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Posted by PK on October 30, 2001 at 16:46:06:

"And eat me. You can't eat me all at once, that's not possible. What are you going to do,
invite friends round? Have a barbecue party?"

"Oh, right. No, of course not. Not all at once and no friends." Amanda smiled. "I'm not
sharing you with anyone." She kissed Rachel's breast possessively. "You're mine."

"Serial monogamy, huh?"

Amanda laughed. "Something like that. No, I'll just eat your cunt and a nice cut of your
rump." She squeezed Rachel's right buttock in emphasis. "Rare, of course."

"Oh, of course. How else? What happens to the rest of me?"

"Don't worry, you won't go to waste. I'm going to field dress you. That basically means I hang
you up by the heels and gut you. It won't hurt, I'll cut your throat first. It's quick that way, trust
me. Then I'll take the cuts I want and cook them. A nice open camp fire, I thought. Once I've
had my supper, I'll carry you back to the lodge and put you in the cold room. I'll be eating
you for quite some time." She smiled at her fondly.

Rachel smiled back. The thought of Amanda eating her after she died didn't disturb her, it
was strangely comforting. "So I'll be part of you?" The woman is completely insane and now
so am I, she thought. It must be contagious.

"You do understand!" said Amanda happily and kissed her full on the mouth.

"One last request?"

"Of course."

"Slit my belly first. I want to know what it feels like."

Amanda raised an eyebrow. "You're weird," she said. "I like that in a woman."

Rachel saw that Amanda seemed to have finished with the fire. In the gathering evening it
looked comforting and homey. She was going to be eaten outdoors, a fireside picnic for one.
It seemed appropriate. Amanda approached across the small clearing in front of the cabin.
She was still naked, wearing only the sheathed knife and carrying a leather kit bag over her
shoulder. She looked magnificent, a pagan goddess. Rachel felt absurdly proud of her. She
wanted the Amazon to touch her again.

"I've got to shave you, Rachel. Hold still, please." Amanda fished out a pair or scissors. She
cut off the excess pubic hair quickly and tucked it into a pocket of the bag. Next came a
safety razor. Rachel noticed that the knife on her thigh was in easy reach. Could she get it
out without Amanda noticing? From here she could stab Amanda in the stomach easily. She
reached for it, touched the haft as Amanda was absorbed in shaving her. One strong hand
casually flicked her arm away.

"Don't, please, Rache, I might nick you if you distract me. Do it again and I'll have to tie you."

"Sorry. I had to try." As if she could have drawn the six inch knife without Amanda feeling it!

"Of course," Amanda replied offhandedly, "I'd have done the same." She continued to work
carefully. "What were you aiming for, belly or femoral artery?" Her tone was conversational.

"Belly, I thought. Probably silly, you'd still have had time to kill me."

"If you got me first? Why would I do that? Femoral's better, by the way."

Rachel thought about it. If Amanda were dying, would she want revenge? Probably not.

"If you're not going to be around to eat me, why kill me, you mean?"

"That's right. It's not as if I'd blame you." She pulled a damp towel out and wiped Rachel
clean. "All done." She kissed her between the legs. "Time to get you cleaned and cut off my
supper. It's been nice knowing you, Rachel."

"Wish I could say the same." It sounded wrong and she regretted it. "Sorry, I didn't mean it to
sound like that."

"That's okay." Amanda surveyed her approvingly and reached for the knife. Rachel reached
out and grabbed her buttocks. Amanda resisted at first, then she understood and let Rachel
draw her in and bury her head in her crotch.

"You're ..oh..full of surprises...Rache."

Rachel pulled her head back for a breath. "What's so surprising, a sixty niner while hanging
from a branch like a slaughtered deer with the woman who's going to eat me? Doesn't
everybody do it these days?"

Amanda's snorted laugh was cut off as she reciprocated.

Rachel fully expected that Amanda would kill her as she climaxed and she let herself rise to
it, pushing her pelvis eagerly into the Amazon's mouth. It wasn't a bad way to go, she
thought, clutching Amanda's firm rump and licking her passionately through her thick fur.
Then she was gasping, writhing helplessly. She barely saw Amanda step back as she lost
control, but she felt it, felt the hungry mouth leave her crotch as Amanda's own pulled away
from her. She let it go and let her head fall back, arching her body forward, proudly offering
her throat and belly to the knife, waiting for the kiss of the blade.

She didn't know whether she heard the rifle's crack before she felt the blow to her side. In
shock and confusion, she saw a flurry of movement as Amanda's legs disappeared, heard a
second crack and then the world faded out.

Rachel awoke in a bed, in what appeared to be a hospital room. There was something very
strange about that and she tried to work out what it was. Her head felt fuzzy. Had she been
doped? Memory trickled back. What was strange, she realised, was that she had awoken at
all. The last she remembered, she was about to be slaughtered, then someone - shot her? It
couldn't have been Amanda, surely? Had she been rescued? Was Amanda dead? Somehow,
she couldn't believe it. She hoped not.

The door opened and a familiar form entered. This time she was wearing a perfectly normal
outfit of denim jeans and T-shirt. There were a few scratches on her bare arms, but she
looked and smelled fresh. She carried a bunch of flowers. "Hi there," she said "Feeling
better? Don't worry, hunt time's over. I'm not here to finish you off."

"Hello, Amanda. I didn't think you were." It was true, it simply hadn't crossed her mind that
the huntress would kill an injured woman in a hospital bed. Though she carried with her the
same aura of almost inhuman vitality and power that she'd had before, there was no sense of
menace in it. "Amanda, what the hell happened? Did somebody shoot at me? At us?"

"Poacher," she said. "He shot you. Probably aiming at me. He should have been, anyway.
Take out the danger first, right? Don't worry, I got him. After that, I slapped a field bandage
on you and brought you here, to the infirmary. You'd lost a bit of blood but you should be fine
now. What with modern regenerative treatments and so forth, you'll be out of here in no time
without a scratch on you." She smiled.

"Got him?" Rachel was still a little confused. No, make that a lot confused.

Amanda made a throat slitting gesture.

"Oh, right, of course. Then you brought me here? What, carried me a mile by yourself?"

"About that. Yes, I could have rigged a travois but time was of the essence. You'd lost a fair
bit of blood"

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Amanda gave her a warm smile. She sat down on the bed and stroked
Rachel's hair fondly. "Shall I go? You look a bit dazed."

Rachel tried to gather her thoughts. This was almost surreal. She felt Amanda's physical
presence like heat. It seemed to her that the woman could eat her up in two bites, but she
wasn't worried about that. Had she missed a step somewhere? "Sorry if this is a silly
question," she said apologetically, "but weren't you just about to kill me anyway?"

Amanda looked faintly embarrassed. "Well, yes. I suppose when you put it like that it doesn't
make much sense, does it? It's just," she made a vague gesture, "the bastard spoiled my kill.
It didn't seem right after that."

Rachel couldn't help pressing the point. "But you'd already caught me, fair and square. I
couldn't escape. Two more minutes and you've have slit my throat, gutted me and been
toasting my juicy bits on a stick."

"God, yes, and I was so looking forward to it." She sighed. "It just didn't feel right, that's all.
The mood was ruined, it was all wrong. Sorry and all that." Then she chuckled. "Silly, of
course. Stroke of luck from your point of view, wasn't it?"

"I'd say so. Sorry to have deprived you...."

Amanda waved theh irony away. "Not at all. It was hardly your fault, was it? Anyway, I had a
pretty good day. I had a great time hunting you, I got laid and I did make a kill, just not the
one I expected. I'd have liked to eat you too, certainly, but I can't complain. Of course, if
you'd like to do it again?" She looked faintly hopeful.

"Thanks all the same but I'd rather not. I mean, I wouldn't have missed it for the world, but
once was enough." Amanda nodded briskly, she clearly hadn't expected her to respond any
differently.

"Fair enough. I don't suppose you'd like to have a drink with me some day soon? Maybe
dinner, or a show?"

Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Amanda, are you asking me out? As, on a date?"

"Well, yes. The stalking game isn't the only thing you did well first time. Anyway, it's not just
the sex, I like you very much, I thought you knew that."

"Thanks, and I'm flattered. You're not so bad yourself for a bloodthirsty Amazon. But I'm
afraid I still prefer men. Not that I didn't enjoy doing it with you, I had a suprisingly good time
considering, but all the same I'm still more or less straight. Ish. Besides - and please don't
take this the wrong way - I don't know if I could handle a relationship with somebody who's in
the habit of eating people."

Amanda nodded ruefully and stood up. "Considered a serious faux pas in some circles, yes.
Well, it was worth a try. If you ever change your mind, about that or the hunt, you can reach
me here. They don't have to be to the death, you know. I'd settle for getting you in the sack
again. I could learn a lot from you." She handed Rachel a card. "No hard feelings, I hope?"
She held out her hand.

Rachel shook it. "No, of course not." Something was still bothering her. She frowned
distractedly..

"Something wrong? Anything I can do?"

"No. Yes. Amanda, did I go insane?"

"You're asking me? Most people think I'm a lunatic. What do you mean?"

"At the end there, I almost wanted you to kill me," she confessed. "No, that's a lie. I did want
you to. Have I gone off my rocker? I've never been suicidal. Never." It was embarrassing, but
not as much as she would have thought. She felt more comfortable confiding in Amanda
over this than she would have with anyone else. She had been there.

Amanda sat down again and took her hand. "Don't be silly, you're the sanest person I know.
You don't want to die now, do you? You're glad you survived, right? You refused to let me
hunt you again. Look, Rachel, it happens sometimes. The hunt, having sex knowing I was
going to kill you, it creates a rapture, a bonding, I don't know the psychobabble for it but it
does happen. You were having an orgasm, for God's sake, what was supposed to be your
last. In your position, enjoying it was the only sensible response."

Rachel smiled. "I suppose that makes sense. It's just strange the way I gave up at the end."

"No, it isn't. Rache, you ran me into the ground all day. You nearly knocked the stuffing out of
me with a booby trap. Nice one, by the way. Hanging from a branch, you tried to stab me with
my own knife. Trust me, you didn't give in easily. I should know, I've seen quitters and people
with death wishes. You're not like that."

"Yes, well, about the knife business." She sighed. "The funny thing is, I wasn't at all sorry
when I failed. I was relieved as much as anything. Relieved. As in, that's all over with, I can
get on with being killed."

"Is that all? No mystery there. You'd accepted your death, but when you saw the knife you
felt you had to try anyway. It's hard for most people to switch mental gears like that. You
can't all be bloodthirsty killer dykes like me." She gave her a wry smile.

Rachel smiled back. "Point taken. Speaking of which, how did you get the poacher? You
were naked, with just a knife, he had a gun."

"Exactly. He didn't stand a chance, odds like that." She smiled dangerously.

Amanda had reached cover seconds after the first bullet hit Rachel. The second shot went
nowhere. In the gathering dark it had been child's play to stalk the man. She didn't so much
endure the scratches and bruises as disregard them, she was out for blood, single minded.
Her final charge from cover took her prey by surprise, he had lost track of her completely and
was about to move. To gather Rachel's body, perhaps, she would never know. The last thing
he saw was the naked red haired Fury who sprang at him, her face barely human, teeth
bared in a snarl. He tried to bring the gun to bear but she flicked it aside contemptuously with
her left hand. The right hand took him by the throat, and as he clawed at it the left came back
in a strange looking blow, palm forward. As the heel of her hand struck home, his neck
snapped like a twig.

After bandaging Rachel she hadn't bothered to waste time dressing before carrying her back
to the lodge, all the while muttering 'hang on, Rache' to the unconscious girl, worried sick and
only vaguely conscious of the irony of that. Her arrival naked, carrying another naked female
with a gunshot wound, had caused some comment, but not much surprise. After all, Amanda
was Amanda.

"Okay, don't tell me." said Rachel. "What's funny?"

"Have a drink with me some time and I might tell you," Amanda teased. "look, I've got to go
now. Keep the card. If you don't call, well then," she shrugged, "take care or yourself, okay?"

"You too." After she left, Rachel looked at the card, put it down again and sat in reverie for a
while. She shook her head in disbelief. Then she reached beneath the covers and touched
the smooth flesh between her legs briefly. Her souvenir, a reminder that it hadn't been a
dream. Should she grow it back or not? She lay back on the pillows, closed her eyes and
smiled. She fell asleep.