Story - THE HIKE

[center][size=18pt][u]THE HIKE[/u][/size] Susan Chantell (c0l0rad022)[/center]

[center]NOTICE - This story is a work of fantasy fiction and is not suitable for minors nor for adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you may be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further. I’d like to thank my Role Play partner The Butcher and Editor and friend Irene Delacorte[/center]

Michael had finished preparing his backpack with the assortment of tools and restraints he would need later that afternoon. He knew what he was going to do and even though he’d known her for nearly five years, it didn’t faze him in the least. She was simply a food source for his needs. A long pig, as the flavor of her succulent meat was known to mimic the tenderest pork.

He reached for his kitchen phone while gazing at the large Sub-Zero freezer on the far side of the expansive kitchen. In a matter of hours he’d have it filled again, with over 55-lbs of the freshest meat.

Her phone rang four times before Susan, finally picked it up. “Hello!” she answered in her usually light and cheerful voice.

He paused, just momentarily, and swallowed hard. This was always the most difficult part of the task. He knew it was the last time she’d be that carefree and so full of loving life. “Ah, hi, Susan? It’s Michael.” He began.

“Hey Mike.” She answered, happy to hear her friend’s voice.

“Hi, I was going to head out to the Old Logging Road Trail and I wondered if you’d like to take a nice spring hike up to the Cascades and maybe pack a picnic lunch? It’s supposed to be so clear, we should be able to see a 100 miles from the top of the ridge.”

It was early Saturday morning and Susan thought the early May mountain air would feel great. She didn’t have any plans till after 6:00 pm and she knew she should be back by 4:00, to meet her girlfriend Lexi for their night out with their boyfriends. “Mike, that sounds like a wonderful idea, It’s too nice not to be outside and you’ve told me about that ridge top view and the Cascades, I’d love it, what time.”

Great Mike thought. “How about I pick you up at 10:30. It’s a 40 minute drive and an hour and a half hike each way. I’ll pack everything we’ll need and we should be back home by late afternoon. Besides I have a large dinner commitment tonight and I’m sure you have plans as well.”

“That’s super Mike! I’ll be ready.” Susan hung up and started to get ready for the hike. She reached for her princess phone on her nightstand, thinking to call Lexi to let her know her afternoon plans, but let the phone receiver slide out of her delicate finger tips and fall back in the cradle. ‘I’ll be back in plenty of time and Lexi likes to sleep late, no reason to bother her, she reasoned.

Checking the weather, it was 65 degrees and going to the 70’s. She knew the hike would be a good workout and that alone she’d generate enough warmth so there would be no need for anything too heavy. She selected her favorite khaki hiking shorts, Timberland hiking boots, and a comfortable sports bra that she could wear under her light rose chambray shirt, that she could tie under her breasts, at her narrow waist. Mike was a good friend but she had never thought of him as a boyfriend, but she always enjoyed his company and how he admired her.

Michael arrived promptly at 10:30 and Susan, already outside, greeted him with a light kiss on the cheek. Jumping into his Silverado pick-up they were off to the Blue Ridge roadway.

After nearly three-quarters of an hour Mike pulled the ½ ton Silverado into the gravel parking area by the Old Logging Road trailhead. “Looks like we have the trail to ourselves.” he said with a quick glance at Susan.

Opening the door to the pick-up, Susan stepped out into the crisp late morning spring air; bright sunshine glistened off her blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail.  She grabbed her canteen off the seat and strolled to the start of the trailhead and paused, looking back at Mike.

Michael began unloading his equipment from the truck bed. A large 5’ walking stick, large heavy looking backpack, then he strapped on a canteen, and a large hunting knife.

Susan watched him and giggled, “What on earth are you bringing Michael? We’re going on a short hike. You only need a canteen and our picnic lunch. You look like you're going on an expedition.”

“Well my dear, he replied smiling, “you never know, I might kill one of those wild pigs and have to pack out the meat.”

“Ha ha, this is National Park Territory, very funny, you know you can't kill any of the park critters.” The fact he hinted at killing a wild pig didn’t faze Susan since she knew Michael was a hunter and often hunted deer and butchered his own meat.

As they started up the trail Susan lead the way on the clearly marked path with Michael close behind. “Hey Susan, those shorts certainly show off your legs nicely.” Her legs were lightly tanned, baby soft and silky smooth, “have you been working out more lately, you don’t even seem winded.”

She turned and smiled, clearly appreciating the compliment and waiting for him to catch up. She knew her legs were one of her finest features, “Hey my legs look good every day, haven’t you noticed them before,” teasing him for more compliments.

“Ok ok, I'm sorry Mike” walking back toward him, “give me some of that gear I can help. Why on earth are you bringing all this stuff? We only need a canteen and a light lunch.”

Mike hands her a small limb saw and a canteen, “Well I’ve not been up here in a while and things might have changed some.

“A saw?” Susan commented and giving him a strange look, “Are you out of your mind, no wonder you’re exhausted, what else is in there?”

“Just stuff,” Michael commented as he handed over a hunting knife and rope, faking a light laugh.

“Okay maybe those make some sense.”

“Well there’s a side trail just ahead and it leads to an old mine entrance about 200’ off the main trail, and there’s always a cool breeze as I remember being drawn through there. Why don’t we take a break and relax a bit. It’ll feel comfortable since we're working up a bit of a sweat.”

“Ok, that sounds good to me, you can use the rest and I’d like to sit and stretch.”

As the two walk up to the entrance of the small cave Sue feels a breeze being draw into the cave. “Hey that act’s almost like a chimney,” she commented while cautiously peering inside. “Wow! I didn't know this was here, did you?”

“Yeah, I discovered it several years ago but not many walk this part of the trail.”

“What kind of a mine do you think this is? It's musty smelling – yuk.”

“Around here most likely coal, but it’s almost too far off the tract to even be that.”

“I suppose” Susan said turning from the entrance, “but I don’t want to stir up any critter in there.”

“Well it is a pretty spot, a good view over the valley, don’t you think?” Mike said.

Susan looked out beyond the ridge “Yeah, it's just so beautiful, I love it.” She stood tall with her hands on her hips and deeply breathing in the mountain air.

Michael slipped behind her sliding his hands around her waist, “Yeah Susan, it’s almost as beautiful as you are.”

She leaned back in his arms, “Hey you're sweet. Ummm that's nice,” feeling him lightly kiss her neck. Then turning to face him and leaning away, “Let's get going, I want to see this magnificent view you told me about at the top, and don’t forget the Cascades.

“Oh Susan, let’s stay here for a while,” as he pulled her back to him.

“You want to stay by the mine? Oh, I guess it's a guy thing, I like water and you like caves. Men are from Mars huh?” she laughed her playful laugh.

“Yeah something like that,” he laughed but not hard. “Anyway, from here we can be back to the truck in about 15-minutes.” He carefully looked over her form and thinking hard, then leaning forward to kiss her again.

Lightly pushing off the advance, “Oh, alright we can eat here I suppose but I want to see the Cascades before we leave. But right now I want to see what else is in that backpack. Talk about me over packing for a trip this has to be ridiculous,” twisting and squirming out of his grasp.

Michael stood over Susan watching her kneel and open and dump the contents of the backpack, a roll of wax paper, hand cuffs, leather leg shackles, amongst an assortment of knives spilled out. “What the hell are you bringing up here Mike? Planning something kinky?”

Clearing his throat and looking at her “Susan, you’re not the first woman I’ve brought up here,” moving closer.

“Hey, there's no lunch in here!”

“I was planning on making it on the trip.”

“So what's this for?” pointing at the assortment of stuff, “There's no picnic lunch here, just what were you planning on making.”

Looking over the stuff, Michael began, “Well like I said, I was hoping to butcher a pig… but like you said I can’t kill park animals”

“No you can’t Mike,” her voice sounding a bit frustrated, “we're going to be getting hungry, what are we suppose to eat?”

Looking down at the ground and at Susan’s perfectly shaped legs, “I was thinking I’d start with some meat… say from your upper thigh.”

Susan stopped moving and stared blankly at the trail while kneeling near the backpack, clearly puzzled by the comment, then turning to look up at Michael, but not standing, “What did you say?”

Stepping toward Susan and reaching down to pick up the hand cuffs, “I said I was planning on eating you.”

Susan slowly staggered to her feet clearly shaken, “Ok, ok enough of the sarcasm Michael, that's not funny.” She glanced briefly down the trail knowing she could easily outrun him.

Michael’s eyes and mouth widened in a big smile, “Ah you got me. I’m sorry if I frightened you, don’t all guys want to eat you Sue!” laughing and pointing up the path, “Come on, we’ll be at the Cascades in about an hour.” He watched her eyes glance up the trail and her body language told him she’d dropped her guard and momentarily relaxed, she chuckled a sigh of relief. As she did he lunged at her pulling her hard to the ground.

She screamed “Ahhh! Hey what are you doing? Get off me!” struggling, squirming and kicking to get out of his grasp, panic clearly setting in.

Michael struggled to get her onto your stomach and wrench her hands behind her back.

“Michael, STOP IT MICHAEL!!!!!, Damn it, this isn't funny, untie me, you're hurting me.”

Grunting, “I’m sorry Susan I actually like you but I can help myself I’ve got to do this.”

“Wha- what are you talking about!” she continued her struggle and screams.

Then drawing his 10” Bowie knife from its sheath and holding it before her eyes, “Susan if you don’t stop your struggling and screaming, I’ll slit your throat.”

Susan froze by his words echoing in her ears. Then whispering, “Ok ok ok I'm not trying anything Michael please don't cut me. Wh-wh-why are you doing this?”

Pulling a leather blindfold from the pack he slipped it over her eyes.

“Oh no no please no,” she started to cry, “don't do that, I'll be good I won't run.”

“If you do as I ask I won’t blindfold you Susan.” He whispered close to her ear while leaning his weight into her back and pressing her hard into the dirt. “All I want is to rape you Susan. I can’t stand it. I need to have you. Do as I tell you and I won’t cut you.”

“Oh God help me,” tears running down her cheeks, “no no no”, shaking her head. “Michael don't.” she screamed. “Listen just let me go. Please Michael, please!!!! I won’t tell anyone.”

Running his fingers over her mouth, “Be a good girl and I’ll let you go.” He dragged Susan to her knees, “Come on now get to your feet.” Then shoving and dragging her to the mouth of the cave, the cool air washing over her face.

Staggering her knees weak, “Ok Michael, I’m trying, I'm trying” watching him through her baby blue tear soaked eyes. “Please don't do this.”

“Now kneel.” He said softly, “I’m going to shackle your ankles.” While wiping the tears from her face “I can’t help myself Susan, I have to do this.”

Instead of kneeling and with Michael standing close she abruptly drives her knee hard in his groin. Michael yelled and fells to the ground while Sue took off running, her hands still bound behind her back making and keeping her balance difficult.

She made it about 50 yards before taking a spill on the side of the trail.

Michael struggled back to his feet clearly in pain, grabbing the rope and heading after her.

“NNNOOOOOOOO GET AWAY FROM ME” Susan screamed at the top of her lungs, “YOU'RE CRAZY.”

Reaching his downed beautiful prey, he grabbed her by her golden hair and punched her with all he had in her stomach, doubling her over.

“Oooooppff” gasping trying to regain her breath, coughing, “No n n n no nnnoooo,” realizing now she is in tremendously serious trouble.

“Ok Miss Chantell that’s it, you got your shot in,” still wincing in pain, “and good one too.” Michael took the rope and tied it around Susan’s neck and dragged her back up to the cave, jerking it hard.

“St-stop sto-stop it you your cho-choking me!”

Look back “Keep on your feet bitch, if you fall I’ll drag you.”

“M-M-Mich- Michael I'm sorry, please don't hurt me ppppllleaseeeeeeee!, oh God.”

Ignoring her cry’s he shoved her into the cave, pinning her legs with his and strapping the leather shackles to each ankle and then to the walking stick, spreading her legs 20-inches apart.

Then pulling out the knife, Michael started cutting her clothes from her body.

“Ouch! Stop it you bastard you’re hurting me! What are you?!!”

“Some say a monster my dear.” Reaching for her exposed soft and beautiful tit’s and fully shaved pussy.

Susan closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth. “No, No, NNNNNNNOOOOOO!”

Michael pressed the Bowie to her soft throat and rolled her onto her stomach, driving his knee into the small of her back, pulling her hair and lifting her head. Then driving into her. “I’m going to fuck you, then I’m going to slit your throat and gut you.”

“Listen, listen to me, stop, OOOOHHHHH GOD YOU CAN'T MURDER ME.”

“It’s not murder, it’s butchering and no one knows you're here today.”

Realizing that‘s true, she never did call Lexi, “I DON'T AAAAHHH AAHHHHH OOOOOO I DON'T WANT TO DIE!! AAAA AAAAWWWWWWW” As he drives into her. “IT HURTS STOP IT YOU BASTARD STOP STOP!” Susan let lose a deafening scream of terror, “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

Michael jerked her head up and grabbed his knife dragging its edge hard across her throat to silence her scream.

Susan felt a new pain and then tasted a warmness fill her throat, “aaaaa” spitting and choking then realizing it was the taste of her own blood filling her mouth.

Michael pulled her hair and let her throat and mouth fill with blood.

“Gurg gurg” spitting and watching in disbelief a red pool widening on the ground, “Oh no God no no please, I don't want to die,” she thought.

Michael attached a rope to the ankle bar and looped it over a beam and pulled Susan upside down, her eyes frozen on her blood pooling below her.

Susan’s mind raced frantically “oh no no - I remember meeting Lexi at a party years ago. Oh God it isn't happening.”

Meanwhile Michael took a larger knife and pulled her hair back and started cutting around the neck, Susan fell immense pain and her world darkened and ended, then prying at the spine until her head fell free. Then cleaning off the face and placing it on a rock her crystal blue dead eyes gazing in total emptiness at nothing but her headless nude body hanging in the cave.

Michael dug a small hole under the body in the soft earth to collect the last of her blood. He uncuffed her limp arms and let her perfectly painted fingers nails graze the hole.

Taking his butcher’s knife he slipped it into her pussy and drew the blade to her sternum opening her belly like a zipper and allowing her to spill into the hole.  He smiled at the white ooze of his manhood dripping from her vagina.  Working to remove her soft organs and allowed the earth and small animals reclaim them over time.

Using a small thin blade he cut around her ankles and down the back of her gorgeous legs then slowly began to skin her.  “What a lovely soft pliable leather you will make my dear Susan.”  Laying out her skin on a large rock outside the cave and rubbing salt into the fresh hide.  “My God this will look so incredible naturally tanned to make boots and riding chaps from her.”

After a half an hour, only Susan’s muscle remains exposed to the air and she resembles a skinned lamb.  Returning to work on her carcass with a hand saw, he cut though the shoulder removing each arm then cutting her hands free and tossing them with the rest of the waste.  Then he started to cut through her torso between her legs to her neck leaving her body hanging in two halves. 

As Michael proceeded to cut away her meat and wrap her in waxed paper he packed her into a cooler he stored in the cave.  Let’s see he thought, “She was about 124-lbs so she should yield about 55-lbs of prime meat.” 

Within an hour all that remained was her skeleton.  He broke the bones down and sprayed the hole with BBQ lighter and set fire to what remained of her watching the bones eventually smolder and turn to a white ash.  The light breezes drawn into the cave carried smoke inside. There would be no evidence of a fire.

Michael wrapped Susan’s head in a towel and he hiked out with the cooler making two trips and being sure no one else saw anything too unusual and stowed it in the back of the pickup truck. 

Driving back to his home alone, he thought to himself sadly that he’d miss her but how deliciously he'd remember her.  Her head would have a prominent place in his private trophy room. 

By late afternoon Lexi called and pondered listening to Susan’s telephone go unanswered, “She’s not home yet, or she’s in the shower.  Come on Sue, pick up.”

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My Dearest Susan,

  I loved editing this story for you, I turned on every word the tension building then the intensity of the ending took me over also.

  I know I'm next, Phone BRB, “Oh hi Michael, a trip up the mountain… Why not?

        Love you,

          Your Irene