I Am Your Meat

Since Sarah was a little girl she had always enjoyed being in the kitchen, watching food being prepared, helping set the table, sometimes washing the dishes afterwards. She found the whole process very enjoyable, creating something for herself and others to eat - she liked to serve and found this a great way to put these feelings into practice. Her family were very appreciative of this attitude to what some would call menial chores, and were happy to let her carry on.  Sarah found the food preparation and cooking the most satisfying, and loved especially to cook meat dishes. She enjoyed very much getting her hands on the raw meat, skinning, cutting, slicing it up, maybe skewering it to make kebabs.. She was an expert in grilling, frying and roasting from the age of 13, and her dishes developed into mouth-watering sumptuous affairs. No-one ever questioned her enthusiasm for cooking, and neither did she, until one day when she was in the process of stuffing a chicken, and her mind began to wander.... As Sarah unwrapped the fresh chicken and placed it in the roasting pan, she for the first time consciously wondered how the chicken felt when it was slaughtered.... she imagined the fear and terror of the factory and its machines, the blades whizzing and whirring and the inevitable procession along some automated belt towards certain doom... she wondered if some of the chickens were still alive when they were sliced into pieces, ready to be packed.. she wondered if they knew what was coming, if they fought or if they accepted their fate.....  As these thoughts occupied Sarah's mind, she quickly chastised herself for being so silly and assuming that chickens experienced the world with the same emotions as she did - she was sure that chickens wouldn't realise a thing about their gruesome destiny. Acknowledging this made her feel much better about stuffing the chicken, and before long she was totally absorbed in washing the vegetables, boiling the water ready for them, and setting the timer on the stove.

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A few days later, as Sarah was taking a shower, her thoughts suddenly returned to the roast chicken without her really being aware of it, and she once again began to imagine the chicken in its last moments. She reasoned that if it knew what going to happen to it, maybe it did in some way come to terms with that, and then maybe it wasn't so bad.. maybe in the grand scheme of things the chicken had fulfilled its purpose, to be food for humans, and that its death was the natural culmination, a cosmic certainty pre-arranged by a higher being... She imagined herself now as the chicken, on its way to be slaughtered and then butchered ready for roasting, and this time she tried to picture the chicken feeling the wonder of the moment, the higher meaning and purpose... As these thoughts flowed through Sarah's mind, she became aware that she was gently rubbing her well-developed breasts and without realising it was becoming slightly turned on ! Horrified by this, she quickly got out of the shower, trying to clear her imagination and think of other normal, everyday things.  As she stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bathroom, drying herself, her gaze rested on her full tits and she made the connection in her mind - chicken.... breast..... chicken breast......Before she could stop herself she was imagining that she was being bought in a butchers, naked and displayed in a glass counter, with metal stakes pushed deep into each udder, clearly labelled with the weight and quality.... She could even hear the discussion between the customer and the butcher as they discussed how much meat was wanted that day - this image made her heart pound and she gasped in surprise... she couldn't believe that she was in any way possibly finding this scenario exciting, but a brush of a finger on her pussy made her a liar..... She quickly finished drying off and left the bathroom.                                                                                                                                                                                                             ---------------------------------------------------------Sarah tried not to cook any meat for a few days as she desperately attempted to banish the thoughts of herself as meat from her mind, but to her dismay they would not leave her alone, and try as she might, she found herself having more and more vivid daydreams, with more detailed and elaborate plots. She pictured herself as almost a cow, kept naked in a pen on a farm, fed and watered daily, crawling around on her hands and knees, herded, branded and sold at auction to the highest bidder.. she imagined the market, loud voices all around as she crawled for them, hands grabbing her large freely swinging tit-meat, getting a feel for the quality... She could see herself looking up at her new owner, a contented smile on her face as she was led away to her new (short-lived) home, soon to be slaughtered......  These thoughts began to dominate her every waking moment, and she found the only way to alleviate this was to find a private (or sometimes public) place and viciously masturbate to a rippling orgasm - these orgasms were stronger then anything she had experienced before, and even though she was disgusted with herself for having these sick fantasies, she couldn't resist, and slowly but surely all her conscious objections slipped away until she accepted her desires fully and savored the huge orgasms that she had unleashed on herself.    Her imagination was at fever pitch now, always thinking of new depraved disgusting animalistic ways in which she would willingly be killed for the meat that she was, ways in which she could experience the total submission of dismemberment and being cooked. Her favorite fantasises were when she volunteered to be meat - this was important to her, as her willingness showed her complete acceptance of her fate, of her desire to give herself totally. Sarah also enjoyed thinking about the ways in which she would go - sometimes she would imagine her belly was sliced open as she looked down in wonder, and other times she pictured a spit being slowly pushed into her wet and open pussy, inching its way through her cervix and on upwards into her stomach, penetrating her all the way through and coming out her open mouth. She loved the thought of people watching as this happened to her, pulling at her bum cheeks, her tits, commenting on how she would taste after she was roasted alive over a big barbecue. In her most excited moments, she would be the one to stab her own tummy and slice herself open, or she would lower herself onto the spit, all the while with an ecstatic smile on her face........                                                                                                                                                                                                     ---------------------------------------------------------As time went on, fantasy naturally became reality, at first only to a small degree. Sarah became fixated with kitchen knives of all kinds, but especially large carving knives - she began to collect them, and during her long sessions of fantasy and masturbation she would run them across her skin, on her tummy, her tits, her pussy and her thighs.... It made her SOOOO wet to feel the cold sharp blades on her soft smooth body, and as she became more confident with them, she began to press harder. This raised her to new levels of excitement, and once she had tried this there was no turning back ! She spent long hours in front of the mirror making deep lines on her body, marveling the sensations it produced in her. She particularly enjoyed making strong deep marks on her belly where she imagined her fantasy blade would take her, and she pushed as deep into her large throbbing udders as hard as she could, without breaking the skin, but soon even this was not enough, and she knew she HAD to bleed..........Sarah decided that the easiest way to cut herself so that she bled would be to use the sharpest knife she could find, so she found the most suitable one, and it was in fact a steak knife, smaller than the carving knives and easier to handle. It was extremely sharp and had a black moulded grip - she thought it was perfect ! Sarah decided that she needed some privacy for this momentous occasion, so she waited till the house was empty, and then shut herself in her room. She stripped naked very quickly, and chose the floor to lie on because she found it more animal-like and therefore more arousing. She took the knife in her right hand and to start with, almost absent-mindedly began to run the blade up and down her body, starting on her right thigh, coming up over her stomach over her right breast, across to her left breast, and back down her body to her left thigh. This felt good so she continued but pressed a little harder, digging into her flesh a bit. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she savored the exquisite feelings that were flowing through her now, imagining that she was alive on a butcher's table, looking up at him, even nodding at him and thanking him, as he prepared to slice her ready for dinner. This made her really, really hot and her pussy was throbbing now, so she felt it was time to press harder with the knife. She pushed down and drove the blade deep into her skin, not yet breaking it but making almost black marks now, and she relaxed her stomach muscles as much as she could so she could feel the blade deeper into her belly.   Sarah took the knife between her legs and worked it over her pussy lips, at first stroking but quickly scratching deeply, and it felt amazing - she wanted more, more, more so she dared herself to at first just tickle her clit with the very end of the blade.. This was such a wonderful tease that she couldn't help but push harder and harder, running the tip around her clit, and directly over it, and then pushing into it......... her body sizzled with electricity and she felt as if fireworks had been set off within her ! She knew that this was an amazing, life-changing experience, one that would affect her forever now that she had discovered how much pleasure she took from pain, and this reinforced her meat fantasies a hundred times ! She KNEW she wanted to bleed, she HAD to bleed.........!!!!!!!!Sarah thought the best place on her body to cut for her first time would probably be her stomach - she ached with longing when she imagined being stabbed deep into her tummy, and dreamt of kissing her lover and grabbing the handle too, pulling it in deeper.... She positioned the knife on her lower belly, and began to mark herself in a line across, almost like a c-section. She moved the blade back and forth, testing her skin, seeing how much force it would take to just break the skin slightly.. She increased the pressure little by little, and her body began to react - her pussy was dripping, her heart pounding in her chest, she was gasping and moaning in pure ecstasy. She could feel that she was close now, just a little more, just a little more until she made herself meat for the first time, willing meat-flesh, tit-meat, cunt-meat, thigh-meat, butt-meat, cut, sliced, prepared for dinner, gorgeous submissive soft groaning panting dripping meat, meat to be roasted, meat to be grilled.... she was SOOOOO hot at the thought of her own blood flowing, she was SOOOOO aroused by her perverse need to cut herself open, even just a little bit, she kept going, pushing deeper and deeper, back and forth on that wonderful area of her lower belly, that sexy willing unprotected area of her that needed the pain, needed to be taken, needed to be hurt so badly and completely, that she needed to offer up, that she needed to present to the world....... she needed to give herself like this, needed it deep within her to be so total, couldn't settle for less, had to be killed for meat, killed for meat, killed for meat........ She said those words over and over, she said them out loud, gradually getting louder as she drove the knife deeper into her soft waiting belly, arching her back now in an attempt to offer herself up more, on the brink of the most intense orgasm of her life, knowing that she will come and come and come when the blade finally takes her, when she is sliced and bleeding like fuck-meat - she began to implore her imaginary butcher to finish her off ' KILL ME..... OH GOD, KILL MEEEE PLEAAAASE....... DO IT !!!! DO IT, DO IT !!!!!SLICE ME OPEN... CUT ME OPEN LIKE I NEED YOU TO.... I BEEEEEEEEEEEG YOU.... IT HAS TO BE LIKE THIS, I NEEEEEEEEEED IT....!!!!!!!  I'M YOUR MEAT, YOUR FUCK-MEAT, NOTHING BUT FUCK-MEAT...... CUT ME OPEN AND SPIT ME... OH GOD FUCK ME WITH THE SPIT.....!!!!!! I'M YOUR PIG - KILL YOUR LITTLE PIG, GIVE IT WHAT IT WANTS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sarah was so so close now, and she imagined the roasting pit, the smell of cooking flesh, the spit, the crowd watching, OH GOD, THE CROWD WATCHING !!!!!!!! She imagined the crowd tight around her, licking their lips at the sight of her beautiful large wobbling breasts, tight thighs, perfect bum and toned tummy as she was finished off for them, all the while looking up at them and thanking them for killing their little fuck-pig...... at that moment, she finally achieved her goal, and cut her belly - she felt the waves of pleasure fire through her body and soul as she felt her warm red blood trickle out across her, to her pussy and thighs and to her tits... She touched her wound and although it wasn't deep it felt just like she wanted it to, like a strip of white-hot pain across her stomach, burning into her brain......                                                                                                                                                                                           ---------------------------------------------------------Sarah lay still for a while, basking in the final throes of the multiple orgasms that took over her mind and body, enjoying the sight and the feel of the blood oozing from her stomach.... She ran her finger through it and spread it out over her tits, lifting them up to her mouth to lick clean. She loved the taste of her own blood - it made her feel like she was in a way eating herself.. She decided that she wanted to see herself in this state, get a good look at her body so she could remember it, so she left her room and went to the bathroom to inspect herself in the mirror. She found the sight of her bleeding body so arousing that she masturbated again, right there, looking herself up and down, and staring into her own eyes when she came...... She knew that she would definitely be doing this again, next time experimenting with her tits and pussy..... she knew she would video herself, face included, and post it on the internet somewhere, maybe even do an introduction to the camera, to explain how much of a perverted twisted sex-slut pig-fuck she was, and how she longed to be killed....... maybe she would even find that special someone, that would make her lifelong dream come true...............................??