I let out a surprised yelp as you slap my butt, and turn around to glare down at you in mock indignation. You just grin up at me, licking your lips exaggeratedly. I open my mouth to say something, but before I get out a word, your eyes flicker down to the timer on your phone.
'117 seconds... 116... That rump of yours is going to taste great... 113...' I feel a shiver of frightened arousal run down my spine at your words. I stand with my mouth open stupidly for a few seconds, trying to formulate some kind of response when you turn towards me again, leaning slightly forward in a conspirational way.
'This is the part where you run away. You stage whisper.
I stand dumbstruck for a moment, my eyes as big as saucer, then your gaze flickers down to the timer again, and I squeal in mixed fear and excitement before quickly turning around and dashing away from the small circle of light around our campfire. I can hear your laughter chasing after me as I quickly run in between the dark tress of the twilit wood.
It takes me less than a minute to get to the other side of the small island, and I look around desperately for a hiding place. There's no way I can avoid you for an hour, and as soon as the thought enters my head, I feel fresh arousal pooling between my legs. I quickly spot a fallen tree, and crouch down to hide between it's branches, trying not to giggle like a naughty schoolgirl. Even though I kinda want you to catch me, I don't want you to think I'm too easy.
'Time's up! Now I'm coming to catch, butcher and eat you, my tasty little meatslut!' I can hear the playful grin in your voice, and my cunt clenches instantly in terrifired arousal at being called a meatslut. I can't really deny it any longer, it's pretty much a given that I'll be meat before the night is over. I just hope I'll taste good good for you.
I press my back against the treetrunk, trying to get my breathing under control, but it's proving difficult. I feel giddy with excitement, all my senses on high alert, my own heartbeat loud in my ears. Suddenly, I spot you right in front of me, and I realise you must have taken a diffrent route around the island than I did. You're still a good 30 or 40 metres away, but you're slowly gettingng closer, looking carefully for any place I might be hiding. For a few endless seconds, I try to decide what to do. Remain in hiding, and hope you won't see me, or try to run to another hiding place before you catch me? I can feel my body tense as you slowly draw nearer, and I realise that I have no choice but to run. If you catch me though... A small moan escapes my mouth at the thought. I wait till you've got your head turned the other way, distracted by what I assume is a small animal in some bushes to your right, then jump up and dash away in the opposite direction to you.
'Catch me if you can!' I yell laughing, fear, lust and excitement pumping through my body. I can hear you cursing behind me, and the sound of you crashing through the undergrowth in pursuit. I run along the water for a few moments, before veering off back in towards the center of the island, looking desperately from side to side for a new hiding place.
My flight is cut short by a root, though. I manage to break the fall with my hands, but before I get back on my feet, I feel the heavy weight of you slamming into me from behind, your arms around my waist.
'Gotcha!' I scream and giggle, flailing my limps widly in an attempt to get free, but you quickly wrestle me onto the ground, the only thing I manage is to get onto my back. I look up at you with nervous excitement, my breasts heaving from extertion as I look up at you sitting across my middle. I continue struggling feebly until you capture my hands in yours pinning them above my head and leaning down to bring your face close to mine.
'Mmm, what a delicious piece of meat I caught... I can't wait to taste it...' You grin widely, showing your sharp, white teeth before licking your lips exaggeratedly. I feel myself grow wet instantly. I continue squirming, but only put up a bit of mock resistance as you tie first my wrists and then my ankles together, leaving me feeling deliciously helpless. You stand up and look down on me for a moment, and I can see pride, lust and hunger mixed on your face in a dangerous and intoxicating cocktail.
'Hm, maybe I should have left your ankles free... Now I have to carry you back to the campfire.' You look at me in mock thoughtfulness for a moment.
'What! You think I'm going to walk back just to let you butcher me? You caught your prey, now you have to bring it back! I look up at you indignantly and stick my tongue out, barely suppressing a laugh as you roll your eyes and sigh deeply.
'Very well... I can hear playful resignation in your voice as you stand up , taking a moment to sprad your legs slightly to stand more firmly, before you bend down to pick me up. I reach up towards you eagerly, grinning smugly as I look forward to being carried bridal style, but instead you grab my middle and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I squeal indignantly as my front comes to rest against your back, but you silence me with a slap to my ass - no, rump. Your hand lingers, groping and squeezing, while you murmuer appreciatively.
'You're going to taste so good... Can't wait to have your meat roasting over the fire.' You continue to carrass my rump and the back of my thighs as you talk. I feel myself flush with pride - or maybe it's just because my upper body is upside down. I try to formulate an appropriate response to being complimented on my qualities as meat, but I find myself mesmerised first by the large hunting knife you're carrying by your side, then by the way your own behind moves as you walk, swaying gently, strong muscles flexing with each step as you carry me towards my fate. I make a mental note to make you carry me around more in the future, then realise I have no future beyond becoming a sizzling piece of meat for you, and resolve to instead make the most of the view now, licking my lips as I stare at your rump, wondering what it'd taste like if our positions were reversed.
As we get nearer to the camp, I can see the flickering light of flames on the trees, and realise you must have put more logs on before going after me. For a moment I wonder why, the fire was plenty big already, then I realise that what you'll be roasting soon needs a much bigger fire. You carefully lower me to the ground close to the fire and draw your knife, standing over me. I can feel my breathing speed up as I see the firelight playing over the sharp blade, my nipples hardening and my clit throbbing.
'How are you going to... you know... do it?' My voice is small, betraying the fear mixed in with my arousal as I look up at you nervously, mesmerised by the large hunting knife.
'Well, first you have to skin the animal.' My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat. Surely, you don't mean to - 'And this animal has some odd skin. That must come off. You carefully slip the tip of the knife down the front of my top, and I feel myself relax just a fraction as I realise what you intend. I mean, I know how this is going to end, but skinned alive doesn't seem like a very sexy way to go...
I try not to squirm around to much, my chest heaving beneath my top, but it's hard to stay still when I can feel the cool, metallic tip of the knife dance over my heated skin. I'm unable to tear my eyes away as you slowly start cutting through the thin fabric, bringing the top of my breasts into view. I'm not wearing a bra, and I'm pleased to hear a small gasp from you when my breasts come fully into view, followed by the smooth expanse of my stomach as the ruined cloth fall aside. As I feel the knife gently slide over my skin, I can't help thinking that soon it'll be sliding through it, parting it as easily as it does my top. It only takes you a moment to cut my shoulders free, and then my upper body is naked.
My breath catches in my throat as you move the knife down next to my hip, carefully slipping it inside my jeans, the flat of the blade cool against my skin. Slowly, you cut down the leg of the trousers, bringing my toned leg into view. You pause to run an appreasing hand over my leg, pausing at my thigh.
'Mmm, what a truly delicious piece of meat I caught...' I find myself blushing with perverted pride at your words, wondering if you can smell my cunt yet. You continue rubbing over my thigh for a few moments longer, before setting to work on my other trouser leg. It only takes you a few moments before my jeans fall aside, bringing my black underwear into view as I look up at you nervously, biting my lip.
'You are so fucking beautiful.' I'm glad to hear how hoarse your voice is, confirmation how affected you are as you slowly pull my underwear down, bringing my cunt into view before using the knife to free me from that last article of clothing, leaving me in just my sneakers and the ropes binding my wrists and ankles.
'Now, if I free your arms and legs, you're going to stay right here, aren't you? Letting me butcher and roast you, like you know you need?' I swalloy nervously, but look up at you and nod meekly. I can't deny the truth of your words.
'I... Yes. I... I want you to do it. I want you to make me into meat and... you know... eat me. I want you to make me into meat, and roast me, and eat me. I'll be a good meatslut for you, I promise.' I can feel my arousal growing at my own words, confirmation of what's going to happen.
You smile, kneeling down to kiss me deeply, like you're trying to devour me already, and I find myself moaning into your mouth, arching my back to press my body up against you as I suddenly feel you cut the rop binding my wrists. You break the kiss as I rub the sore skin where the rope was, looking up at you in nervous anticipation as you move down to cut the rope tying my ankes. You stand up, pulling me with you, and I stand naked, shivering in the cool night air for a moment, nipples hard and my cunt wet with arousal. I can smell myself clearly, and even feel a drop of my juices slowly run down my inner thigh as I wonder what comes next.
With your knife held loosely in one hand, you grab my hand in the other and gives it a quick, reassuring squeeze before leading me towards a large treetrunk at the edge of our small camp. I see you've placed our sleeping mats both on the ground infront of it, and against the trunk, and look at you in question. You let go of my hand and sit down with your back against the trunk, spreading your legs and patting the space between your thighs in invitation, smiling up at me as you put the knife down next to you.
I sit down and snuggle back against you, moaning in pleasure as I feel your hands skirt over my front, barely touching me. I'm so wound up from our game, and my knowledge of what's to come it's only a short moment before I groan out a husky 'Please.', resting my hands on your thighs as I lean my head back on your shoulder, twisting my neck, my open mouth seeking yours hungrily.
I hear a dark, low chuckle, before you comply, pressing your wet mouth against mine, making me moan out in pleasure as you take my breasts in your hands, rolling and pinching my sentitive buds between your fingers. I continue squirming and moaning in your arms as you trap my legs with yours, forcing me to keep my thighs apart as you slowly trail your left hand down my body, towards my wet, quivering cunt. A moment later, I feel you cup my entire sex possessively as your right hand continues teasing my nipples.
'I can't wait to eat this delicious piece of meat once it's been roasted' You husk, and an imagine of you biting into my roasted cunt, steaming hot and dripping with juices flashes through my mind. I gasp at the strength of the picture, and how much it turns me on.
'It's yours... like the rest of me... All of me is yours... all of my meat belongs to you.' I moan out between gasp, gripping your thighs tight in my hands as I finally, finally feel you part my labia and gently slide one finger up and down between them.
'I know. And I'm going to enjoy claiming your meat as mine, my sexy little meatslut. But first, I want you to give me an orgasm, I don't think that'll be difficult for you. Give me an orgasm, and then I'll butcher you, so you can give me your meat.' As you speak, you continue slowly stroking up and down between my lower lips, teasing over my wet opening and engorged clit.
'Yes, yes, yes... make me cum, please, make me cum and make me meat.' I moan and nod uncontrollably, writhing in your arms, back arched as I feel several fingers of your left hand enter me, the heel of your hand grinding against my clit.
What your right hand is doing, I no longer know, nor do I care. All that matters is your hot breath in my ear, and the wet, openmouthed kisses you press against the side of my face as you urge me on towards orgasm and death, paired with the way your fingers stretch me deliciously as you continue grinding down hard on my engorged clit. Suddenly, you pull your fingers out, and I whimper at their loss for a moment before I feel them on my clit, rubbing insistently. It only takes a few moment before my orgasm hits, making me gasp and strain in your arms as pleasure overwhelms me.
'Please! Oh god yes, please, make me meat! Plea - ' My pleas are cut short by a line of fire across my throat, and I'm unale to make any sounds but a wet, bubbling, gurgle as crimson sprays out to coat my front. I feel your fingers plunge back into me pumping rhythmically in my clenching cunt, dragging out my orgasm. My own fingers dig hard into your thighs, my back arching against you as my life's blood continue to stream out of my open throat, my mouth opening and closing wordlessly as my body thrashes in orgasm and death.
'Such a sexy piece of meat... Cumming so hard for yout butcher. Now let go and become meat for me, I can't wait to taste you... You're going to taste so good...' Your soothing words and your rigth arm holding me close, the fingers of your left still working inside my quivering cunt is the last thing I feel as I slwoly fade into darkness, satisfied and pleased to become meat for you...