

I smile at Sam as I start undoing her cuffs.  “You get to live another day.  Now, let’s start force feeding that bitch across from you”

“My pleasure!”  Sam gives Kelsie a wicked smile.

The Hunter
Tits or Ass

I look at Sam as she stretches her legs. A beautiful body. One that many have lusted for. And one who I might have just made my worst enemy. I will have to watch her carefully from now on. As she will watch me.

“Sam, we need to move that bitch to one of the x-crosses. Time to do some force feeding.”

I move over to Kelsie’s left side, Sam to her right. First we undo the nip clamps and then the cuffs. We then carefully move her around the pool of blood at her feet and towards the nearest x-cross. Man, does she have a lot of fight in her. I yell at Sam to let go and then hit the button. After an ear-piercing scream Kelsie drops to the floor. Shocked once again by her collar.

Standing her up we first strap her wrist to the cross.  Then spreading her legs wide we strap her ankles down. Now to strap the ring gag on nice and tight. Hang the two-gallon bottle of liquid nutrients above her head. Take the tube from the bottle and place it in her mouth. And now wait until she regains consciousness.

Sam was leaning against the x-cross. Still naked and appearing to be enjoying it.  Damn she’s beautiful.  Most men would rate Kelsie a ten, making my Sam a solid twelve. Noticing that I’m staring at her she starts playing with her clit with one hand, one of her nipples with the other.  After a few seconds she stops and laughs.

While pointing at her tits she asks “Jeff, do you want these? Or do you want sexy contestant number two now showing how to spread ‘em wide? “

With a more serious look she continues “What was that thing about the pendulum all about? For a minute there I thought you were really going to split me!”

“Just making up for last night on the rack, my bitch. You need to remember my limits! I was dying there!” I smile. “Sorry about the small cut.”

“Your stamina is definitely going downhill, my cock. You need to work on that!”

Well. It’s now obvious that there might be some issues in the bedroom. Or the kitchen. Or the dungeon.  She is more demanding than me sexually. But I thought I made her happy….  Oh well. Time to play.

Kelsie tried to struggle after gaining consciousness. But we had her strapped down good. Walking up to her I squeezed some ointment out of a tube and gently spread it over her nips. “This will help them heal.”

Looking up at the bottle above her head I shake my head “I hope you like the gunk in the bottle. We’re going to feed you five bottles, or ten gallons worth.”

She tries to talk but the gag only allows forms of gibberish.

Squeezing her clit, I smile. “Peeing is allowed, but I wouldn’t shit if I were you. Cleanup will be unforgettable. After you finish your gunk we’ll introduce you to a night of unforgettable pain. Hopefully this will help remind you to eat in the future. I expect that refrig to be empty every morning. After all, you need to gain some weight before we butcher you.”

The Hunter
Tit or Tat

As we walk away from Kelsie, I give my cunts ass a nice squeeze. “Well Sam, we have about five hours to kill. How would you like to pass the time?”

“Well dear, you could take this damn collar off to start!” as she points to the collar around her neck, finishing with a very wicked smile.

Smiling back “Heads, I take it off and you can put it on me. Tails. It stays where it is. Agreed?”

“Agreed. If I get to see the coin first.” Sam replies.

I hand her a half dollar.  “You can flip it”

After taking a quick look, she smiles. “Not using your trick coin today, babe?”’

I smile and shrug my shoulders. “Don’t need it babe.”

She lets the coin sail in a high arch, almost hitting the ceiling above. It hits the wood floor with a distinct clang and rolls towards my feet. Just as it looks like she was about to get her wish, heads, it hits a crack in the floor and falls tails up.

“Damn!” she yells. “So!  You did use your trick coin, you asshole!”

“No my slut, I didn’t. Just certain things aren’t meant to be.”  I continue, smiling at her wickedly. “Don’t worry dear. It doesn’t hurt much.” I press a button on the remote, she receives a mild shock.

“Damn you Jeff!”

She’s using my first name. She must really be pissed!

“And I definitely wouldn’t do this.” I press down another button giving her a debilitating shock. She briefly screams and then slumps to the floor.

Picking her naked body off the floor, I carry it towards the horse. It’s like a carpenters sawhorse except the top board is not flat, it has a triangular shape. The leading edge on top is capped in metal and is sharp enough to slowly cut through a body. Especially if you add weights to the feet.

I gently put her down, sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Facing the horse, I cuff her wrists behind her back. And then pull up a chair to begin my wait.

Sam starts stirring about fifteen minutes later.  It starts out with that look of ‘where am I?’ to a loud scream… “Damn you Jeff!”  She stares at me and then at the horse across from her.

“So. After all the years together it’s down to this. You’re going to split me in two. The hard way. I’m just a piece of meat to you!”

Smiling back, I answer.  “Yes, a prime piece my dear Sam.  I heard your remarks about the cock hot dog and the ass hamburger. Just wanted to make sure that talk was just for Kelsie.  And not what you really have planned for me. A man just can’t be too careful, now can I my fuckin’ cunt.  The last thing I’m going to allow anyone to do is put me on someone’s dining room table.  Even you.  Don’t get me wrong, I would hate to lose you.  But I think I can find another slutty blonde who loves the dark side. So just don’t force me.”

Sam smiles at me.  “Damn it Jeff!  Sometimes you’re the biggest asshole I know.  You know I love you.  And your cock?  It would be hard for me to play with it.  Pull on it hard if it was in a hotdog bun.  But you’re right.  I wouldn’t mind preparing you for a big feast.  And I’m sure you would love preparing my meat for one of your own.  That’s why we have Kelsie.  Right?”

“Right you are my slut.”  I help her up and uncuff her wrists.

“Dear, aren’t you forgetting something?” Sam asks as we walk towards Kelsie.

I look back and give her a wicked grin.  “You mean the collar.  Nah, I thought we would have some fun later.”

Walking towards Kelsie, I find myself thinking about when and how I’m going to cook my beloved Sam.  As I’m sure she’s thinking about me.  Need to find that blonde.

The Hunter
Ultimatum Number One

“Kelsie my cow.  Some good news my dear.  You have finished bottle one.  Only four more to go.”  Sam stares at Kelsie’s eyes as I talk to her.

“Now for the bad.”  I give her nips a strong tug.

“We’re going to stuff a pointed stake in your cunt.  And after every bottle of gunk you finish, we’ll raise that stake about eight turns, or two inches pushing the tip deeper.  Now.  It may or may not push its way into your lower abdomen.  If it does, it’s going to hurt like hell.  I’ll make sure it does.”  Sam pinches Kelsie’s clit.

“And to add a little more pain, we’re going to stick an IV needle into each tit.  They will be delivering some of nature’s wonder drugs in hopes that we can get you to start lactating.  And also to enlarge those boobs a bit.”

Sam starts sticking the stake into Kelsie’s cunt as I continue to talk.  “And don’t worry my dear.  We have plans for you tonight.  An exquisite evening of pain along with some pleasure.”

Sam and I stick her breasts about the same time.  After taping the needles down we run the tubing to the IV bags, and hang them to cross above her wrists.

“Oh, by the way.  This drip will make those tits of yours hurt like hell.  On the positive side, it will make you nips rock hard.”  I smile as I start the drip.  Sam gives a short evil laugh.

“I see you peed.  No problem.  I’ll wash it down later.  Just remember, no shitting.  I would hate to have you eat it later. I hear it tastes horrible. And it will make you severely ill for several days making you lose at least several pounds.  Something we just can’t have, now can we my cunt.  You’re dear husband Kevin along with your family are eagerly waiting for that package with your meat to arrive. Can’t keep them waiting too long, can we.”

Walking towards the kitchen we suddenly hear the sounds of Kelsie’s muffled screaming.  Squeezing Sam’s ass “I guess that solution has hit those tits.  That should keep her awake.  Now to you.  Let’s get you milked!”

Sam smiles.  We walk into the kitchen and walk towards the milking station.  It consists of a metal, adjustable carpenters horse.  I have Sam spread her legs and bend over the horse, and then raise it up just enough to offer some support.  At her waist.  After chaining her ankles and wrists to the floor, I take the milking cups and cover her tits.  A couple of seconds later the machine is pulling hard on her nipples.  Her breasts.

After playing with Sam’s clit for several minutes, I stuff my meat deep inside her.

“Damn it Jeff!  Don’t you ever first ask?”

“That would take away the fun of it, now wouldn’t it.  You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this?”

Sam purrs. “You know I am you pervert!  But I was hoping to be abused just a bit more.  No blood?  No bruises?  This is going to be a boring day.”

“And who said I’m done my dear?”  After depositing my load deep inside her, I pull out and slap her ass.  And then her clit.

“Hmmm.  That’s what I was looking for.  For starters…”

“Sam.  Are you ready for some real pain?”  I drop a cherry red branding iron down to her eye level.  “How do you think this would feel on your ass?  It’s a Circle J.  J for Jeff.”

For a second there was a look of terror on her face, but she quickly recovered.  “Damn it Jeff.  Stop kidding around.  We both know you won’t brand me.”

Looking down at Sam I ask.  “Are you so sure I won’t”

“Damn it Jeff.  I even dare you to do it!  Double dare you!  You don’t have the guts.  Plus, you like my ass nice and round and smooth.  Not scarred up with a ridiculous Circle J!”

“Yeah.  You’re right about the ass.  But it would look great on the bottom of your tit.”

“Damn it Jeff!  Stop playing around!  If this is all you have planned, I would appreciate it if you would just let me go so I can play around with the slut.  Show her what pain really feels like!”

I hold the iron just inches from her rump.  Ten seconds.  I begin wondering what would happen if I placed it on that cheek for just a second.  What would happen?  She would become victim two.  I would have to torture, butcher, cook and eat her.  It would be me or her.  And maybe that’s what I’m looking for.  An excuse to cook my Sam.

“Damn it Jeff!  You’re a bigger asshole than I thought you were!  Now, let me go or do me.  Torture, butcher and eat me!”

Fuck, it’s tempting.  But I decide to deal out some other pain instead.  I set the branding iron back on the stove and then take off the milking cups.

“As I thought.  Another in many a boring week day.  At least I can have fun with Kelsie’s body.”  Sam sounds disgusted.

I slap Sam’s ass hard.  “Did I say I was finished with you?”  I have four large alligator clips.  Strong grip.  Large sharp teeth in my hand.  Each is connected to an electrosex machine.  Two of the clips I place on her clit.

“Damn that hurts!” Sam yells.

I thought that’s what you wanted dear.  Pain.  Lots of pain.”  I sneer back.

I snap the remaining two on her nips.  In a few seconds blood slowly drips from both her clit and nips.

“Well my dear.  We have the pain.  And we have the blood.  Let’s see if we can add to both.”

I turn up the current.  Sam starts pulling on her restraints.  I raise the current more.

“Let’s see if you can survive this for fifteen minutes.  Believe me, you won’t my fucking cunt.”

Every time Sam made any noise, I turned up the voltage.  If she cried or screamed, I turned it up even that much more.  When fifteen minutes finally arrived the voltage was close to lethal levels.  But she never did give in.  That’s my Sam.

I turn off the current.  Sam’s body immediately slumps over the horse. Motionless. But with a strange smile on her face. She always has liked going to the extreme.

The Hunter
Bottle Five

Kelsie is finishing her fifth bottle of gunk. Took a little longer than I had hoped. But she has been a good little slut with one exception – the turds on the floor.  And the poll going up her cunt didn’t hit it’s target.  There is always the next time. But now I have to make a decision.  Do I force her to eat her shit as promised?

This would mean a couple of days of a very sick cunt.  And a weight loss instead of the needed gain. Or do I give her an option? Would that make me look weak?

Suddenly someone grabs my balls from behind.  Sam looks over my shoulder with a big smile on her face. “So Jeff. What are we going to do about the shit on the floor?  Make her eat it?”

“You’re damn happy.  Figured you would be at least slightly pissed.  I almost fried your fuckin’ ass.”

“Ah, but you didn’t.” Sam pauses. “That was one awesome feeling.  Fucking awesome! You need to try it sometime Jeff.” She squeezes my balls again.

I give her a slight grin. “Do you think Kelsie would enjoy it?”

“Does it really matter what she likes?”

Silly me.  If it did she would be at home right now.  “Nope.  It doesn’t.”

I then notice the soldering iron in Sam’s hand. “What are you up to babe?”

“Couldn’t find a permanent marker anywhere but I did find this in the drawer.  Think it will do.”

“For what Sam?”

“I’m going to outline the cuts of meat on that bitch’s body.  And this should do the trick.  Don’t you think?”

One thing about Sam, she knows how to deal out the pain.

“Sam.  How would you like it if I did that to you?”

“Do what, my dear?” Sam responds with a devilish smile.

“Outline the cuts on meat on your body with a soldering iron, my cunt.  Wasn’t it you who was extremely opposed to having your ass branded a few hours back?”  I squeeze her ass.

Her answer surprised me.

“It was.  And why in fuck didn’t you do it?  Were you chicken?  That would have been damn awesome.  Even more than being juiced!”

“The iron is still on the stove.  Just let me know when.”  I turn and smile at her.

“First things first.  I need to play with your piece of meat, if that’s okay with you my Jeff.”

“Sure.  Go ahead and burn the bitch.  Just not her cunt.  I want to enjoy fucking her the next several weeks.”

Sam laughs.  “Maybe we can have a threesome later on.

What Sam doesn’t know is that I had other plans for her.

I run to get Sam an extension cord as she explains to Kelsie how we changed the punishment for shitting on the floor.  Kelsie’s eyes grew wider and wider as Sam explained in detail what she was going to do.

“…I am going to slowly outline each cut of meat on your body with this soldering iron.  And then I’m going to label them.  It will help us later when it comes to butcher you.  And it should help you remember what your future is going to be as you stare into the mirror.”  Sam stops for a second and then laughs.  “You’re just one fucking piece of meat.  Brings a whole new meaning to that old saying, being treated as a piece of meat, doesn’t it.”

Kelsie starts sobbing.  “Please don’t.  Please….   If you let me go I won’t tell anybody, I promise!”

Sam smiles.  “No.  You sure won’t, you bitch.  Not when parts of you will be in your hubby’s stomach.  I wonder if he would enjoy a pic of my work once I’m done with you?”

Kelsie screams out.  “You can’t make me believe that Kevin wants this done to me!  He loves me…”

Returning with extension in hand I add.  “Yep.  Your Kevin loves you and will love you even more as enjoys chewing on your cooked meat.  I think he plans on ordering a couple of bottles of expensive red to serve with you.”

“NO!  You can’t make me believe that!” Kelsie screams.

“Sorry babe.  But it’s all true.”  I hand Sam the extension cord.

“If it helps, he’s going to be butchered sometime after he feasts on you.  He just doesn’t know it yet.”  I give her a smile.  “He knows who we are which is a bad thing for him.”

Kelsie’s sobs quickly turn into shrieks of pain as Sam starts outlining the breast cut.

I lean over a whisper in Sam’s ear.  “Don’t touch the clit or the nips.  At least, not yet.”

Sam nodes with a little smirk on her face.  “Don’t worry hubby.  She’ll still be able to function as your sextoy.”

About an hour later Kelsie’s body was lined. Descriptive words burned in each cut like shank, rump, and rack.  As a finishing touch, I brought the branding iron from the kitchen and placed a nice circle J on her right cheek.

Staring at Kelsie Sam smiled.  “She looks good enough to eat!  So, are we done here?”

“Not yet my love.”  As I give Sam a bear hug I quickly brand her right cheek.

“Now we are, my cunt”

The Hunter
Aftermath

Sam pushes away giving me a startled, and somewhat angry look. “What the fuck gives you the fuckin’ right to brand me?  You fuckin’ bastard!”

“You did!  Didn’t you say that you wanted to be branded after playing with Kelsie?  Weren’t you pissed that you weren’t branded earlier?”

Sam pauses for a second.  “I really didn’t think you would do it…”

“You double dared me!  Called me a fucking chicken!  And you didn’t think I would do it?  You left me no choice! Did you! “

Kelsie laughs.  “Looks like I’m not the only one going to be fried…”

As Sam pokes her with the hot soldering iron she yells at Kelsie – “Shut the fucking up you cunt!”

Then a smile slowly appears on Sam’s face.  “Maybe we need to fry you today.  How about it bitch?”

A sober look quickly comes across Kelsie’s face as she tries to avoid Sam’s stare.

I grab Sam’s right cheek.  “Doesn’t hurt that much, now does it.”

With a puzzled look Sam answers “No.  It doesn’t.”

“That’s because the iron was only hot enough to give you a slight burn.  It should be gone in the next week or so.  Not like Kelsie’s.  She’s been branded for life.”

Sam laughs.  “Which doesn’t appear to be too long.”  She jabs Kelsie one more time with the iron.

Smiling at Sam I add – “Must admit, I have wondered what eating a slice of your thigh would be like.”

“And me your cock” Sam replied.  “Me your cock.”

We both laugh as we untie Kelsie.

Half carrying Kelsie to the kitchen, we finally reach the milking station.  After draping her over the horizontal bar, I secure her wrist and her ankles.

Looking at Sam, I motion towards the other station.  “Your turn my dear.”

“What?” Sam looks surprised. “What’s this my turn crap?”

“You said you loved it.  Something I should try.   So.  I thought you would like to do it again.”  Still smiling, I again motion to the station.  “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”  I show her the remote for her collar.

She slowly moves towards the station.  “Fuck you Jeff!  I can’t wait until it’s your turn, you bastard!”

“My turn Sam?  What in the hell do you mean?”

After securing Sam’s ankles and wrist I clip on the electrodes to their nips and clit.  As blood slowly dripped from their bodies I apologize for the sharp teeth on the clips while displaying an evil grin.  Then I add four additional electrodes.  I strap two to their mid thighs.  One is stuffed into their cunts and the last if forced into their ass.  Standing between them I tell them the rules of the game.

“I’m going to hand both of you a remote.  It controls the amount of voltage the other will get.  Sam, I hope for your sake Kelsie is a forgiving person!”  I hear a low chuckle coming from Kelsie as she stares at Sam.  “The red button increases the voltage, the green decreases it.  If you both decide not to press the red button, I’ll raise the voltage for both of you.”

“Damn it Jeff!  You’re a bigger asshole than I ever thought possible!  I’m going to enjoy eating your cock…”  That’s when Kelsie started hitting the red button.

After a few minutes both of them were straining against their restraints.  Backs arched.  Their bodies glistened from the sweat.  Sam was cursing me while Kelsie had a smile on her face as she continued to hit the red button.

Neither of the cunts hit the green button. That is until Kelsie accidentally hit it about fifteen minutes into the game.  That’s when she found out that I lied.  The green button reduced the current she received and not Sam.  A few minutes later Sam also discovered my lie.  Now it was who could push both buttons faster than the other.

Inevitably, they both grew tired of pushing buttons about ninety minutes into the game.  It was now my turn.  I disabled their remotes and then slowly raised the current going to both of them.  Bumped it up to just below their fatal limits.

Watching their bodies arch, wreathed in pain while sweat and blood slowly drips to the floor.  That’s when I found myself wondering what my next step would be.  Normally, Sam and I would laugh at the evenings events knowing that it would be the other person’s turn to feel the pain.  However, things have changed.  A third person is now involved in our games.  One that would be butchered alive and then cooked.  Not the normal night at the dungeon.

The biggest thing we’re losing is the trust in each other.  I look at Sam and wonder if she would actually make a sandwich using my dick.  And I’m sure she’s wondering the same about me.  Am I really thinking of carving steaks from her legs?

Is it time for us to permanently terminate our marriage in an unconventional way?  Sandwich or steak?  My preference of course is steak.

Now however, is time for my cock to have some fun.  I take the electrode from Sam’s cunt and replace it with my hard meat.  I feel her muscles contracting as I slowly push deep inside.  Just after a few minutes of pumping I fill Sam with my cum.

While letting my member enjoy the experience I hear Sam whisper. “Dammit Jeff.  Can’t you ask a least once before pushing your way in?”

That’s my Sam.

I pull out my cock and push the electrode back in.  Time to see if she lasts the next thirty minutes.

After resting a few minutes, I do the same with Kelsie.  However, pushing in and pulling out was a little more difficult than with Sam. Her cunt just didn’t want to let go once I made my way in.

Thirty minutes later I kill the power.  Their bodies slump over the bar.  Sam once again has that strange smile on her face.  Kelsie – a look of relief.

The Hunter
Recovery.

Sam is giving me that evil look as I undo her restraints.  “Well babe. What are you going to do to me next?  Shove a metal poll up my cunt?  Boil me alive?  Rip my arms and legs off?  Throw me in the oven? Or just slice off a tit?“

“Hmmm.  You do have some good ideas there. But how about this one.  What if we just go home?”

Sam smiles.  “Damn.  That sounds so good.” She stares down at her naked body.   “Would be nice to have some clothes, though.   I know you love me naked, but it’s going to be a bit chilly out there.”

“No problem my slut.  They’re on the butcher table across the room.” I point it out.

When she gets to the table she picks up the chains and cuffs she finds on top of the pile of clothes.   “And these are for?”

I shrug my shoulders.  “To keep you still just in case you needed help getting dressed?  To help convince you to participate in some of my new knife tricks?”  I pause.  “To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure why I put them there.  But I’m sure we could think of something if you decide to put them on.”

Sam shakes her head.  “Home Jeff.   I want to go home.”

“Home it is.  What should we do with our piece of meat?” I motion towards Kelsie.

“Put her in her cage.  She’s had a rough day, poor thing.  And she needs some time to admire my artwork.”  Sam has an evil grin.

“Yeah babe.   You definitely left your mark.”

We uncuff Kelsie and drag her by her feet to the cage.  Damn head of hers hit a couple of table legs and the kitchen door.   That’s going to hurt.  We end up leaving her on the floor beside her bed.  She’s staring at the ceiling,  tears running down the sides of her face.  In a very quiet voice she whispers over and over again.  “Kevin, why?  What did I do?”

Locking the door I remind her to eat.  “Don’t eat, things will get worse.  I promise!”

Sam grabs my hand and pulls me to the stairs.  “Hun.  Can you take this fuckin’ collar off?  Please?”

My answer.  I push a button on the remote giving her a slight shock.  She responds by digging her nails into the back of my hand.

That’s my Sam.

Before we reach the SUV we hear very faint screams coming from the house. “I keep on telling her that no one can hear.  She can scream as loud and as long as she wants.”  I glance at Sam and shrug my shoulders.

Sam stops and turns facing the house.  “I think she’s looked into the mirror.” After a short, evil laugh Sam adds “She finally understands her life is going to be short.  And painful.”

The Hunter
Trust

Once we got home Sam made a beeline to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes as she went.  Picking then up as I go. I arrive in the bedroom to find Sam lying on her stomach, sound asleep.  No more sex tonight.

It’s not even seven, too early to call it a night.  But just right to make a quick trip to my favorite college town. And visit my favorite coed.

About an hour later I walk into the bar.  Suddenly I feel my balls being grabbed from behind as Cindy whispers in my ear “Damn you Jeff.  Where the fuck have you been?”

I smile.  “Working on the farm.”

“Yeah. Right.  So.  Have you cooked that fuckin’ wife of yours?  Or have you been too busy with that slutty nurse?”

Damn Cinderella.  She already knows too much, and I’ve only known her a little more than a month.  My current wish?  A battle between Cindy and Sam.  It would be epic.  Unfortunately for Sam, she would lose.  Cindy is the closest thing to pure evil I’ve ever seen.  With one exception…

Time for a good answer.  “Both the nurse and the wife, Cindy dear.  Just as we planned.”

She smiles.  “The collar still around your bitches neck?”

“You’re my fuckin’ bitch.  Not Sam.  And the collar is still around that pretty little neck.”

“Good boy!”  She clamps down on my jewels a little harder, then dashes towards the kitchen.

I walk towards my seat at the bar when the hostess grabs my ass.  “Glad to see you’re back.”

Another of Cindy’s minions.  Shit. They’re everywhere!  If I decide to put Cindy on the meat market, her little friend needs to come with.  Actually, not that little.  About 5’7″. Nice tits.  Probably 34Ds.  And a really nice ass.  If I was honest, I would have to admit she’s actually sexier than Cindy.  And Sam.  That dark tan and waist long hair.  Her name – Sarah.

So.  Do I keep Sam or Cindy?  Or do I take the minion as my new partner?  Fuck!  (Something all three do quite well by the way.)  I need a drink!

Plan one was to butcher Sam.  The more I dreamed of it the more I found myself craving to actually do it.  Slicing and dicing that sexy body as she screams.  Things fantasies are made of.

Well, then came Cindy.  Plan two involves having Sam and Cindy as my partners.  That is until one makes that fatal mistake and finds themselves on the dinner table as the main course.

And now I have a plan three where Sarah is my new partner.  The two of us slowly torturing Sam and Cindy until they beg for their demise.  Which we won’t do until we’re good and ready.

At minimum, I need to get rid of Kelsie’s body.  Sam’s unorthodox use of a soldering iron guaranteed that.  My second beer hits the bar.

Quickly finishing the second and third beers, I decide to wait at Cindy’s apartment.   The short walk just might help clear the air on a lot of things.  As I crack open her apartment door, I see a familiar silhouette standing in front of the window.

“Damn it Jeff!  It sure took you long enough!   More than one beer would be my guess.  So, surprised to see me?”

It’s Sam.  A sane man would turn and run.  My sanity left me months before.   It was obviously a trap, but for who?   Is Cindy double crossing Sam?  Or is Cindy the victim?  It doesn’t take a genius.  Just the realization that you’ve been outplayed.  I’m the prey.

“You always surprise me, my slut.  Always.”

The Hunter
Who’s On First

It was about twenty minutes later when it happened.  Sam and I are fuckin’, my cock deep inside her when she gets this strange look in her eyes.  Then suddenly her cunt is crushing my meat as her body starts to go into mild convulsions.  It’s then when I hear a familiar voice.

“Sam, it’s not nice starting without me.”  Cindy is standing in the doorway with the collar remote in her hand.

“Jeff.  So, tell me.  How did it feel fucking your wife as she got her brains fried?  I would ask Sam, but I think she’ll be out for a while.”

“It felt absolutely stimulating in a crushing kind of way.”  I gave her a quick smile.  “So, tell me Cindy, what’s your next play?”

“Not really sure.   As you might have already guessed, Sam and I…  Well, to put it bluntly we were planning to enjoy your slow demise as we tortured you and then carved you up.” Cindy has that evil grin.

She continues as she stares at Sam.  “So, tell me Jeff.  Give me a good reason why I should break my partnership with Sam?”

Smiling, I explain what I thought was an obvious fact.  “Well bitch.  What’s going to keep me from breaking that pretty neck of yours?”

Her stare shifts to me.  “You are a fuckin’ bastard.  And a stupid one at that!  First, Sam probably has a tight grip on that cock of yours.  And I’m sure you don’t want to damage your precious package.  This should also help to convince you.”  She raises her shiny automatic above her head.   A forty caliber.

“As you can see, Sarah didn’t take it out of my purse.  But she did tell me your plans.”  She slowly walks towards me while playing with another collar.

“Jeff.  I know you made this.   But have you ever worn one?“  I’m not liking the direction this conversation is leading to.

“I made a few adjustments on this one.  Just for you!”  Squeezing my balls hard she continues “Ever wonder what you would feel, if anything if you were being fucked while being zapped by your invention?  Are you wondering what Sam’s feeling right now?  Would you wonder what you both would be feeling if you both wore collars?”

She was now standing right beside us showing off her naked body.   I had hoped to be fucking about now.  How things have changed!

As she dropped the collar by my hand she whispered “Jeffy.  Let’s find out, okay? “

“Cindy, you must be out of your fuckin’ mind if you think I’m going to put that on!” I start to throw the collar at her when she raises her automatic.

“You’re not accustomed to having someone else in control, are you Jeff.” She raises the current going into Sam just enough to freeze her muscles.  “I could shoot you right now Jeff. Tell police I found you in my apartment raping my friend, your wife.  You came running at me leaving me with no choice.  Seven shots to the body, killing you ever so slowly.  The first slug will pierce your jewels.”  She squeezes my balls even harder.   Damn, that hurts!

“Or, I could take this carving knife and leave you with a stump. Damn!   That would have to hurt like shit. Shame you would bleed out.  Shouldn’t have taken that dose of aspirin at the bar.”   She shakes her head, showing a big evil grin.   There’s the evil I knew she had deep inside her.  Unfortunately, that’s only the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

Not left with much of a choice I put the collar on.   A small feat, being attached to Sam. I give Cindy a glance.   “Are you happy, you fuckin’ bitch?”

She laughs.  “I’m doing this for you, Jeff.  You get all of the benefits.   The sensations.  The experiences.  Just consider it research.”  Cindy tightens the collar and then twists the lock.  “Start pumping your Sam deep and hard, my dear Jeff. Enjoy it while you can.”

Cindy’s hand softly slides over my balls as I screw the shit out of Sam.  Must admit, I’m being turned on by the experience.  Fucking my wife.  Being directed by who was to be my victim.  Finding myself at the wrong end of the pecking order.  It was all so wrong and so damn hot.

Just as I’m about to come Cindy squeezes my balls hard. And then hits the button for my collar.  It was a combination of ecstasy and hell.  Pleasure and pain.  Then I pass out.

The Hunter
Ol’ Sweet Home

I wake up to one hell of a headache.  And I’m unable to move.  I’m strapped to one of the racks on the farm.

“Damn time you woke up!”  It’s Cindy.

She walks over and stands above me.  Still naked.  Still making me hard.  “Jeff, you want to hear something funny?” Not waiting for a response she continues.   “You and Sam were so tightly interlocked I almost had to cut that fuckin’ dick of yours off.  But we got you here in one piece.  How long will that last is up to your fellow players.”

“Fellow players?  What in the hell are you talking about, bitch?”

Cindy smiles.  “Your fellow players are Sam on the table to the left and the most maligned Kelsie to the right.  By the way Sam, I just love your art.  Great work!  Kelsie makes a great canvas, doesn’t she!  And don’t worry. I’m taking good care of both her and your art.  I dipped her in a salty bath earlier today.  It should help make them lines stand out.  But damn, you should have heard her yell!”

“Oh.  And I almost forgot about dear old Sarah.  She doesn’t know it yet, but she’ll be hanging from her ass shortly.”  Cindy stops and slowly looks around. “Jeff. I just love what you did with the place.  I should be able to dispense more than enough pain with what’s at hand.”

“Glad you like it!” I try giving her a big smile. “Can I ask why?”

“Why what?”

“Cindy.  Why are you doing this to me?”

Cindy smiles.  “Hear that Sam.  Jeff’s wondering why I’m doing this to him.  Not you, but him.  Well. To tell the truth, you made my darkest fantasy a possibility.  Never in my wildest dreams did I think I could get away with torturing, and then killing a person.  But now I can.  And I can even make it into a fuckin’ game.  What a fuckin’ high.  And the biggest high?  Slowly tearing you apart piece by piece.  After you watch Sam slowly die, that is. Must let you have some fun.”

I shake my head.  “You won’t get away with it. When I disappear people will ask questions.  Then they will ask you questions.”

“Damn it Jeff!  I can’t believe you’re really that dumb!” Cindy is starting to sound really disgusted.  “They won’t ask me anything.  I have disappeared, too you fool!  They’ll assume that I was kidnapped by you and Sam.  Shit.   My boss has warned me time and time again about you two” Cindy laughs.  “As long as I’m not seen or recognized, I can run my kill count into the hundreds.  And you and Sam will be blamed.  Posthumously of course.”  She pauses for a second.  “And if someone does see me, my story will include that miraculous escape from my captors.”  Cindy’s evil smile grows even bigger.

“Hate to start without Sarah, but let’s start our little game.”  Cindy’s expression becomes a bit more evil and sadistic.  “So. What should I cut off and why?   Let’s start with you Sam.”

A bit startled, Sam asks a very relevant question.  “So, you want to know what you should cut off of me?”

“If you want, but that would be so dumb” Cindy purrs.  “I was thinking that you would give me a good reason for cutting someone else you stupid cunt.  Any thoughts?”

“Sure do, you bitch.  Since I can’t hope that you’ll cut yourself, how about that piece of meat to my right.  Take a look at what’s between those luscious legs.  A nice and juicy and plump clit just waiting for the taking.  I would imagine it would taste fantastic broiled.  And you can feed Kelsie a piece of her own meat.  Can’t beat that!”

“I don’t know Sam.  You have a nice plump one yourself.  I bet it would taste good fried.  What do you think Kelsie?”

I can almost hear Kelsie smile.  “Her cunt would be better, but what about Jeff’s dick.  Play with it until it’s nice and hard.  Stuff it with some hot cheese.  And then wack that piece of meat off at the balls.  Roast it for a few minutes.  Stick it in a hotdog bun.  Add ketchup, mustard, onion and some relish.  And enjoy!”

I hate to admit, but the way she put it, it sounds so damn good.  And a glance at Cindy’s face tells me she’s seriously thinking of it.

Cindy smiles.  “Well Jeff.  What do you have to say? Kelsie has offered a fantastic lunch menu, wouldn’t you agree?”  She starts playing with my cock.  Damn that feels good!

“It would mean you couldn’t do what you’re doing now.”  I give her a smile.  “Shit!  I do love your hand jobs!”

“So Jeff. Do I take your cunts clit or the one from that other piece of meat?” Cindy motions towards Kelsie.

“Damn!  If it were me, I would be slicing yours about now.  It’s plumper than Kelsie’s and Sam’s.  But I guess that’s not an option, is it.”

Cindy smiles and shakes her head no.

“Sorry Sam.  But between you and Kelsie it’s obvious that you have the juicier clit.”  After hesitating for a few seconds I give Cindy my final answer…  “Cindy, you should slice off my dick.  All I ask is a taste.  Then again, why don’t you ask Sarah?”

The Hunter
Change of Pace.

Cindy finds herself strapped to a rack when she comes to.  The rack I was on.  With me staring down at her and the other two unfortunate cunts.  Sam and Kelsie,

About five hours earlier, Sarah had snuck up behind Cindy, a feat in itself.  Not making a sound is almost impossible in this old basement.  The slightest sound echoes for what seems like forever…  But she did it.  And in her hand she had a syringe full of lorazepam, a somewhat fast acting sedative.  A nice stick in her ass and Cindy was out in about fifteen seconds.

What was really surprising was that Sam and Kelsie didn’t give Sarah away.   I guess Sam figured her odds were better with Sarah.  Cindy is turning out to the devil incarnate.  And it is no secret that she wants Sam to die a very slow and painful death.

And Kelsie?  She’s trying just to hang on.  She all but felt Cindy press that scalpel against her clit.  A change of power wouldn’t hurt, although it might not help much.  Give her an extra hour or two before someone starts carving on her flesh.

So.  Three cunts all on a rack.  Two giving me looks of anger.  The third giving me a look of hope.  Although hope had long left the basement.  The butcher lines would scar her for life.  It was my goal to make sure she didn’t suffer too long.

Walking over to each rack, I spread their legs just a bit more.  Give their clits a pinch.  And take a bite of a nip.  Just enough to elicit a short, high pitched scream.

I walk over to Sarah, tear off her t-shirt and start playing with her nips.  She in turn grabs my cock and softly begins stroking it.

“So Sarah.  Should we continue with Cindy’s game? “

She nods yes. “Jeff.  Why don’t we cut off all of their clits?  Not just Kelsie’s?”  She grabs my cock and pulls it hard.  “But let’s fuck first.”

I smile and start to turn. In response Sarah yanks my cock hard, pulling me closer to her.

“Just one more thing Jeff.  Be a dear and spread their legs just a bit more.  And don’t stop until they start screaming, okay hun? Their screams will make me so fuckin’ horny.  And you love it when I’m horny, don’t you?”

I smile and start spreading Cindy’s legs wider.  “Cindy, we could have gone far.  You and me.  But you just had to have a taste for cock sandwich.  Oh well.  Sarah’s the better fuck anyway.”  I suddenly hear a dull crack.  A broken bone?  More likely one of her hips were pulled out of joint.  Whatever, it had the desired result.  A piercing scream fills the basement as tears run down Cindy’s face.  One down, two to go.

Sam is next.  She stares up at me with a look of total disbelief.  “Jeff.  What have I done to deserve this?  I’ve always been faithful to you, even when you were fucking some other cunt. I always believed in what you were doing.  Always!  I did everything you asked.”  She pauses, a tear streaming towards the rack.  “Just tell me why.  Can you do that Jeff?”

I smile and point towards Sarah.  “Look at that bod.  Do you really think your better than that?  Really?  And she has the darkest mind I’ve seen.  The pain she’ll inflict on you will be mind blowing.  Do I need to say more, hon?”

Sam shakes her head and turns away from me, her sobs growing louder.  As I spread her legs wider Sarah walks over and takes over the crank.  “It’s not that I don’t trust you Jeff.  I just need to make sure she’s really in pain.”  Sarah shows an evil grin and gives the crank two good turns.  I hear what sounds like the cracking of bones.  But no scream comes from Sam.  Cindy gives it one more turn.  Like Cindy, no broken bones.  But two displaced hips.  And a high pitched scream.  It’s going to take Sam a few days before she can even think of walking.

Now to our original piece of meat, Kelsie.  “Sorry girl. But this is why you’re here.  To give us pleasure as we provide you pain.”  I turn the crank.  First I hear a few cracking noises.  Then I notice her hips pulling completely out of their sockets.  If i didn’t stop she would be legless.  Not the time for that.  Anyways, she was providing what Cindy was looking for.  Wave after wave of hysterical screams of pain.

Sarah grabs my dick.  Me her ass.  We slowly walk up the stairs to fuck, all the while enjoying the screams of our three cunts.

The Hunter
A Quick Slice

After what is the best and longest fuck I ever experienced, it’s time to finish playing the game.  To slice off a clit.

As we slowly walk to the stairs, only two of three slabs of meat are still screaming.  Cindy and Kelsie.  Sam stopped hours before, trying to prove how strong she is.  Something I already know.

When we reach the basement we first go to the kitchen, or butcher shop for supplies.  We pick up a stainless steel bowl for the clit along with some clamps, a staple gun, and a cauterizing iron.  Don’t want our cunt to bleed to death.

When we reach rack row, Sarah stares at Cindy and Sam for a few minutes before she walks towards Kelsie.

“Damn!  You still in pain?  It’s not like we tore off your legs.”  She shows another of her wicked grins. “Well cunt. This should help reduce your hip pain.”

Cindy first plays with Kelsie’s clit.  Nice, soft strokes. Her clit is slowly being gorged with blood.  When it’s finally nice and plump Cindy pulls out the scalpel.

“Well my cow.  We can do this fast.  Or we can do this slow and painfully.  Jeff said you love the pain, so I’ll cut you nice and slow.”

Cindy starts at the edges and cuts off thin strips.  Kelsie’s screams increase, and then suddenly she passes out.  Ready for that contingency, we pop open a few ammonia capsules and place then under her nose.  That along with two shots of a stimulant brings her back to consciousness.  And the screams continue.

“Kelsie, my cow.  You almost missed the experience of becoming a clitless cunt.  I would have never forgiven myself if that had happened.”

Sarah finishes carving on what was Kelsie’s clit, the strips of meat are now at the bottom of the metal bowl.  Blood is streaming out of the cuts, pooling on the rack between her legs.  Cindy uses the staple gun to close the wounds and then cauterizes them to stop the remaining bleeding.  We start two bags of saline intravenously to help make up for blood loss.

With a big grin on her face, Cindy takes the bowl and walks towards the kitchen.  “It’s time to make a snack.  Don’t know about you but I’m hungry!”

About thirty minutes later she comes back carrying a medium size serving plate over her head.  In the center is a small bowl of dipping sauce, the bowl is surrounded by pan fried strips of Kelsie’s clit.  “Not sure how this will taste.   It’s something I just threw together. “

She feeds Kelsie a strip dipped in the secret sauce.  Surprisingly she eats it between the screams of pain and was about to eat another when Sam spoke up.  “I knew you were a cow when I marked you.  And you just proved it, eating your own clit!”  Kelsie suddenly realizes what she’s being fed, and spits out the second strip.

“Damn it girl!  Don’t you know how priceless this meat is?   Maybe I can clean it off.” Cindy bends over and picks up the strip.  She swishes the strip in a glass of water to get off the dirt and then coats it with a thin layer of sauce.  “Hope double dipping doesn’t stress ya gals out.”  She moves over to Sam and sticks the strip into her mouth.  Like Kelsie Sam spits it out.

Sam smiles.  “Could I get mine without the sauce?”

“Damn you Sam!” Then Cindy gives Sam an evil smile as she glances at the base of the rack.  This won’t be good for Sam.  But Sarah being Sarah has to first pick up that strip of meat off the floor, something she’ll regret.   As she bends over revealing that round asshole of hers, I thrust a syringe deep into her left cheek. Unfortunately for her, I found her stash of lorazepam after we finished our fuck fest.  And just in case, I decided to borrow a few doses, to be returned later.

I wait for a few seconds for her body to get a little wobbly.  But it doesn’t.  She didn’t even scream when I rammed the needle in her ass.  Not a good sign.  Sarah slowly stands, with the piece of Kelsie’s cooked clit in hand.  She turns and faces me with an evil smile.

*You know Jeff, I’m beginning to wonder why I saved that dick of yours.  Guess I’m going to have hot dogs tonight.”. She starts walking towards me and then slumps to the floor.

The Hunter
One to Four

I drag Sarah against the wall, just below one of the ceiling winches.  After placing some heavy duty cuffs around her wrist, I hook the chain from the winch to both cuffs.  After giving the chain a tug, I turn on the winch and she’s slowly pulled to her feet.  After a few minutes her feet are dangling about two feet from the floor.  For the finishing touches I first stuff one end of an ass hook deep into her anus, the other end I hook to the wall.  Then I attach a spreader to her ankles, opening her legs nice and wide.  Slowly lowering her to the floor, the ass hook grabs hold as her toes touch the floor.  That’s when I stop the winch.  Damn, she’s going to be mad!

Still a bit horny, I grab her ass and force my cock deep into her cunt.  “Damn, you’re awfully tight my slut. Must be the hook” After pounding her for a few minutes I fill her with a fresh load.  “It’s a shame you’re still out.”

Sarah is hanging in front of my three other cunts.  With the turn of events, Sam and Cindy have somewhat of a smile on their faces.  Each probably thinking that there’s now a chance for them.  The question they’re probably asking themselves – who’s the better fuck.  What they should be asking, who is closest to pure evil.  That would be Sarah hanging in front of them.

I could start with three partners and let two of them be the victims of the third. Really no contest there.  But it would be fun watching.  The bad – I would have to be constantly checking my rear.  Could make it a game with the winner being my new partner.  Sam might have a chance then.  Or I could butcher all four of them.  We all do Kelsie.  Sam does Cindy.  Sarah does Sam.  And I get to slice and dice Sarah.   After all, there’s plenty of meat where they came from.  And probably a better grade.  I am looking for something fresher.  Also looking for someone darker. Although it’s hard to believe there’s someone darker than Sarah.  I’ll just have to wait until Sarah comes around before making that decision.

“Well cunts, it’s time to finish eating Kelsie’s clit.  There’s enough here for three slices for each of ya.  I’ll set Sarah’s portion aside for when she comes to.” I start walking towards Cindy.  “If you refuse to eat your slices, I’ll cut half of your clit off with no questions asked.”  I show them the knife.  “So, think twice before spitting anything out.  Kelsie, since you’re already missing your clit, I’ll cut off your right toes.”

Not surprising they all finish their ration of clit with no issues.  Then Sarah comes to.  She turns my way and smiles.  “Jeff.  Want to fuck?  Looks like I’m ready on my end.  Or did you do me already?”

“You know me Sarah.  Never waste an opportunity.” I smile back.  “I have a snack for ya.  And I wouldn’t spit it out.”

“Or you’ll cut off half my clit?” Sarah laughs.

I knew the bitch was out too long.  She ate her portion of cooked clit, afterwards asking to be fucked at least one more time.  Something I couldn’t refuse doing. After raising the ass hook a couple of inches.

Then came the hard part.  Carrying, or dragging three girls to their cage.  There was no way Kelsie and Sam were going to walk.  At least not today.  And Cindy wasn’t much doing much better.  It would be easier if there was someone else to help.  I turn to Sarah.  She smiles, and then laughs.  “Didn’t think this one out, did you Jeff.”

I smile.  “No Sarah.  I did think this one out.   Just wondering who I should feed to the pigs.   Are you volunteering, my cunt?”

Sarah flashes a wicked smile.  “If you could live without my cunt, sure, I’d volunteer.  It has to be one hell of a high, being eaten alive.  By pigs.

Sarah must be the only person I know that would consider that a high.  “I don’t know if I would miss that cunt of yours.   But I do know you would give those poor pigs indigestion.”  Shaking my head, I smile at Sarah “You’ll have to get your high somewhere else my dear.”

Sarah comes back with a request “If you let me down and give me a knife, I’m sure I can find something that will make us both high.  Deal?”

While playing with her clit, I shake my head. “Deal.  But first, I have a little something for you.  And I think you’ll love the color.  A glossy black.”

I grab the collar from atop a nearby rack and wrap it around her neck.  After locking it, I give her a slight shock to remind her of the pain it can offer.

Typical Sarah, she smiles. “More!  I want more!  Please?”

I give her a few more moderate shocks followed by a nice long one.  Funny thing.  She seems to enjoy the experience.

“Don’t go anywhere, Sarah.  I’ll be right back my cunt.”  She smiles, licking her lips.

Time to look at Sam and convince her, and myself that nothing actually happened.   As I walk up she gives me hell.

“Jeff.  What the fuck is wrong with you!  I thought we were more than just hubby and wife.  I thought we were, are partners in everything!  Including everything evil!  Aren’t we?  Or am I a fucking fool?”

“You’re no fool my dear.  But you’re one cunt with hip problems.” I slowly release the tension to her legs.  As I had hoped, her hips appear to be okay as she slowly closes her legs.  A grimace does cross her face several times, but no screams.  I take off her collar and unshackle her wrists and ankles.

“Sam, just chill for a few minutes.  I’m going to get a few things we’ll need for Kelsie.”

I walk to the kitchen and grab a long sharp butchers knife.  Then a torch, some salt and a meat hook.

On my way back, I stop by Kelsie’s rack and drop my small collection between her spread legs and give her a smile.  “Don’t worry my cow.  I promise the pain will be unforgettable. Fortunately for you, you won’t have long to remember it.”  After giving me a blank stare, those sobs start and tears flow from her eyes.

As I pass Cindy I notice a look of fear in her face.  I’ve never seen that look on her before.

“So, tell me Cindy.  Is it true that blondes have more fun?”. I laugh and continue my trip to the next rack.  There I find Sam sitting up with her legs dangling from the end of the rack.

“How are you doing my love?”

Sam just stares at me.  “Well dear.  Considering I almost had my limbs ripped off.  Have been fed clit.  And started the day with a horrendous headache, I’m doing rather good.  My love.”

I put my hand on her one thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. . “Sam.  Your limbs would have never be torn off on that rack.  Not they way it’s set up.  The winch can’t provide the torque needed.  Just enough to spread them wide.  Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Well, hope you’re not waiting for me to forgive you.  That might take a few days.”. She gives me a smirk.

“Well my cunt, are you ready for some fun?”. I glance at Sarah. “What would you like to do to your nemesis here?”. I play with Sarah’s cunt.  “Can’t be too horrific.  After all, she just might be our helper.  Her or Cindy.”

“Just raise the ass hook a few inches.  Get her off those pretty toes.  They must be tired.” Sam shows a weak smile.

“And Cindy here?”

“Jeff.  Do you have a fucking machine here?”

“Sam, you know I do my cunt”

“Let it fuck her until tomorrow morning.  Can you program the collar to give her random strength shocks at random times?”

“Consider it done.  How about Kelsie?”

“Well Jeff.  I assumed you already had something planned, don’t you?”. Sam is still grimacing from the pain.

“Well.  If you don’t mind I thought I would start out by fucking her.”. I smile.  “You know me, never one to miss an opportunity for a good fuck.  Especially when the legs are spread so  wide.”

“And then?” Sam asks.

“Then we make dinner.”

“Good.  I could use some food.  Can I play with her tits while you fuck her?”

“Sure can my cunt!”  I carry Sam over to Kelsie’s rack.  Handing her a small assortment of nip clamps, I set her down near Kelsie’s boobs.  Sam quickly finds the clamps with the sharpest teeth and starts playing with Kelsie’s nips.  I decided to pull her legs open just a little more before sticking my meat into her clitless cunt.  Fear has made her one tight and fantastic fuck.  Even though she’s stretched, Kelsie still flinches as Sam tortures her nips.  A steady flow of tears runs down her checks forming large pools on the rack while small pools of blood start to form below her tits.  The screams?  They are now nonstop.

Suddenly Sam yells out.  “Jeffie!!!  I’m hungry!!!”

Pulling myself out of Kelsie’s cunt I pick up the long butcher knife.  “How does hamburgers sound Sam?  Or is today a steak night?”

“Burgers will be fine.  Will there be enough for all of us?”

I gently stroke Kelsie’s inner thigh with the knife “I think so.  I’m not sure if Kelsie will be in the mood to eat though.”

I grab a vial and syringe from the racks storage drawer.  “Just a small dose of stimulant.  Need to keep Miss Kelsie conscious, now don’t we?  I wouldn’t want you to miss out on any of the fun!  Or pain”. I ram the syringe deep into her thigh.

I then turn the crank for her ankles a few turns.  The rack pulls her legs even further apart.  Then I check her upper thighs.  Damn, the thigh still hasn’t pulled out, still attached to the pelvis.  The body of a runner.  “Enjoying the pain my cow?  You haven’t felt the worst.”

I turn the crank a couple of more turns and finally hear the distinct crack of the leg pulling away from the torso.  That piercing scream that emanates from Kelsie’s mouth is a true confirmation.  Kelsie with a look of horror.  And Sam now with  a large smile on her face.

Next is cutting off the one leg followed by cauterizing the wound. After lighting the torch, I take the butcher knife and slowly cut off the left leg at the pelvis.  Sam lays across Kelsie’s boobs to help keep her still.  After a few minutes the leg is finally cut free.  Time to sear the open wound before she bleeds out. I make a few passes of the torch, applying a liberal application of salt to help increase the pain between each pass.  The final step, applying the tourniquet that finally stops the bleeding.

“Well Kelsie my cunt, your jogging days are over.” I hold her leg over my head so she can see.  Trying to turn her head away, Sam grabs her ears and forces her to look at her dissected limb.  That works until she closes her eyes.

That’s when the peanut gallery chimes in.  Sarah makes the comment “You need to cut off those eyelids!  Don’t you agree Cindy?”

“Hell yes!  Or at least glue them open!.  Just wish I could see it happen.”. Cindy has a pouty face.

My reply?  “Don’t worry Cindy.  I’ll make sure you can see yourself in a large mirror when we cut yours off.” Cindy still has a pouty face.

The Hunter
Medium or Rare.

This is when I could use some help.  Even without a leg, Kelsie’s dead weight will be hard to handle. I roll a stainless steel butchers table up to her torture rack.  After removing the three remaining restraints. I start sliding her on to the table.  That’s when she started to put up a fight.

I stare at her.  “Really? You’re going to put up a fight now?  Tell you what, I’ll let you go. Do whatever you want.  Feeling generous, I’ll even give you ten hours.  If you’re still here after those ten, you’re mine.”

First came the expression of surprise.  She then propped herself up on the table and started looking around, planning her escape. That all ended when she saw herself in a large mirror on the near wall.  A once beautiful female now with a stump where a sexy leg once was.  The butcher marks burned into her body, some already showing some scarring.  Her clitless cunt.  Dried blood running down her tits.  She stared at herself for what seemed like hours, then fell back onto the table.  Tears again streamed from her face as she whispered “do whatever you want with me”

As if I wasn’t going to anyway.  I move Sam over to the table where she picks up where she left off on Kelsie’s tits. We start rolling to the kitchen.

As we roll past Sarah I give her a choice.  “Sarah my cunt, you can cut off anybody’s clit.”. Sam stops torturing Kelsie’s one nipple and gives me a long stare.  “Everyone except for Sam’s that is”.  I give Cindy a devilish grin.  She suddenly has a look of just being condemned.

Then Sarah speaks.  ” Well Jeffie.  That doesn’t give me too many choices, now does it.”  After pausing a few seconds, she blurts out.  “You wouldn’t be too upset if I cut mine off, now would you?  I mean, doing that to one’s self has to be a damn big high. And the pain fuckin’ unbelievable!”  Then she whispers “I promise that the fucks afterward will still be earth shattering.  So Jeffie, can I do it to myself?  Please!!!  Pretty please!!!”

That’s my Sarah.  Strange, evil, and so fuckin’ sexy.  “I’ll let you think about it for a while.  And if you still want to do it, who am I to stop you?”

We enter the kitchen and I roll Kelsie and Sam against the far wall.  Across from the meat grinder.  After strapping on the wrist restraints and attaching them to the chains above, I slowly pull Kelsie off the table and up the wall. A minute later Sam positions an ass hook in Kelsie’s a-hole.  Lowering her body the hook works its way deep inside her ass.  Then I remember Cindy’s suggestion, I grab a small tube of super glue, keeping it hidden from Kelsie, I pick up her severed leg and start walking towards the grinder.  As I figured she tightly closes her eyes.  Squeezing a little glue on a match stick, I use the stick as an applicator and quickly apply a small amount of glue on both her lower and upper eyelids. Giving her a short shock through her collar, her eyes open wide.  Unfortunately for her, to never close again.

Sam grabs her ears and forces her to face the grinder.  I slowly cut the meat off the thigh bone, letting it fall into grinder’s hopper.  Finished with cleaning the meat off the thigh bone, I flick the grinders power switch.  For a second it almost sounds like a jammed garbage disposal. But a couple seconds later the high pitched wine returns.  And several pounds of ground meat suddenly appear on the wax paper below.

“Kelsie, I must admit, your meat is nice and lean. Should make some really good Kelsie burgers.  But first things first.  What should I do with this sexy calf?  The toes will be deep fried.  The rest of the foot and bones are going to the pigs.  The calf, I’m still not sure what to do with.”

Sam smiles.  “How about some home made soup?”

“Wonder idea!  Boil it in a large pot, slowly for a few hours.  Then add vegetables and let it simmer for a few more.  That should be more than enough to feed the five of us.  What do you think Kelsie?”  I stare into her eyes, eyes, which she’s desperately trying to close.

“Don’t’ worry my cow.  Your life will be short.  But the pain will be unbelievable.  And I’ll make sure you enjoy every minute of it.”  Ending with an evil grin, I turn to Sam.

“Well my cunt, how’s the hips?”

“Doing better, Jeff.  I think I can walk without too much problem.”  She grimaces as she starts to stand on her one foot.

“Good to hear, you busty thing, you.  I need to take care of some business in the next room.  Could you start the Kelsie burgers?”

“Sure dear.  What do you want me to do with the rest of the meat?”  Sam motions towards Kelsie.

“Oh, if you would, lower her to the table.  I want to fuck her sooo bad, I can almost taste it!  Hmmm.  In a little bit I can!”  I smile at Sam as I pick up the fucking machine and a pack of scalpels.  “Be back in a few…”

I walk towards Sarah.  While playing with her clit I whisper into her ear.  “Do you still want to cut this off?”  I give her clit a yank.

She smiles and whispers back.  “You know I do!  Thinking of the pain just makes me so wet…”

I put a couple of fingers up her cunt.  She’s dripping.

While tugging and pinching that clit, I whisper into her other ear.  “You know I prefer fucking you over Sam.  Sam’s body is okay, but she’s starting to get a bit old.  The orgasms are, well, not what they use to be.  And the foreplay is really starting to get boring.  I almost fell asleep the other night.”

Sarah gives me one of her evil grins.

“So.  Here’s the deal.  If you can cut that clit off without making a sound, you will have free reign of snuffing Cindy, and then Sam.”

Sarah’s smile now show’s pure evil.  “When can I cut it off?”

“First things first my slut.”  I shove my dick deep inside her, pumping her as hard as I can.  “Can waist a wet cunt, now can we.”

She laughs.  “No, we can’t”

I deposit another load deep inside of her.  Damn she’s good.  Thinking of the years of fucks she’ll give, I pull on the chain and raise her a foot or so off the floor.  I then raise the ass hook about a foot and then lower her body back down.  Leaving a little slack on the chains, her ass is now is holding a good portion of her body weight.

I smile as she has a slightly confused look.  “Sam thought your toes might be getting tired.  Don’t worry.  I’ll let you down in a couple of hours.”

Her smile returns.  “Tell her thanks for thinking of me.  I’ll pay her back later.”

Smiling, I turn towards Cindy.  “Hey my bitch.  So.  You thought you could get the best of me, eh.  It’s my turn to get the best of you.”  I push my weary piece of meat inside her and start whispering in her ear.  “Sam is going to cut off her clit to get on my good side.  If you would cut yours off, along with a nipple, you will become my favorite.  Just one thing.  You can’t make a sound while you do it.”

A little unsure of my sincerity, Cindy whispers back “And what do I get?”

“You, my dear, get to stay alive.  And you get to butcher Sara and Sam” I answer matter of factly.

“Oh, and you get to fuck me the rest of your days” I say with a grin on my face.

“When?”  she asks.

“Tomorrow morning.  We first need to make you very horny.” I say with a laugh.

I pull out of her warm cunt and jump to the floor.  Picking up the fucking machine, I place it between her spread legs.  Putting the dildo inside her, I program the machine for random depths and speeds and then turn it on.

“Hope I did this right.  I would hate myself if it went too deep.”  I smile.

Then I program the collar.  Random strength at random times.  I turn it on and the first zap wasn’t in her favor.  A long one at almost maximum strength.  “Sorry about that, my cunt.”

I head towards the kitchen listening to the pumping action of the fucking machine.  The muted screams from Cindy.  And the rhythmic snoring from Sarah.

The Hunter
Little Morsels

Entering the kitchen, or the butcher shop I hear the sizzle of fresh meat cooking.  Sam is leaning over the stove, carefully flipping the three burgers as I approach.  She put on an apron to cover her tits along with most of her chest and stomach.  Unfortunately, the lower half of her body is somewhat exposed to the spattering grease.

“Smelling good, Sam.  But why only three?”

Sam briefly looks up and then answers.  “Cindy and Sarah won’t be eating tonight.  I’m assuming Cindy is trying to endure the torture of constantly being fucked.  And Sarah doesn’t have any hands free to hold the bun.  Any bun.  Especially yours.”  After a brief pause she asks “So, my horny husband, who was the better fuck?”

“You my sexy cunt” as I push my tool inside of Sam damp cunt.  I cup her breast with my hands as I start doing her with long, slow strokes.

“Don’t you dare stop.  I’ll cut off that fucklin’ dick with this knife if you do!”  Sam flips another burger

Obeying her command, I pump for several minutes.  Long, deep strokes.  Then, as if on queue, we both cum within seconds of the other.  Three times in a very short period has my tool wondering if the dick hotdog wouldn’t have been a good idea after all.  It needs some time to recoup.

Sam has Kelsie propped up on the table.  Her eyes are staring at the browned meat in the frying pan.  There is little to no emotion as she watches what was her thigh sizzle.

“So Kelsie, how do you take your hamburgers? “I point to several bottles of condiments.  “Ketchup?  Mustard?  Relish?  Pickles?  Or do you like them dry?”

A faint whisper answers.  “Relish and mustard, please.”

Either Kelsie’s very hungry.  Or she has totally given up.  Or maybe, just maybe she’s curious on how she tastes.  I know I am.

As Sam assembles Kelsie’s burger, she asks if I talked to Sarah.  “Jeffry. Did you tell bitch that she can cut off her cunt?”

“I did.  But I didn’t tell her everything.  Like the large dose of nerve stimulant she’ll get shortly before she does the nasty deed.  It will be mixed in with her breakfast food.  She should experience some serious pain.”  I smile at Sam.

“Just the same, I wanted to have that privilege!  That fuckin’ cunt!  Who does she think she is?”  I was tempted to answer but decided that I really didn’t want to die today.  Telling Sam that Sarah’s the best fuck.  And the evilest person I’ve met wouldn’t go over well.

Turning to Kelsie I give her a wink.  “See my cow.  You’re not the only one we abuse.  It’s everyone that has the misfortune of ending here.”

Sam hands her a plate of food.  A Kelsie burger.  Potato salad.  And a pile of chips.  She crunches on a few chips while inspecting the sandwich in front of her.  Suddenly she grabs it with both hands and takes a huge bite.  For a few seconds she appeared frozen in time.  Then she smiles and whispers.  “Damn I’m fuckin’ good!”  Within minutes Kelsie finished the sandwich, the chips, and the potato salad.

Sam and I start eating our burgers.  And you know.  They are damn good!  “Sam.  Do you think that other leg should be used for steaks?  Or for some more ground round?”

Sam smiles.  “We have about ten pounds of ground round in the freezer.  Probably more.  While I do like the burgers, I do think I want to try a steak next.”  Sam grabs Kelsie’s remaining thigh and gives it a good squeeze.  Surprisingly, Kelsie has a big smile on her face.  Another Sarah?  I shake my head – if I only knew earlier we would be eating Cindy burgers tonight, and not Kelsie.

My cock is turning nice and hard, a sign that I need to fuck something.  Someone.  I crawl on the table and push it in Kelsie’s clitless cunt.  Sam works on her nipples.  Pulling and pinching.  About a half hour later, we both decide that she’s had enough fun for the night.  We hang her back on the wall and place a wet wash cloth on top of her head, draping over her eyes.

As we start walking up the steps, I note that the sounds of muffled screams and soft snoring are still coming from the other end.  Tomorrow is another day.  I give Sam’s clit a squeeze…

The Hunter
The Day After

I stare out of our bedroom window…  Damn, it’s hard to believe that it’s morning already.  The drive from the farm took about ninety minutes.  Going straight to bed, Sam soon started moaning in her sleep.  Useless for sex, I was hoping she would have the fuckin’ decency to let me sleep!  After giving her a strong dose of sleeping pills, I finally got a few hours of good sleep.  Well, kind of…

My mind was preoccupied on what needs to be done next.  Do I give Sam the slow six month death she deserves?  She loves pain, almost as much as Sarah does.   And she would definitely appreciate a long, drawn out and very painful death.  The things I could do to her!

Then there’s Sarah.  Definitely the devil in disguise.  Pure evil if there’s such a thing.  I hate to think of how many marriages she has already destroyed with that evil smile of hers.  My marriage, our marriage would be another notch on her belt.  Maybe.  And how she loves receiving and giving immense pain.  Of course, that could change later on this morning.

And you can’t forget Cindy.  I mean, really, who can forget Cindy.  Nice curves.  Nice body parts.  Nice tan.  Beautiful long hair.  Something a man, or woman dreams of playing with.  Fuckin’ with.  Or chewing on.

Damn!  What to do.  One thing I did learn.  It isn’t any easier trying determining their fates in my sleep. Guess that’s why I gave Sarah and Cindy the challenges last night.  They’ll decide it for me.  Damn.  I need to get going.  First, I need to prepare and drug the duo’s food.  Followed by fucking my wife until she wakes up.  Then I’ll fuck her some more.  Don’t want her to miss out on any of the fun.

I quickly run downstairs to the kitchen.  Most of the food is at the farm.  With the exception of the watermelon.  It’s going to deliver a more than adequate dose of alcohol and nerve stimulants to my two beautiful sluts.  The alcohol and the melon will more than hide the taste of the drugs.  Of course, they will be suspicious.  But both are probably looking forward to a drink by now, no matter how small.  I take two vials of the stimulant and mix it with a half cup of vodka.  Then I put the vodka and melon in a plastic bowl and snap on the top.  The watermelon should be ready in about two hours.

Hearing a noise from behind, I look over my shoulder to find Sam dressed and ready to go.  Of course, she made sure what she had on would make me hard, and it was.  A very tight crop top, her hard nipples pushing through.  A short pair of daisy dukes.  Not sure why she put those on.  They don’t hide much.  And a pair of black thigh highs.  “Hey hun.  How are you doing this morning?”  I quietly ask.

She walks behind me and grabs my now rock-hard cock.  “Pretty good dear.  See your mind is once again preoccupied with sex.  Do you see something you like, perhaps?”  Sam smiles.

I smile back. “Besides the cunt behind me that I would love to rape, no, not really.”

She yanks on my meat real hard.  “Shame.  I know someone who would love to tie you up and do unspeakable things to your bod.  Oh well.  When I see this cunt, I’ll let her know.” 

I turn my head and smile.  “Tell her to meet me at the farm in about three hours.  And tell her that I expect hard nips and a dripping wet cunt.”

Picking up the bowl of watermelon, we head to the SUV.  Sam gets settled in with her left had in my pants, holding on to my cock.  In a few minutes she dozes off to sleep, waking up just long enough to give my meat a quick squeeze before slipping back under.  “Damn.  Obviously too many sleeping pills” I whisper to myself.

When we turn onto the farm’s dirt road, I start playing with Sam’s clit.  “Come on bitch.  Time to wake up!”

A smile slowly crosses her face as she starts stroking and pulling my cock.  “My Jeffie needs his morning release, don’t you my horny bastard.”  I violently cum as we pull up to the house.

“Guess I need to take these clothes off.  And what is good for the gander is good for the goose.”  I tear off her top and shorts.  “There’s my cunt!”

She smiles.  Opens up the watermelon tub and takes a piece.

“Ah, dear.  You probably don’t want to eat much of that.  At least not before breakfast.”  I shake my finger at Sam.

She smiles.  “Because of the drugs?”

We walk in the house and down the stairs.  Cindy is appears to be having a constant orgasm.  Her back is arched against the restraints.  Her teeth are clenched.  And cum is squirting out of her in liberal amounts.  And Sarah?  She’s still snoring.

I notice a slight smell of shit and urine as we approach the duo.  Cleanup on aisle three.  Damn.  As I approach them Sam goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.  The ass hook has kept Sarah’s shit where it needs to stay.  Not the to say she won’t explode when I take the hook out.  Cindy, well Cindy’s a mess.  A puddle of cum and a puddle urine on the floor below the rack.  Then a little shit squeezing out from her buns.  I guess I forgot to plug her up last night.  A quick hit of cold water from the hose cleans things up.

I turn off the fucking machine and yank it out of Cindy’s cunt.  I quickly replace it with my right fist while the left hand plays with her clit.  Cindy doesn’t say a word, just gives me an evil stare.  I undo her restraints and point to the cage.  Her new home.  “Cindy.  Get you ass cleaned up.  Take a shower and get ready for breakfast.  It will be ready in thirty minutes.”  She grunts as she stumbles off the rack.  Weaving left and right as she makes her way to the cage I can tell when the collar goes off.  Four times before she makes it to the cage.  A smile comes across my face as I think of the things we, I will do to her.

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