Master is getting into some seriously weird shit.
I’m starting to worry…
He got invited to this thing called the “hunting game” where apparently various Masters hunt girls and then they eat them… I’ve never really heard of that type of play before and it sounded a little extreme. Even for me.
He wanted to go though so off we went for the 4 hour drive to the middle of nowhere. I could tell that I looked nervous because Master kept doing his best to comfort me and assure me that everything would be okay. That I would be part of the kitchen staff and no one would hunt me.
I couldn’t shake this feeling of unease though and as we pulled into the long driveway to a nicely sized home he stopped behind the others that had already arrived.
The other Masters greeted mine with joy and even offered me a handshake and explained where the kitchen was and that the other girls would explain my duties when the time came. Then they brought Master a gun, it was a hunting rifle like one that would be used for deer and didn’t have any of the orange marks that a bb gun would have or a Co2 tank as with an air gun.
I opened my mouth to ask if it was a real gun but the look my Master gave me shut me up. He did not want me to embarrass him in front of the others by questioning his motives. So, I waited, quietly until one Master called out for his slave to take me to the kitchen and explain.
She looked nervous also, talking too quickly as she pointed out various objects around the house. Taking me out back to show me the cage of “pigs” which were all women with a pig snout tied onto their faces. Most of them were crying, huddled together, and when they saw us they begged for us to help them.
I wanted to help them so bad, find out what was going on… I don’t know why they were so scared, it was just a game the Master’s played right? The look the other slave gave me though, begged me to do as I was told and not to ask questions. It made me wonder if the girls in the cage were the ones who did…
She took me to a fire pit outside of the kitchen, it was huge and looked almost as if it could roast a full sized pig or cow on the spit that ran across it. “We’re going to be using this mostly for tonight’s dinner. This hunting game should last only 4 nights and we will be expected to cook a meal each of those nights without question or complaint.” that statement put me right back into my nervous state and it only got worse when I heard the sound of screeching metal combined with girls screaming and begging. “Move you fucking sluts!” a male voice yelled and I had a feeling the games were about to begin…
I was taken to the kitchen with other sober slaves, all preparing food for later. Peeling potatoes, cutting onions, it was obvious they were getting ready for a feast but there was no meat at anyone’s station. Before I could question it I was placed with the girls who were peeling potatoes and lost myself in the task until I heard raucous laughter and cheers of victory. “We caught two sweetling.” a blood covered man came into the kitchen and kissed the slave who showed me around with passion. He was worked up from the hunt I thought, and obviously from the butchering of the animal they caught. As more men were bringing in skinned haunches of meat and placing them into the freezer.
“You know what to do now baby.” and she nodded, smiling at him with a caress to his hard cock. “Alright girls! Time to go outside and roast the pig!’ she commanded. Leading us all out where I saw one of the girls from the cage… Her snout gone, her eyes glassy and unseeing, and her belly cut open where she had obviously been gutted and threaded through the spit. It going in her ass and out her mouth. The girls, without saying a word moved to tie her hands with metal wires behind her back, and her ankles up and to her thighs where her knees were connected under the spit to keep her limbs from flopping. A girl looked at me wondering why I wasn’t helping and the leader gave me a straight razor to shave her hair off…
I wasn’t sure I wanted to be here anymore… What did Master get involved in and would I have to do the unthinkable tonight? I was not looking forward to dinner.
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