Thread: Top of the Foodchain (kaigen and Darkangel)

Days turned into weeks as the news reports continued to flood in. Each one was more accurate with a higher death toll. Though the government didn't know It, James knew this sickness was an act of murder. He knew murder when he saw it. His keen mind saw through the load the media tried to spill and figured out what the government did not know. Or was not saying. The deaths were too quick. Too efficient to be a naturally occurring virus. Whatever it was he knew he needed to stay away from it. He read stories online about how some people seemed to be immune. Though he believed he had simply gotten away before being infected despite his contact with people that were sick. James left the woman hanging by her wrists for almost the entire first week every day, nearly all day, he beat or cut or otherwise tortured the attractive young woman. Though he never said a word to her. Speaking wasn't something he needed or wanted to do at that point. He wanted to hear her scream and see the pain and fear in her eyes. It wasn't until he let her down from the shackles that he finally spoke. And even then they were not words she wanted to hear. It was then that he began his brutal rape of her body. There on the bloody wood floor he violated her ass while she writhed in pain. Covered litterally from head to toe in bruises and shallow cuts. Her alabaster skin was now a deep purple color mixed with trails of red. Over the next several weeks he continued to abuse her. Raping, beating and taunting her with periodic opertunities for escape. Though her battered body never made it far. She never even made it from the grassy patch in front of the cabin to the gravel before he swooped in and dragged her back inside. The beatings along with the small amount of food he allowed her left her to weak to make it far. There was no escape and he wanted her to know that. Just before the news reports stopped and the power grid went down the truth finally came out. It was the pharmaceutical company that had the cure that engineered the virus. And the vacanation was simply a booster to it. It had been their way to ensure those that hadn't been infected got that way. But by the time the world figured it out It was too late. Upwards of ninety percent of the population had died. So there was no organized group that could form an assault on that company. They had succeeded and effectively made the human race an almost extinct one. Though none of this news changed anything for James. He was still exactly where he wanted to be. And with social services broken he knew he would be able to hunt at will with no one to stop him. With the grid down James had to rely on candles and lanterns for light and wood for heat and to cook with. They are canned greens and potted meats after they're ran through what little food was left in the now non working fridge and freezers. Then at one point she refused to eat. It seemed that she had become so broken. So hopeless that she resigned herself to her fate. But wanted to go out on her own terms. That meant starving herself. But James had other plans. So he simply broke her jaw and pulled her teeth. Then forced the mashed foods down her throat. The sound of her pain while he pulled her teeth had been exquisite. But paled in comparison to what was to come. Weeks turned into months and the abuse continued. But every day he saw a little more of the light go out in her eyes. By the end she barely grunted her dissatisfaction when he would rape her. And hardly made a sound as he beat and tortured her. The time has finally come. He had hoped that she would last a little longer. But they were almost out of food And his desire to actually feed had grown strong. So he took the woman from where he had her hanging by her wrists and bound her to the table. Arms above her head. Legs strapped down next to her head so her sex and ass was fully exposed to him. She didn't even fight him. It was a position he had her in many times before. But this time he had other plans than to rape her. He could tell that she wanted to die. But there wasn't a way for her broken mind to fathom what was to happen. As she lay there with her eyes staring at the ceiling he retrieved the tools of his trade. A trade he had become expert at over the years. Had He planned to end her this way he would have had supplies and equipment that would keep her alive for hours while he took her insides out one by one. But this would have to do. He was hungry for fresh meat. And her body had become useless to him. He had violated every hole so many times with so many things that he got no pleasure from them. He thought about making new holes. But knew that he would need to harvest as much meat as possible if he was to survive out in the cabin while he hunted for a new girl. So he laid out a short blade on her chest between her bruised breasts. Something that she was used to seeing. But what he laid out next was something new. A tool used by deer hunters for field dressing their kills. He then laid a set of scisors next to her and began to grope her firm breasts. His touch no longer made her flinch. She experienced so much pain over the Last few months that her body stopped reacting at all. The knew that was about to change. So he held the blade orange tool before her eyes and spoke in his deep almost sensual voice. Today we are going to do something different And after we're done you will be dead. He exclaimed while he waved the tool in front of her. You see whore. I'm going to guy you alive. And then turn your tone little body into jerky. His free hand gripped the side of her waist just above her hip. Except right here. This I'm going to turn into steak. the words he spoke took several seconds to register. But when they did her dead looking eyes went wide with fear. A look he hadn't seen in weeks. So with a smile he forced the buttout tool into her ass. Her battered torn ass that he had so many times sought comfort in. It seemed so long ago that he first raped her there. He always enjoyed the first time he violated a woman with his large rod. The feel of taking a woman always stayed fresh in his mind. But then again every detail of their refinement. Every cut of their flesh every strike of his whip always remained in his mind in vivid detail. . She didn't complain much when he first shoved the tool into her. It wasn't until he pulled and began to twist her rectum that she screamed. She tried to fight the invasion. The twisting. But the position he had her bound in left almost no room for movement. With several inches of her insides pulled out and twisted he pinched one end and cut through the thin material and tied it. The sounds she made were exquisite. And again his hearty rod hardened as he stood in the kitchen of the cabin nude. His muscular form on display for the woman that lay bound in agony. Short hairs covered his broad chest and defined abs. As did they flank his girthy shrouded member. She continued to scream even after her insides retracted back inside her and her precious lifeblood flowed from the fresh wound. Next he began to cut around her sex. A deep cut that completely seperated it from the skin around it. But he made sure not to cut through her tunnel or urethra. He needed her tunnel for later and needed to make sure any involuntary relief from her bladder didn't soul the precious meat under her skin while he removed her insides. Unfortunatly, for James, his captive passed out mid cut. Her mind Had experienced all the pain it would allow. So he quickly finished the cut then moved her legs down into the table and strapped them tightly. Again he woke her with smelling salts just as he had done every time she passed out from pain before. He knew he needed to be quick. To experience this with her awake was an ultimate high for him. So while she struggled against her bindings he picked up the short knife and made a small incision just below her breast bone. Then as she screamed and fought he inserted the tip of the blade and his forefinger about an inch below the skin and started to cut her open. .He found long ago that guy hooks really dodnt work. They dulled mid way through the process and ripped the skin instead of cutting it. While he made the long cut from breast bone to pelvic bone she passed out again. So he again woke her as the blood flowed freely from the gaping wound that exposed her insides. Pre leaked from his shrouded tip and leaked down the underside of his shaft. The shaft that reached well past his navel. Again she began screaming. But couldn't hardly move her lower half with her tight tummy cut open the way it was. Terrified eyes looked down over her bust to what he was doing. Yes she wanted to die. But not like this. Not like an animal being slaughtered. With blood covered hands he picked up the scissors and carefully cut through her throat. Careful not to sever any arteries in the process. Screams were replaced by the wet gurgling sound as blood flowed down her throat and into her stomach and lungs. It was time, time for what he had been waiting for. He reached his arm into the gaping wound and wiggled his way over her lungs and heart between her ribcage and organs until his fingers entered her neck. It was this moment, the moment where there was only one way for her to be closer to him, that caused his pleasure to reach its peak. While his fingers reached round her severed windpipe he came. Hearty shot after shot of thick white cum sprang free from his large rod and landed on the table, sprayed across her bloodied and bruised tits and landed on her face while he pulled. He felt her heart beat against his arm Probably faster than it had ever beat before. In one swift pull while he came he pulled the entirety of her insides free and let them land on the table next to her. It always amazed him how everything stayed together during the action. Then for several seconds after. Until the weight of her organs acted against the thin connective tissue and arteries. Her heart still beat. And her diaphragm tried to take air into her lungs. But there was no use. She only had seconds left to live. Her mouth was agape in a silent scream while her insides lay next to her slowly falling from one another in a mass of blood and organs. And then he saw the life fade from her eyes. Eyes that were and always would be fixed in a perpetual look of terror and pain. They would stay that way until he desposed of what parts of her he didn't want to keep. What happened next was little more than a chore. He hung her from her feet and quickly skinned her. An action that only took minutes. Then with her skin free from her body and laying in a heap on the ground along with her severed head he went and dug through her organs. He wanted that little bit of flesh he used so many times. He needed it before it turned cold and stiff. He wanted to use it one last time. And while he did he imagined her disembodied spirit watching him continue to defile her even in death. He let her corpse hang in the cool air of the cabin for a full day. He knew that the meat would be more succulent if he wanted to process her after rigor had ended. And so he did. He sat there almost the entire time watching her corpse. Licking his lips in anticipation of what was to come. He cut away the choice cuts and laid them on the counter. The sides of her waist and the muscles of her back would make excellent steak despite how lean she was. Everything else he laid out and cut into inch thick strips. He planned on using the large grill outside to turn it all into jerky. But first he wanted to eat. So he cleaned up his mess and fired up the wood fueled grill. Then began to cook the delectable meat from the sides of her waist while he sipped on a bottle of bourbon. It wasn't until he was outside cooking that he noticed the change of the seasons. Summer had clearly turned to fall. So while the meat sizeled on the grill he went back inside and retrieved a coat to keep him warm. He had only been wearing a t-shirt jeans and work boots while he processed her and the temperature was no longer that of the balmy summer like it had been when he first arrived with her.