Hunting Jamie by Merle Hill

Hunting Jamie by Merle Hill

I live in Colorado where we have huge National Forrest where I could hunt you naked and nobody would notice. We could drive out to the forest, and I’d show you on the map where you’d have to stay between the road and the river a few miles away, and I’d give you a head start then. We’d walk back into the forest where I have a camp cabin set up, and I’d tell you I’ll give you an hour head start. I’ll watch you strip naked, my eyes dancing over your body as you take off your shirt and bra, freeing your tits. Then you strip off your pants and underwear showing me your hams, ass and sweet 19 yo pussy covered with light, downy fuz. I’d notice your bare feet look soft and delicate, and thing that means you won’t be running over many rocks today. Then I’d store your clothes in the cabin, and follow you outside with a shovel.

As you get ready to run, you watch me starting to dig a hole in the ground.

“What’s that?” you ask.

“A fire pit, deermeat,” I say. “I’m planning on catching you and turning you into a delectable venison stew. You’d better get going before I finish or there won’t be much chase for me,” I smile at you. You take off toward the river, heading down a trail.

keep digging the fire pit, and after an hour put down the shovel, and pick up my backpack and rifle. I’ve come prepared to hunt you on familiar ground, and I’ve brought some “goodies” in my backpack for you if and when I catch you.

I start off into the woods, staying off of the trail. I know a shortcut to a great lookout hill overlooking part of the area where I saw you heading to, and in 20 minutes I’m on top of a bluff overlooking the trail leading down by a large meadow, some woods, and the river beyond. I sit down and get out my binoculars, and start looking in the treeline and edges of the meadow, the trail, and along the river. I’m patient, and I imagine how good you will smell when I catch you.

After about 10 minutes, I catch a glimpse of you poking out of the woods by the meadow; I’m smiling as I notice how white your tits are, and how they stand out as I look at you through the binoculars. You stand in the woods waiting to see if I’m coming down the trail following you, but I’ve got a different plan.

I move off of the lookout hill where watched your naked dearmeat, and start moving down toward the meadow. It’ll be about a half-mile hike through the woods, but I’m moving to come up behind you, and not come at you from the trail where you expect me. I move quickly but quietly through the woods, knowing that your bare feet will leave little noise, but also knowing that your bare body will keep you out of the thickets I’m avoiding. I use my compass and keep a good pace count to make sure I go past you in the woods, then double back to come up behind where you should be. After about 20 minutes, I’m coming up on the position where I saw you at the edge of the meadow.

I purposely make a loud crash through the trees, and I hear you about 50 yds away make a “gasp” sound, as you realize there’s something big coming at you through the woods. I bound forward through the trees to break out into the meadow, and I see you take off up the trail back toward the campsite. So far, so good, I think to myself.

I begin pursuing you at a run, and start to admire your naked body as I chase you. You have about a 200 yd lead, and I maintain my distance, being weighted down with my rifle and my gear while you are flying on your unshod feet and unencumbered by anything but your terror. I notice how your ass cheeks are swaying nicely side-to-side as you run. We run up the trail and through the campsite, and I notice you turn your head to look at the fire pit. Do you know that’s where your venison will end up roasting into succulent meat for my dinner?

You follow the trail past the campsite, and keep running into the woods now. On this side of the campsite the woods are a little thicker, and the trail narrows. As the woods close in on the trail, I sometimes loose site of your naked form as you go around the occasional turn in the trail. We’ve run about a half mile past the campsite, when you go to step over a log lying across the trail.

“Thwack!” you hear the sound of something crashing in the trees next to you, and you feel something grab your foot powerfully and jerk you off of your feet. Before you know it, you’re hanging upside down with your foot held by a rope snare. You’re swinging wildly upside down, and trying to understand what just happened.

I come up to you, and see you desperately trying to undo the slipknot holding your foot. I notice how your tits are jiggling with the effort.

“Well little deer, it looks like I caught you without killing you after all,” I smile.

Well little dearmeat, I think I won’t disappoint you:

I grab your squirming form, I wrestle your legs together and zip tie them together at the ankles. I take another piece of rope and make a leash I tie around your neck, and then hold in my hands. You start to struggle with the new restraint around your tender neck, and I whip your ass, back, and tits with the free end “Stop it bitch…..you’re meat now, and you’re mine, so you better get used to it!”

After you stop trying to get loose and calm down, I take my knife out and cut the rope holding you up off of the ground, and you crash into a heap at my feet. You jump up still defiant, and start trying to hop away but I grab the leash and jerk you hard, pulling you to the ground.

“Now you’re going to learn to be docile meat.” I look down at your face and see you ready to sob. “I’m going to show you that you can’t escape your date with the cutting table and the fire.”

I grab you and jerk you by your leash over to the large log still laying across the trail, and trow you across the log, belly down. I run the leash under the log and tie it to your knees, securing you to the log while bent over it tightly. I come around to your face, and start taking off my clothes.

“Are you going to cut me up here?” I hear you ask in a small, scared voice.

“No little doe meat…..I’m gonna start playing with my food here.” I answer. I peel off my clothes, and you see my growing hardon begging to be satisfied. I jump behind you, and press my dickhead against the opening to your vagina. “Get ready, cause I’m going to find out how tight a little dear cunt is,” I say with just a hint of glee. I take my fingers and spread your pussy, and ram my man pole into your tight pussy hard, feeling your slightly wet quim yield to the force I push against it.

I’d start pumping your sweet, tight pussy, feeling you resist at first as I raped your pussy, then as I kept at it I’d feel you start to get wetter against your will, and as I kept fucking you like an animal and grabbing onto your tits for leverage you’d start to push back into me, matching my rythm. All the while, I’d be saying things like “I love fucking your meatcunt knowing in a few hours you’re going to be tasty brown and on my dinner plate,” and “How’s your last fuck feel, deermeat?”

Suddenly I’d stop, and pull out with a “pop” from your tight but now wet pussy. “I want to save my last cum with you for a little later, and I have another treat for you, venison meat.” I feel you tense with anxiety, and jerk your head at my unexpected action, and twist to look at me “What are you going to do?” you ask with another scared look on your face.

“You’ll see……but now it’s time to get moving back to camp, and start getting you ready for the fire.” I respond.

I grab your hands which had been free, and tie them behind your back, and then untie the leash holding you to the log. I pick up my clothes and stuff them in my backpack, and then put it and my gun on my back, and pick up your leash. Then I cut the rope between your ankles….I look into your scared eyes and say “You can’t get away, and if you try I will just punish you more, deermeat. So come along like a nice, scared doe that you are and we’ll get you to your date as meet in about an hour.”

We walk back to camp fairly quietly, you occasionally lagging a bit, prompting me to roughly jerk your leash and almost pull you off of your feet. We get back to camp in about 15 minutes, and I lead you to my heavy picnic table next to the fire pit. I tell you to lie down face up on the table, and then I tie you down with your legs spread, and your knees pulled back and up toward your armpits.

After I have you tied down to the table, I walk over to the fire pit, and stack the wood I’m going to cook you over. I carefully lay the tinder, kindling, and the big fuel logs next to the fire pit, then light the tinder. I see you jump a little when the flames become visible, and I quickly catch the tinder then fuel on fire.

“We’ll give it a little time to burn down into coals,” I say walking back to you. “In the meantime I need to get you into condition for the fire.” I grin at your splayed figure tied to the table: your arms are tied above your head and anchored to the corners of the table, and your knees and ankles are tied to the table tightly so you can’t move around much. Your pussy and asshole are totally exposed by having your knees pulled up and spread apart so they’re almost touching your nipples. And your tight, pink nipples stiffen as I let my gaze wander over your body.

“Well, might as well get to to cutting,” and I walk up to your face and put a ball gag in front of your mouth. “Any last words, deermeat?”

“Just that I love the idea of becoming meat, and I want you to hurt me…….and remember me long after the taste has faded from your tounge,” you say. Then you open your mouth to take the gag, and I push it deep in your mouth and fasten it behind the back of your head. Then I pick up a small skinning knife. “Here comes the first cut, deer,” I say with a laugh.

I begin slicing around your asshole, carefully splitting the difference between your anal ring and the entrance to your pussy. I deepen the cut and trace its circle a couple of times, then put down the knife. “First organs comming out,” I say, and slide two fingers deep in your asshole and grasp your rectum, and start pulling. I pull out first your rectum, then about 6’ of large intestine, then using both my hands I keep pulling on the slender, slimy snake that is your small intestine. After I get about 30’ of it out of you, I feel resistance, and know I’ve run to the end of your gut. I cut it off, and let the whole slimy snake fall into a large square pan on the ground.

“That was easy,” I say……”Now for the marinade!” I pick up a large shiny marinade injector that looks like a metal quart-sized hyperdermic, and begin injecting small amounts of marinade into your ass muscles, your thighs, your calves, your rib muscles, and finally your tits. “Yeah, it’ll burn like crazy dearmeat……that’s why I gaged you,” I say, looking at your wide-eyed pain-filled face. I put down the injector and take about 5 minutes to rub all of the flesh where I injected the spicy marinade.

Then I turn my attention to your tummy. “Time to take your stomach, slut meat, then I can stuff you.” I reach up through the gaping hole where your asshole was with one hand and a pair of small, curved pruning shears, and feel your stomach. I quickly push it to the side, then slide my arm up further into you so it’s buried past my elbow, and cut your esphagus which is hollding your stomach to your body. I pull your stomach out, and dump it in a cake pan on the table next to you: “That’ll make some great girl hagis later, when I stuff it with your cooked kidneys, some lung, and some liver.”

“Now to stuff you…….this won’t hurt like marinade,” I say, and pick up a large coookie dough gun. “It’s stuffed with onion and breadcrumb stuffing….my favorite” I smile, and push the gun up into your body, and load your empty belly up with stuffing. I repeat the proccess three more times until I see your belly start to expand with it’s load of stuffing, and then I pull out the last gun and stitch up your ruined ass.

“Now for the best part…..the finishing!”

I get up on the table, and you see that my prick is standing at attention. I lean over you and set my knees on either side of your ass, and bring my meathead to your pussy’s entrance. “I just love the last part of stuffing…..and I’m sure you will too,” I smile, and then thrust into your slightly gaping pussy. It’s sopping wet, and I know that means you’ve loved getting cut up as I prepared you, and you’re already meat in your mind. I start pumping slowly and in long, even strokes, eventually burying my prick to the hilt into you.

I feel your sopping-wet pussy yield to my dick, and know that this is what you’ve always wanted: to become butchered meat, and to be fucked just before the fire. I grab your tits, and begin fondling them, and then grabbing them hard like a handle to hold onto you with them as I begin to fuck you harder. I feel you starting to push back into me, matching my rhythm, pushing your pussy up to embrace my cock. We keep picking up the pace, and soon I feel you starting to grunt against the gag in your mouth, and then I feel you start to shudder with your final cum, and I dump my seed into your pussy.

“There little deermeat, that’s your final seasoning for the fire!” I wheeze out as I fill your vagina.

I slowly decelerate, and then pull out, and then pick up a cucumber from the cooler. I peel ti quickly with a knife, and push it into your pussy. “There, that will garnish your cuntlet for the fire. I walk over to your head, and pull off the ball gag, and then replace it with an apple, shoving it deep into your mouth so you bite down on it.

“You look like such a lovely, stuffed meat girl…..you’re going to cook up so nicely!”

I bring over the spit, which is designed to to hold you without piercing your body. “This is my live roaster spit, so you can enjoy the fire caressing your tight body,” I explain. I untie your hands and feet, and secure you to the spit with steel wire, tightly binding your hands behind your back. I use the wire to tie you to the spit at your neck, just below your tits,around your waist, your knees, and your ankles. There are small crossbars behind your knees and chest that keep you turning firmly on the spit.

“Now you look good enough to cook!,” I exclaim, and then pick you and the spit up and carry you over to the fire. I carefully place the spit on the supports at each end of the fire pit, then spread the fire coals out along the length of the pit. I go and get a large bowl of barbecue sauce, and start brushing it onto your body, eventually covering you with deep red-colored sauce that smells spicy and delicious. I start turning you slowly, and then stop to wrap your hair in tin foil.

“I don’t want you to burn, dear deermeat.”

Then I keep turning you, slowly seeing your nipples show the first signs of being cooked as they dried and then split in the heat. I brush the sauce on them, and think how delicous your tight, hard nipples will be. I take the brush, and graze it up and down your pussy slit as I see your eyes start to go half-closed.

“Soon, little venison……soon you’ll be cooked meat,” I gently whisper in your ear.

A little later your begin to moan gently, and thrust your pussy slightly to meet the brush, and a little later you stop moving, then stop breathing. I baste my meat some more, and think of the beautiful feast you’ve become.

The End.