Camping Trip

It was dark; the room was completely devoid of any light. She had felt her way into a corner, the sound of her naked flesh squeaking across the floor was the only noise that could be heard. She wept quietly for herself and for her friend. They had decided to go camping, Julie and her, sleep out under the skies. It was so peaceful, they had just closed their eyes when there was a rustling sound and they were scooped up in their sleeping bags. Before they could react the tops were roped so they could not escape and they were being carried away. The girls screamed and tried to get out but all they could hear were muffled laughs, and hands, hand that groped and squeezed them. And they had dumped them in this room. Julie was with her, until they came later for her. They dragged her by the hair kicking and screaming from the room. Sarah tried to help, but they were too strong, and pushed her away. As one dragged Julie out the other came over and ripped all of her clothes off, she expected to be raped, but he left her there, naked.

The room wasn’t cold, it was chilled. She huddled into a fetal position and tried to stop herself from shaking. There were no noises; the darkness was so thick she swore she could see shadows. What was happening to Julie? She tried to sleep, but couldn’t.

When the door finally opened, the light nearly blinded her. Two figures approached her, she squinted to see, but they were only silhouettes to her. A deep voice stated firmly, “Get in the bag.” She was confused and disorientated, “What?” The voice got angry, “Do not make me tell you again, get in the bag.” She began to shake again and weep, “I don’t want to get in the bag! Who are you, what do you want, where’s Julie!!!” She was screaming and running her hands through her hair. The voice had no patience, “Do we have to make you get in?” She had backed herself up to the wall and was crouching down, uncontrollably crying, “I don’t want to get in the bag!!!” “Get in!” the voice now yelled. Slowly she began to crawl forward, the bag was lowered, and she crawled in. It was a smooth material, tyvek? When she was half in he lifted the bag and she plopped in. They carried her out, her sobs the only sound that could be heard.

She heard doors opening, they sounded large, and she could smell the outdoors, but dared not call out. Then they hung her on a hook and she heard the doors close, but through the silence she could hear others, crying like she was. She heard a voice call out, “Hello?” She knew that voice, “Julie?” “Oh my god, Sarah is that you?” Soon other voices found the courage to call out. They all told each other their stories of what brought them here, there were 12 of them. Soon a silence fell on them; the sound of the truck that held them, driving to a place no one knew was all that could be heard. Sarah whispered to Julie, “Julie, where did they take you?” Julie held back a few sobs and began to speak softly, “After they dragged me out of the room they threw me down on the floor. It was their living room or something, they had the ballgame on, and they just left me there for a few minutes. Two of them sat on the couch, ignoring me completely. Then the third one came up, grabbed me from behind, and tore all my clothes off and…” She began to sob. “Don’t tell me if you don’t want to”, Sarah tried to comfort her friend. “No, I wanna tell”, Julie insisted, “he raped me, anally. Then each one of them took turns, my vagina, my ass, on my back, facing them, sometimes they didn’t even look at me, they were watching that fucking game. At one time I begged them to stop, I pleaded with them why were they doing this to me?”

“What did they tell you?”

Julie hesitated for a second, then quietly released it, “They said they always have fun with the meat.”

Sarah cried, “Oh my god.”

Julie continued, “It went on like this all night. They would take breaks and just leave me on the floor crying. Then two of them went to bed, I thought that was it, but the third one he called me over. I started to get up, but he told me to come over on all fours, that’s how meat walks. I came up and he petted me like a dog, started to feel my lips, told me I had a nice full mouth. Then he pulled his penis out and told me to lick it.. I did, and then he shoved it into my mouth and told me to suck like my life depended on it. He was playing with my hair as I sucked him, then he hooked his leg around my head and pulled me in tight. His penis went down my throat, I almost threw up! But I kept going until he came down my throat. He began to pound into my face until he was completely drained. Then he let me sit next to him while he petted me. I almost nodded off until he grabbed my hair, pulled me across the room and threw me into a cage. He locked the door, turned off the light. The next morning they told me to get in the bag… and I did.”

The conversation was over, the truck had slowed down and they were pulling in somewhere. The truck bumped and shook, like they were driving on a dirt road, and then it stopped. The girls were all carried out of the truck, tossed on the ground, the bags were opened and they were poured out. They stood there naked, trying to adjust to the light. A few men came around and put collars with leashes on each girl. Julie held Sarah’s hand as one man came forth and began to evaluate the girls. He grabbed at them, weighing their breasts, their rumps, feeling the meat on their ribs, he would crouch down and run his hands up and down their legs then yell out “pig!” or “deer!” and the girl would be led off by a handler. When he approached Sarah he looked at their hands, “Friends? That’s nice; we’ll let you stay together.” The girls almost felt relief. He grabbed Julie’s face and squeezed her cheeks, he felt her shoulders, weighed each breast, ran his hands across her belly, squeezing her. Then he turned her around and began to grab at the meat on her back, he cupped her rump, and felt her thighs. He looked her in the eye examining her hair, “Redheads, can’t get enough of them.” He moved on to Sarah, “Look at this, blonde, blue eyes, in great shape, this is as close to perfect as you get boys!” He put his thumb in her mouth, “Suck my thumb girl”, he ordered her. She did as she was told, as he felt the meat on her in the same way he did Julie. Then he called two men forward, he looked at Julie and said, “Pig”, then at Sarah, “this one is a prize doe, keep them together I have a group that will love them.”

They were taken into a large open barn, there seemed to be hundreds of girls there. Some were being led by handlers, others tied together in groups. Sarah noticed a petite brunette squirming; she cried out to one of the handlers, “I have to pee!” The handler grabbed her by the neck, forced her into a squatting position and told her to pee on the hay that covered the floor. She cried and looked around, as they went by Sarah saw the girl start to urinate. They were led through the barn and into a smaller room; there they were tied to a wall and told to stay. They looked behind them, there behind the Plexiglas were four tubes, and in it sat a girl up to their chins in a light brown liquid and sitting on a small stool. “You gals get a good look, I guess your next.” The supervisor informed them. “What is this?” Julie asked. The man got a big huge smirk on his face, and told them while he looked them over real close, “It’s a marinade station, but we have some fun here. Them stools the cows are sitting on have a little part that goes up their butts and helps them balance. Then we fill the tube up with marinate and watch the show, right up to their chins, look at them pretty faces trying to stay above.” And he laughed. The girls squeezed each others hands and watched the helpless girls balance on their stools and keep their mouths above the marinade. Sarah felt Julie squeeze her hand harder, she turned and saw that the supervisor had bent her over and was spreading her ass cheeks apart, feeling her back and around her wide round rump. “Whooee, look at the meat on this piggy!” he screamed. Julie’s eyes were wide open looking to her for help, but there was nothing she could do, the man began to push his penis up her ass, her grip hardened on Sarah and she bit her lower lip, a tear ran down her face. She looked down towards the floor as the man took pleasure in her, humping in and out and stopping to lick the suet off her neck and back, all the time licking his lips and making sounds of satisfaction. “Man, what I would give to try a piece of you pig!” he told her. Julie began to emit sad little moans and grunts as he worked her. Sarah found she could not stop watching. The man finished and smacked Julie’s butt, walking away whistling. Julie stood up, eyes still towards the floor, as cum ran down her leg.

The man who had brought them here returned, he asked the supervisor, “How much time left in the tubes for these ones?” “Still another 15 minutes”, he told him. “Shit I wanted to marinate the redhead, but no time. Thanks!” Julie wailed as the reality of her fate became unavoidable.

They left there and entered another building, Julie’s lower lip trembling. Another man came out and began to take Julie away. She grabbed Sarah’s hand, Sarah turned to the man, and “We’re not supposed to be separated.” “Awww don’t you worry, you’ll see your friend real soon.” And he led Julie away, she watched Sarah soulfully as she was taken.

Sarah was taken into a different room. “Put this on”, she was told. The man watched her as she put on the leather outfit on the chair. It was very skimpy consisting of a collar that had a strip front and back that went straight down to the waist where it got thinner and went through the crack in her ass and her vagina. She was uncomfortable, but didn’t have time to think about it; suddenly a portly man in a chef’s outfit entered the room. “Who’s next?” he cheerfully announced. “This is the show for the Peterson party” he was informed. “Excellent, excellent! Oh look at this prize,” he eyed Sarah, “Blonde, muscular, I could make a luscious desert out of you my dear!” “She’s a doe for later, but you’re assistant for now.” the man informed the chef. The chef grabbed the right side of Sarah rump in his hand, and firmly kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He withdrew it after fully tasting her, “So sweet, so very sweet, I will enjoy you more later. For now when we enter the room you will follow my every command. If you hesitate too long, or deny me, I will make you suffer, do you understand. Sarah nodded her head. “That is no good”, he bellowed, “Answer me yes sir.” “Yes sir” she demurely answered. “Come with me”, he grabbed her leash, “it is Showtime!”

They entered a room that was wall to wall steel. On the center was a wooden table and mounted upon it, on all fours, was Julie. Her hands and feet were buckled in, and her leash attached to a pole on the side of the table. The chef approached the four men seated in the chairs; the whole scene reminded Sarah of a play. As the Chef greeted each man, Sarah stood next to Julie, whose eyes once again looked up at her wide open with fear and confusion, she whispered a quiet whine, “they’re going to eat me Sarah.” The chef came up next to Sarah; he announced to the group, “As you can see gentlemen, we have selected a high quality, fiery redhead for your meal tonight. And to make it interesting we will have her prepared by your doe,” with that he smacked Sarah’s ass. The men all had huge smiles as they eagerly awaited the performance.

The Chef began, “Now doe the first step of our procedure is to clean this little piggy out. Insert the hose on the side there up the animal’s ass.” Sarah did not know what to do, her friends eyes pleaded with her. The chef spoke, “doe did you hear me?” She replied, “Yes sir.” Sarah took the hose and separating Julie’s cheeks, slowly slid it up her ass. Julie began to moan, “Sarah, no” and the men applauded.

“Now switch the machine on”

Julie turned the switch a giant pump came on. It shot a burst of water and she watched as it went through the hose, into Julie. Julie’s stomach extended as the fluid went into her and she moaned louder, openly weeping. The pump then went into reverse sucking all the waste out of her system. It began the process over when the Chef instructed Sarah, “Keep the animal calm doe, massage her clitoris.” Sarah stepped up to Julie and reached under her, massaging her clit, which she noticed, had been shaved clean, as the machine again sucked material out of Julie, this time clearer. Again the process started, Sarah noticed that Julie was getting moist, and tried to go faster to relax her friend. On the fourth time the water coming out of Julie was clear and she was near orgasm. The Chef called out, “Stop the pump!” Sarah turned it off as Julie came on the table. The chef smirked, “Is the pig juicy?” Sarah looked at him, and as if she understood what to do, stuck her finger back in Julie. “Yes sir”, she answered. “And how does she taste?” Sarah looked to the men who were watching her intently. She pulled her finger from Julie, the silence of the room allowed all to hear how juicy Julie was, she took her finger and placed it in her mouth, closing her full lips on it and sucking it for a second. She pulled it out and announced quietly, “Delicious” The men went wild with applause!

The Chef waited for the group to quiet, he was proud of how things were proceeding. “Now take the sauce bottle from the bottom and marinate our little pig.” Sarah took the bottle and began to massage it into Julie, deep into her muscles. She started from the heel, then up her calf, thighs, then all around the rump; when she began on the vagina the Chef interrupted, “Make sure you mix the pigs juice in well”. Sarah mixed the juices and then began up and around Julie’s back, over her shoulders. She made sure to get in everywhere, the arms, her breasts, and her belly. Then she began to do the neck and face and saw that Julie was now crying again. “Smack the pig doe, she is depressing us”, the Chef called out. Sarah looked at Julie, her friend in tears, she raised her hand and brought it down loud on her cheek. Julie wailed, “Sarah!”

The Chef clapped his hands, “Gentlemen are you getting hungry yet?” “Famished!” one man yelled out. The others laughed as a giant pot was wheeled out, it was lifted onto what looked like a sterno, the flame was lit, and water was poured in. Before the men left they placed a ladder next to the pot. The Chef took command again, “Doe lead the pig to the pot.” Sarah undid Julie restraints and helped her off the table, she glistened in the light. She leaned into Sarah’s ear and whispered, “Please Sarah, no.” Sarah ignored her, leading her up to the ladder and up into the pot. The Chef announced, “Before we begin we must shave the meat.” He handed Sarah and electric razor. She looked at er friend glistening the the light, her lower lip trembling ad her skin covered with goosebumps, and began to shave her head. The sound of the razor mixed with the sobbing from Julie. Once the hair was removed it was distributed to the men. Julie stood there, trembling, the men applauding, Sarah took her by the arm and led her into the pot. Julie splashed into the water and noticed it was warm. The chef instructed, “We have provided the doe with plenty of fresh vegetables and some additional spices. Place them in!” Sarah grabbed the boxes containing each one and dumped them into the pot, and then she took the bag of spices and dropped them in, coating Julie. “Stir it!” the Chef bellowed. Sarah took a giant spoon and began to mix it all, Julie eyes were blinking, the spices must sting Sarah thought, so she took the spoon and pushed Julie’s head down under the steaming water. Sarah emerged crying to Sarah, “The water is getting hot, please let me out!” “Quiet the pig!” the Chef yelled. And with that Sarah took a medium sized apple and grabbed Julie’s neck, pulling her towards her. Julie went to scream and Sarah wedged the apple in deep. The water was now boiling and Julie frantically tried to climb out but the marinade was too slick and she could not grip the bowl. Sarah watched her friend’s frantic attempts, stirring occasionally. A tear ran down Sarah’s cheek as her friend reddened and began to move slower. Sarah continued to regularly baste her, watching the skin become a darker red as the cooked meat became more defined. Finally her movement stopped and she floated there. Sarah smelled the air, it did smell delicious. She was led to a corner as a giant table was brought out, and the men sat down.

While the table was set, some men entered the room and pulled Julie’s body from the pot, on the side they prepared her on a platter. The soup was scooped out and served to the men, who all made comments on how tasty it was. When they were finished the Chef presented Julie, now with a new apple in her mouth, on a bed of lettuce, her rump pre-sliced, the juices dripping out. The men picked out which piece they preferred, one man ate her ribs, another, thighs. The Chef was invited to join them, which was the custom, and he did partake in her succulent rump. As Sarah watched all this for the first time she wondered why she had been spared, and what fate awaited her.