It is a wonderful house on the flat of a hill overlooking a beautiful
wooded valley in the Canadian wilderness, far from much other human
encroachment. Plate glass windows in the lounge reveal this view but
attract little attention from you as you wake among furs in front of a huge
fireplace. With sleepy eyes you watch as I stoke the fire to chase away the
falls early morning chill.
I look to you and you crack a grin, remembering last night. Giggling
mightily as I leap atop you and bury you further into the furs with my
passion, you respond with lust.
Breakfast is soon forgotten but lunch is more insistant. Reluctantly, after
much distraction, I start to cook us a meal and you get up to open the other
plate glass windows.
"It's turned into a beautiful day." You tell me as you soak in the suns
warmth. You look out into the back yard and admire its beauty. The house
had been built bordering an ancient graveyard, unused for over a hundred
years. The back 'yard' was this graveyard, only slightly recovered from the
wilds that had sought to reclaim it. Only a few head stones had survived
the years but some of the graves were still discernable by their sunken
hollows. By day at least though, all this just added to the magic of the
place. The enormous trees of the yard mysteriously towered over the rest of
the surrounding forest and meadows.
You are lost in revelry, absording the majesty of it all, feeling its
power, its primal eroticism. The aroma of chowder wafts through the air
and you feel my hand on your shoulder. You look smiling into my face then
down to take the bowl I offer you. We walk out to sit among the the trees
of the yard as we eat. You bask in the moment, seldom have you known such
peace and contentment. You could die now.
We stretch out naked in the noon hour heat atop the blanket I have brought.
With sleepy caresses we massage each other into a nap.
You wake quietly a little later and look at me still sleeping. My eyes
closed are moving, I am dreaming, what you wonder as you look down to see my
cock, furiously erect. I squirm seductively in my sleep and you smile
mischievously as you rise up over me. You straddle my hips and softly so as
not to wake me, guide my cock inside you. As you start to ride me my eyes
peak open and I smile a huge surprised grin. We laugh joyously as we make
love among the bird song and the forest breeze.
Playfully I start to tickle you and giggling madly you try to escape,
without much success. I stop to kiss you deeply. You think you see in my
movement the intention to start tickling you again, so you squeal, leap up
and run laughing. I jump after you and chase you about the yard.
You dodge around the trees and through the paths cut between the bushes. I
chase but don't catch you. You squeeze between branches that I cannot pass
and realize that I might never catch you. You stop to suggest a change in
our game.
You see my face flushed with the excitement of the chase and ask, "You like
hunting me huh?"
I am panting, I nod my head lustfully.
"You'll never catch me." You say teasingly. I lunge for you but you easily
leap aside.
"What say I make it a bit easier for you?" You suggest, "Wait just a
moment." You say as you dash into the house. You return a moment later
with a little toy bow and a quiver of little arrows with rubber suction
cups. "I brought you a present." You say as you hand them to me.
"Oh wow!" escapes my lips as I take them, the expression on my face
reassuring you that you had nailed it. I sling the quiver over my shoulder
and extract an arrow. I notch it to the string and draw it back. You stand
there for a moment, your belly exposed and clearly my target, surprised at
what you feel. Then you run and my little arrow goes wide.
Quickly you lose me in the forest and you stop, waiting. After a moment I
pass by and see you and take another shot, but you are already moving and
the shot has no chance. You lose me again in the trees and wait. I see
you from a distance and shoot but the little bow has no power or accuracy
and falls far short.
"Tell you what!" you shout to me. "Every two minutes I'll stop, find an
open space, close my eyes and slowly turn in a complete circle. That ought
to give you a chance with that bow." Then you take off to lose yourself
in the woods.
You are the hunted. You are prey. The excitement of the game
invigorates you. You feel the thrill especially every two minutes when you
with your eyes shut, become my target as you slowly turn. The experience is
wild, and yet you wish you could feel that it wasn't just a game. It's fun,
but what a rush the adrenaline must be in a real hunt.
You catch a glimpse of me though the branches and a thrill goes though you
as you feel that adrenaline rush! I am carrying a real bow and arrow!
You turn and run wildly into the forest, your breath coming in huge gasps.
You feel fear and yet at the same time excitement like you have never known.
You run harder than before, your thoughts are clearer, your hiding places
better. And then you stop, find a clear spot, and hardly believing what you
are doing, you close your eyes and slowly turn around in a complete circle.
'Am I mad?' You think to yourself as you take off again, knowing that you
cannot stay in one place or I will most certainly find you. Over and over
you, you wonder that question as you again stop to make yourself an easier
target. Then a minute and a half into a run you see me near you!
You freeze! You saw me for a moment, but you aren't sure if I saw you!
Carefully you back up, turn and run from where you saw me. A few moments
later, trembling, you stop, squeeze your eyes shut and with your arms
spread, slowly turn around. Fear courses through your veins, but at the
same time you are filled with incredible excitement. You complete your
circle and let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. You are
relieved yet strangely also vaguely disappointed. Confused you run again
into the forest.
The hunt goes on. Many times you see me close, sometimes you see that I
have seen you and you run even harder. Always however, every two minutes
you stop and become my target. Always however, I do not see you at that
moment.
Then you find an object in a small clearing. You walk up to it to see. It
is a large board, six feet square with concentric rings painted on it as a
target. It rests securely ever so slightly angled toward the sky. The
bullseye has a round cork plate six inches thick sticking out of the targets
center, with the words, "Place Belly Here" painted on it. There are two
projections near the bottom corners where to place feet, and there, as well
as the top corners, are leather straps.
Hardly believing what you are doing you put your back to the target and
mount the little projections. Your belly is at the exact center, just where
it says your belly should be, the cork plate forcing you to arch your back
and stick out your belly. Still feeling as if your body almost has a will
of its own you watch horrified yet enraptured as you reach down and fasten
the straps first around one ankle and then the other. When they are secure
you tie one arm to the target then lay the other arm where it would rest
were it tied. Then you lay your head back and close your eyes to wait.
Your mind is in turmoil wondering, screaming, "What am I doing?" Yet you
wait. You don't wait long.
You hear my footsteps approach you and you keep your eyes shut, trembling.
I have stopped in front of you. You whisper, "One of my hands isn't tied."
You feel me tie you securely and you relax, amazed that that should be your
reaction. You open your eyes to see me standing, staring at what I see. I
have been hunting you with a real bow and now you are tied spread eagle to
an archery target. You hang there helpless, naked and exposed for me to
use. My erection strains to burst!
I come close to you and admire you. The look in my eyes, one you have not
seen before but are glad of. I reach out and wipe my hand over your cunt.
It comes back soping wet as your body trembles from my touch. Your whole
body is quivering on the edge of orgasm. Never in your life have you ever
been so excited!
"Oh Yes!" You cry, "Take me!" I lick my fingers clean and smile wickedly.
I pick up the bow and move to stand ten feet in front of you. I notch an
arrow and you stare eyes wide as I aim it at you. Unbelieving, you see your
body respond, wanting, yearning, needing. 'What am I doing?' you think to
yourself.
"What am I ..." You whisper out loud.
I respond, "You are a piece of meat, waiting to be butchered."
You hang there feeling what I just said, being what I just said. Open and
waiting for my arrow, you accept. I let fly the arrow!
Your belly bursts! Your orgasm strikes! You cry out as your body quakes in
dying ecstacy! My arrow impales you deep through the bottom of your belly.
You feel your blood gushing both inside and outside your body.
I watch you hang there trembling, bleeding and moaning as it dawns on you
that I have killed you. You look back into my eyes and see utter satiation
there. You close your eyes content that your sacrifice is worth it.
You feel me grasp the arrow and your eyes fly open wide as I pull the arrow
out from inside you with a slurp. You groan for your loss but smile as you
see a knife clenched in my hand. You gasp hugely as I plunge the knife deep
inside the very bottom of your belly and then shriek as I rip it upwards to
cut open a wide gash.
I step very close and thrust my cock inside your cunt and start to fuck you
as your blood gushes over me. Then you watch amazed as I thrust one hand
inside the gash in your belly, through your guts, to grasp your vagina from
the inside. My cock is huge, as I start to masturbate myself while inside
you with your vagina.
The sensation of it reduces you to an animal as you thrash and gurgle
incoherently. You are so lost that you barely notice me plunge the knife
back into you repeatedly, cutting your insides to pieces. I carve huge
slices into you and cut you wide open in many places. I put the blade under
your breasts one at a time and slice deep, then I cut them wide open right
through the nipples.
You start to feel your orgasm carry you away and I sense it too. I put my
mouth to yours with a savage kiss, my teeth tearing at your lips and tongue
and as I feel your last breath come into me I slice with the knife deep into
your throat right to the bone!
Peter