by Chewy
Jen was frantic, too terrified to think or plan. She ran through the woods like a crazed rabbit, the insides of her thighs damp with piss. Dimly she knew this was foolish, that her only hope of living till sunset was to calm down and search for shelter. Pure animal terror pushed aside those thoughts and she crashed onwards like a dim-witted beast, heedless that the noise she
was making would draw a hunter to her like honey summons a bee. Branches sliced her soft skin, leaving ruby-bright streaks over her smooth golden pelt. Her bare feet stung like glass, her soles cut and sliced and leaving tiny bloody footprints in the forest litter. She began to limp, whining piteously every few steps, her sweaty sides heaving with exhaustion. Only the knowledge of what would happen to her if caught kept her going at all. That her beautiful body was destined for an oven, her warm amber-gold skin and soft feminine flesh was about to be turned into nothing more dignified than tender meat made her sick with despair.
She had seen other beautiful girls being carried home from the hunt, their gorgeous bodies bearing dreadful wounds and signs of rape and torture. They hung limply from poles, their vitality stolen, now just so much dead meat. She had witnessed the gutted carcasses being trussed and roasted, watched as the violated bodies were greedily eaten and then discarded like so much trash. She knew that tonight, it would be her body lying on a vegetable-draped platter, her limbs and torso being sliced and chopped apart, her vagina offered as a reward to some proud cruel hunter.
Jen knew with a touch of pride that she would make for a fabulous feast. She was a bit tall for a Filipina, though her body had kept more than a touch of baby fat. Her long limbs delightfully rounded and feminine, her breasts moderate -sized but playfully bouncy, her face one of an innocent Asian angel. The hunters, both men and women, had eyed her greedily; all now doubt dreaming of how her young body would feel under their knives, how her tender flesh would taste....
A rustle in the bushes ahead made Jen freeze with heart-stopping fright. She relaxed a tiny bit when she saw it was another naked woman, another piece of meat being hunted down and eaten. The other girl was small and dark, with a wiry but decently muscled body and sharp exotic features that spoke of Indian blood mixed with Malay and even a bit of Chinese. She was in sharp contrast to Jen''s meaty city-girl body, like a wild jungle cat next to a pampered house kitty. Not that it mattered;
every girl here was meat, nothing more. They might taste a bit different, but in the end they were both food animals, nothing more. The other girl also looked terrified, her jet-black eyes wide open and frantic, her teak-hued skin soaked with sweat and trickles of blood from brambles and thorns. Her black hair was plastered to her back and shoulders like a slick animal pelt. She breathed in ragged sobs, her ribs visible as her lungs bellowed for air.
The girl was bleeding badly, a long straight furrow having been cut along the side of one dark calf. Blood oozed from the cut and covered her ankle and foot in a sticky wet blanket. She had been grazed by an arrow, and the hunter was no doubt following her bloody trail, expecting to finish her off in time for dinner.
The two prey animals looked at each other in silent a communion of pigs awaiting slaughter. There was nothing to say. Jen turned to run, hoping the other girl would get it first, buying Jen a few more hours of life. Both looked up as they heard a low whistle.
There was a wet thunk, like someone punching raw hamburger. The dark girl lurched sideways, her arms wrapping themselves about her waist. She gave a small cry and grabbed the feathered shaft that had appeared in her side. She looked down at the arrow, an odd wistful look appearing on her face, as if she were more saddened than hurt at having a barb shoved deep into her belly.
The girl kept her feet, staggering a bit, as she tugged at the arrow with both lean arms. Jen stared in fascination as the skewered doe began to pull the arrow loose. She grunted from effort and pain as the gory shaft began to slide out. Blood gurgled from between the brown fingers and sprinkled over the smooth thighs and legs, all shiny and shockingly red in the warm sunlight. Another tug, and Jen could see the girl''s dusky skin stretch like bloody-soaked rubber as the barbed head pulled free of its intestinal embrace. The skin began to tear more, and Jen almost called out a warning.
Then it happened in slow motion nightmare. The soft belly skin ripped like over-used silk, pulling apart with a wet hiss. A mass of coiled intestine followed, the oily tubes still skewered by the arrow. The disgusting mass fell to her feet in a splat, the ends still hanging in her now lightened torso, a huge flap of fat-dappled skin drooping to one side. Jen could see other girl''s organs inside mutilated belly, her liver, and what could have been her stomach. She also caught the white flash of rib and spine, the ivory bright against the ruby sheets of living meat.
The girl stood still, looking at her intestines with a look of stupid shock on her pretty features. It was almost as if she were about to say ''ooppps'' at having made such a silly mess. One hand released the arrow and grabbed a greasy coil, and shoved it back inside, as if she could stuff and re-seal herself. She wobhemorrhage a bit, and accidentally stepped on part of her guts, the pretty long-nailed toes squishing her innards. She grew a bit pale, from shock and blood loss. Her hands tremhemorrhage as they tried to poke the wet tubes back inside herself, and her legs began to shake as they tried to hold her upright. A small trickle of piss seeped from between her fleshy cunt lips and washed away some of her blood on her thighs.
The girl staggered away, trailing a sodden mass of steaming innards. At last she screamed, more a wet gurgle as she struggled away, her dark buttocks and muscular legs straining with effort. She was a tough one, fighting death with mindless animal vitality. Then another whistle, and one dark bloody buttock sprouted an arrow. The girl shrieked loudly this time, the arrowhead grating against hipbone, blood jetting from punctured ass cheek. The straining muscles of her rump slid over the barbs of the arrowhead, cutting themselves into ribbons. Every movement brought more cutting, more jagged pain.
This time the girl dropped, hunching over her folded legs like a feathered turkey. Her sides still labored for breath, her small bird-like hands clawing at the bloody dirt. Despite her awful wounds, Jen thought she looked lovely, a force of nature slowly surrendering her blood back to the earth. Her meat would remember her suffering, her struggle, and it nourish all those who ate it with her vibrant goodness.
The spell broke as Jen realized the hunter was still there, and all hunters dreamed of having two girls at once. The other girl was dying meat, not worth another arrow, while she has well over a hundred pounds of prime Asian meat and hide standing there waiting to be bagged.
A man stepped clear of some brush, a cool arrogant smile on his lips. He was big, with a weight-lifters build and a hard handsome face. At other times Jen would be hoping her asked her out for a date, but now she realized the only thing he wanted was the meat on her bones.
Jen gagged in fear, her teeth literally chattering as she saw his eyes travel over her smooth form. In an instant of insanity she felt a momentary bit of pride when she noted the bulge in his pants grow as he studied her graded her body. She unconsciously swiveled her hips a bit to give him a better view of her rump, her shoulders stretching forward a bit to raise her
breasts. She blushed when she realized what she was doing, that she was displaying herself like a slab of meat in a butcher shop.
The hunter walked forward casually, utterly confident that his prey was as good as taken. He stepped over to the first girl and kicked her lightly in the side of one firm tit, smirking at her weak groan and how one hand weakly wrapped itself around one of his boots. He kicked her hand away and stepped on the thin wrist, snapping it like a twig. The girl whimpered and hunched
up even more, waiting for death. The hunter stepped aside, dismissing the woman he had shot down, knowing she would be there waiting for him whenever her returned to her.
Jen simply stood rooted to her spot, as if it might all be a dream that would go away any second. Then she came free, and spun about and sprinted for the trees as fast as her mangled feet and tired lungs could manage. Perhaps he would be content with eating just one girl and leave her to the tender mercies of someone else.
No such luck. The fleeing Filipina heard a low mocking laugh and the tiny cinch of a bow being drawn taut. A last burst of heart-bursting energy hit her, for she knew any second she would feel the burn of an arrow inside her body. When it came it almost didn''t feel too bad, more like a painful kick in the ass than the horrible searing icepick she thought it might be. Kick in the ass it was, for she felt a brutal jolt right between her ass cheeks, felt her anus pop like someone had shoved a large hand up her butt. Jen pitched forward with a surprised grunt, crashing face first into a mat of leaves. The breath rushed from her lungs, her arms and legs thrashed about as she lay in pain. She heard another mocking laugh at her ineffective antics and saw a paid of boots next to her face.
She turned to look up at him, wincing in pain at the hot pain in her butt as her body twisted around the arrow shaft inside her. She felt a hot gush at her loins, and her twat spewed blood and piss over her legs. Jen felt desperately like she had to take a bowel movement, but she shat only an another spurt of blood. Jen realized the full feeling in her rectum was the arrow. Her bowels had been cleaned before the hunt, and she now smelled only the sharp metallic odor of fresh clean blood as it washed over her ass and legs. She looked at the hunter, searching for any sign of sympathy, for mercy, for release.
There was not a trace of anything gentle in his eyes. He put his bow down and squatted beside her, examining her mutilated ass. Her tugged on the arrow, ripping a scream out of Jen''s throat. He frowned, as if displeased that he had ruined such a lovely piece of meat. He then ran his callused hands over her body, roughly squeezing and poking as he graded her carcass.
That seemed to make him happier. He gave her tits a good hard squeeze and pulled out a huge serrated knife from his belt.
''Damm girl, shame it''s a real shame I whacked you in your butt. I was aiming for you leg, going to bring you down and play with you a bit. You just had to twitch when I shot, eh? Well I''m still going to use you, but I gotta cut that arrow out of you cunt first. I'''' be dammed if I''m going to cut my dick off inside you by fucking a razorhead inside that sweet little twat. Now this is going to hurt quite a bit, so feel free to scream all you want.''
Jen never imagined pain could be....like this. It was a molten wave, growing ever hotter, ever deeper, washing over her brain like a boiling bat. She felt the knife slide between her ass cheeks and cut the nerve-laden skin around her anus. She felt the steel inside her, prodding around the shaft, sinking deeper and deeper into her loins, till she felt the cruel metal invade her very womanhood. The blood gushed from her cunt and asshole in a torrent as she felt the arrowhead shift. She felt cutting, sawing.
Then enough meat had been cut to pull the arrow free. It came out with a obscene sucking sound, and the grinning man held it up before her face, the delicate tines soaked in her blood, bits of her vaginal flesh skewered to the unforgiving surface.
The man tossed the arrow aside and laughed. He rolled her over onto her back, spread her weakly kicking legs apart and unzipped his pants. A huge dick slipped out, already hard and hungry for the feel of her body. He slicked the organ over with her hot blood, then thrust it inside her cunt like he was driving a spear home into a wounded sow.
Jen grunted, but not in pleasure. She felt him fuck her, felt him fuck her wounds, thrusting and ramming torn tissue and shredded ends, felt him grow harder still from the knowledge of the pain he was causing her. They mated like animals, he ruthlessly rutting her, she squirming and twitching as she received him. He came, in a heavy jet, coating her savaged sexual meat with seed, the salty cum tormenting her ripped nerve endings till his sperm felt like a pool of lava in her loins.
"Dam, that was nice,'' he commented as he sat back on his knees, a happy shit-eating grin on his face. ''Shame you''re not tighter down there, but I know its tough being tight when you''ve been all cut up like that. Don''t worry, the only thing you cunts going to be used for again is as main course tonight. I think I''ll eat it myself, along with some of those yummy looking ribs you got there girl. Now, lets play a bit before you go. From the look of it you only got a few minutes left, so lets make them special.
Jen''s only consolation that death was near, that she would never live to feel the pain of being cooked alive. She almost made up for it by feeling herself being field dressed, the knife working like a surgical scalpel over her tender body. She felt her belly part like warm butter, felt the ghastly tugging as her guts were lifted out and tossed aside for the forest animals to dine on. Blood welled up into her mouth as her stomach vomited itself empty. Her hands waved about wildly, at one point touching the gory void in her middle. With horror she felt what the bottom of her rib cage felt like, stroked the smooth slippery underside of her skin and abdominal muscle, sensed the frantic workings of her diaphragm as it spasmed against an empty torso.
She was fucked again, and what was left of her cunt dimly responded, sending a last few feeble jolts of pleasure into her brain to mix with the waves of agony. Her last sensations were of cannibal rape, of teeth and phallus using her flesh equally, of pleasure and consumption as her body yielded to her master. Then, it was over.
The flames hissed gently as another drop of Jen''s fat dropped onto the embers. Her magnificent body was wrapped about a steel pole that ran from anus through her mouth, her baby-fat laden arms bound tightly to her slick sides, her long legs stretched along searing metal. Her small hands clutched an apple each, her lovely feet wrapped in tealeaves stuffed with rice and left to simmer into pudding-like softness. Her silken skin bore slice after slice of sweet fruits, the hot nectar soaking into the scalded skin and baking into a rich dark gold hue. Fats and oils streamed from her pores as her body released its hoarded fluids. Her tits had softened and bubhemorrhage, the soft leathern bags holding in a heavenly syrup of breast nectar and meaty broth. Her stitched belly bulged from a heavy load of stuffings that strained against her cooked skin and oozed from her cunt and anus.
Her face was still beautiful as it sat on a platter, the gentle almond eyes staring at the stump of her neck as it turned over the fire. The top of her head was missing, her brains replaced with a savory stew made from her heart and tongue.
Jen would have been proud at how well her body was received. There were over a dozen young women served that night, some oven or spit-roasted, a few stewed or served raw, another boiled and one even baked inside pastry dough, but Jen beat them all. Men and women gathered about her body in appreciation, sampling all she had to offer. They smacked their lips in appreciation as they dined on her sweet pain-spiced flesh, till there was not a scrap of left-overs. Sadly, the satisfied cannibals left her gnawed-over bones and went to their rest, to rise at dawn and hunt again.