My cunt always tingles when I know it is time for a shopping trip. He always goes with me to help pick out our meat. We hunt in the low income and homeless area of town because we know that our food will not be missed.
Today it seemed the only food on the street were either scrawny little cunts that were all drugged up or very old. Both make for fucking tough, chewy and stringy meat. We had almost given up when my friend saw her standing there behind a dumpster. We approached her and discovered her name was Tammi. A good looking little bitch just on the brink of being to thin. My friend gave her a burger and some fries to break the ice and she devoured them going so far as to lick the salt out of the bag the fries were in. When she greedily sucked her fingers clean I came on the spot thinking of how she will taste.
We offered her dinner and she readily accepted. After dinner we offered her a place to stay in our basement. It wasn’t much but it was warm and dry and she would get three meals a day. If she only knew what we had planned for her!
Over the next few months we will feed her and fatten her up and fuck like crazy at the thought of our meat in the basement and the day we will slaughter her. With luck we will fuck her too before she goes to slaughter. We are already finding the perfect recipes to prepare her when the time comes.
It will be like every other, she will not understand when we tell her she is to be dinner. She will cry and beg when we tie her up to shave all her hair clean in preparation for butchering. We will keep her calm so the adrenalin doesn’t make her tough and stringy. We want fresh young healthy meat at it’s prime.
My friend will gut and butcher her so that we have the best cuts of meat as I apply herbs, seasoning and marinade before stocking our freezer for our meals and parties.
We love preparing our meat for slaughter, feeding it only the finest foods, without any preservatives or artificial colors. And we love the thrill that the thought creates as we fuck like the primal, wild animals that we are.