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 her as she wakes among furs in front of a huge fireplace. With sleepy eyes she watches as I stoke the fire to chase away the falls early morning chill. I look to her and she cracks a grin, remembering last night. Giggling mightily as I leap atop her and bury her further into the furs with my passion, she responds with lust.
Breakfast is soon forgotten but lunch is more insistant. Reluctantly, after much distraction, I start to cook us a meal and she gets up to open the other plate glass windows.
"It's turned into a beautiful day." She tells me as she soaks in the suns warmth. She looks out into the back yard and admires 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.
She is lost in revery, absorbing the majesty of it all, feeling its power, its primal eroticism. The aroma of chowder wafts through the air and she feels my hand on her shoulder. She looks smiling into my face then down to take the bowl I offer her. We walk out to sit among the the trees of the yard as we eat. She basks in the moment, seldom have she known such peace and contentment. She could die now.
We stretch out naked in the noon hour heat on top of the blanket I have brought. With sleepy caresses we massage each other into a nap.
She wakes quietly a little later and looks at me still sleeping. My eyes closed are moving, I am dreaming, what she wonders as she looks down to see my cock, furiously erect. I squirm seductively in my sleep and she smiles mischievously as she rises up over me. She straddles my hips and softly so as not to wake me, guides my cock inside her. As she starts 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 her and giggling madly she try to escape, without much success. I stop to kiss her deeply. She thinks she sees in my movement the intention to start tickling her again, so she squeals, leaps up and runs laughing. I jump after her and chase her about the yard.
She dodges around the trees and through the paths cuts between the bushes. I chase but don't catch her. She squeezes between branches that I cannot pass and realize that I might never catch her. She stops to suggest a change in our game.
She sees my face flushed with the excitement of the chase and asks, "You like hunting me huh?"
I am panting, I nod my head lustfully.
"You'll never catch me." She says teasingly. I lunge for her but she easily leaps aside.
"What say I make it a bit easier for you?" She suggests, "Wait just a moment." She says as she dashes into the house. She returns a moment later with a little toy bow and a quiver of little arrows with rubber suction cups. "I brought you a present." She says as she hands them to me.
"Oh wow!" Escapes my lips as I take them, the expression on my face reassuring her that she had nailed it. I sling the quiver over my shoulder and extract an arrow. I notch it to the string and draw it back. She stands there for a moment, her belly exposed and clearly my target, surprised at what she feels. Then she runs and my little arrow goes wide.
Quickly she looses me in the forest and she stops, waiting. After a moment I pass by and see her and take another shot, but she is already moving and the shot has no chance. She looses me again in the trees and waits. I see her from a distance and shoot but the little bow has no power or accuracy and falls far short.
"Tell you what!" She shouts 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 she takes off to lose herself in the woods.
She is the hunted. She is prey. The excitement of the game invigorates her. She feels the thrill especially every two minutes when she, with her eyes shut, becomes my target as she slowly turns. The experience is wild, and yet she wishes she could feel that it wasn't just a game. It's fun, but what a rush the adrenalin must be in a real hunt.
She catches a glimpse of me though the branches and a thrill goes though her as she feels that adrenal rush! I am carrying a real bow and arrow!
She turns and runs wildly into the forest, her breath coming in huge gasps. She feels fear and yet at the same time excitement like she has never known. She runs harder than before, her thoughts are clearer, her hiding places better. And then she stops, find a clear spot, and hardly believing what she is doing, she close her eyes and slowly turn around in a complete circle.
"Am I mad?" She thinks to herself as she takes off again, knowing that she cannot stay in one place or I will most certainly find her. Over and over, she wonders that question as she again stops to make herself an easier target. Then a minute and a half into a run she sees me near her!
She freezes! She saw me for a moment, but she isn't sure if I saw her! Carefully she back up, turn and run from where she saw me. A few moments later, trembling, she stops, squeezes her eyes shut and with her arms spread, slowly turns around. Fear courses through her veins, but at the same time she is filled with incredible excitement. She completes her circle and lets out the breath she didn't know she was holding. She is relieved yet strangely also vaguely disappointed. Confused she runs again into the forest.
The hunt goes on. Many times she sees me close, sometimes she sees that I have seen her and she runs even harder. Always however, every two minutes she stops and becomes my target. Always however, I do not see her at that moment.
Then she finds an object in a small clearing. She walks 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 target's 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 she is doing she put her back to the target and mount the little projections. Her belly is at the exact center, just where it says her belly should be, the cork plate forcing her to arch her back and stick out her belly. Still feeling as if her body almost has a will of its own she watches horrified yet enraptured as she reaches down and fastens the straps first around one ankle and then the other. When they are secure she ties one arm to the target then lay the other arm where it would rest were it tied. Then she lay her head back and closes her eyes to wait.
Her mind is in turmoil wondering, screaming, "What am I doing?" Yet she waits. She doesn't wait long.
She hears my footsteps approach her and she keeps her eyes shut, trembling. I have stopped in front of her. She whispers, "One of my hands isn't tied."
She feels me tie her securely and she relaxes, amazed that that should be her reaction. She opens her eyes to see me standing, staring at what I see. I have been hunting her with a real bow and now she is tied spread eagle to an archery target. She hangs there helpless, naked and exposed for me to use. My erection strains to burst!
I come close to her and admire her. The look in my eyes, one she has not seen before but is glad of. I reach out and wipe my hand over her cunt. It comes back sopping wet as her body trembles from my touch. Her whole body is quivering on the edge of orgasm. Never in her life has she ever been so excited!
"Oh Yes!" She cries, "Take me!" I lick my fingers clean and smile wickedly.
I pick up the bow and move to stand ten feet in front of her. I notch an arrow and she stares eyes wide as I aim it at her. Unbelieving, she sees her body respond, wanting, yearning, needing. 'What am I doing?' She thinks to herself.
"What am I ..." She whispers out loud.
I respond, "You are a piece of meat, waiting to be butchered."
She hangs there feeling what I just said, being what I just said. Open and waiting for my arrow, she accepts. I let fly the arrow!
Her belly bursts! Her orgasm strikes! She cries out as her body quakes in dying ecstacy! My arrow impales her deep through the bottom of her belly. She feels her blood gushing both inside and outside her body.
I watch her hang there trembling, bleeding and moaning as it dawns on her that I have killed her. She looks back into my eyes and sees utter satiation there. She closes her eyes content that her sacrifice is worth it.
She feels me grasp the arrow and her eyes fly open wide as I pull the arrow out from inside her with a slurp. She groans for her loss but smile as she sees a knife clenched in my hand. She gasps hugely as I plunge the knife deep inside the very bottom of her belly and then shreaks as I rip it upwards to cut open a wide gash.
I step very close and thrust my cock inside her cunt and start to fuck her as her blood gushes over me. Then she watches amazed as I thrust one hand inside the gash in her belly, through her guts, to grasp her vagina from the inside. My cock is huge, as I start to masturbate myself while inside her with her vagina.
The sensation of it reduces her to an animal as she thrashes and gurgles incoherently. She is so lost that she barely notices me plunge the knife back into her repeatedly, cutting her insides to pieces. I carve huge slices into her and cut her wide open in many places. I put the blade under her breasts one at a time and slice deep, then I cut them wide open right through the nipples.
She starts to feel her orgasm carry her away and I sense it to. I put my mouth to hers with a savage kiss, my teeth tearing at her lips and tongue and as I feel her last breath come into me I slice with the knife deep into her throat right to the bone!
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