You come on the scene, having targeted and tracked the prey. She’s startled. First you try to master her most expediently by holding your arms out to your sides and confidently asserting, “Woe, woe, woe, there’s nowhere to go. You can’t escape. Relax.” You add matter-of-factly, “I’m a hunter. I’m going to kill you, clean you, gut you and butcher you. You can either lie down and I’ll just quickly snap your neck, or you can struggle and it’ll just hurt more. Relax and make it easy.” Perhaps you’re also in headset radio contact with another colleague, and you relay your status as the kill proceeds. Though some female animals faint, most prey choose to struggle, and you wrestle the animal to the ground on her tummy with access to her cuntmeat. You aim for thumb in the vagina and palm and fingers secured over the fatty mound and pelt. As she struggles, you work the cunt gently but insistently, stroking the vagina, inner lips and clitoris. If the prey is particularly strong, she may scissor-kick or roll to protect her cunt, her fatty inner thighs straining and twisting. Hint: pin her around the midsection with an enfolding arm and hoist the rump in the air to prevent hitting or successful rolling. Be patient and possibly first hook the animal’s anus as a landmark before striking into the trophy pudenda, particularly if she has a thick pelt. As a last resort in securing the prize vulva, you may quickly snap the prey’s head down onto a hard surface, if available, to stun her momentarily while you lock into the wet cunt. Your face is pressed to her neck as you continue to whisper the hopeless inevitability of her becoming a carcass. Paradoxically the caressing excites her and her areolae, nipples and cunt become engorged with fluid as she whimpers and moans. Her struggles gradually weaken as terror and exhaustion compete with her primal sexual drive. It is of course your choice to snap the animal’s neck or otherwise finish the kill whenever you like, but little does the prey understand that her sexual arousal is also tenderly, naturally marinating her meat. Maintain a strong grip on her neck with your fangs while you work any visible breast with your free hand, distracting her from scissor-kicking or otherwise hiding her cunt. Another option is to use a cunt plug with settings for toxic shock kill, sedation, marination and vibration. This is your personal choice as you optimize the meat for later butchering. You’re a skilled, experienced hunter and you’ll be gentle yet firm. Maintain firm, insistent pressure, e.g., fangs on throat, hand inside cunt, especially after snipping the carcass’ perineum if this is your style. Maybe the prey will uselessly flail arms and legs, possibly even with a defiant look on her face. Patiently, gently push and pin the prey down, quietly finish the kill and claim the prey using your hungry incisors on the cunt’s joined inner lips. Don’t hurt or frighten her. Relax her and make a snuggling, intimate kill, stroking and cuddling the cooling animal to relax her before and even during field dressing or full butchering. “It’s over,” you whisper to her, your fingers massaging her tongue, lolling her head. “Relax, go to sleep. Shhh.” Following the actual kill, lovingly whisper into her dead, sad eyes as you stroke her hair, “I’m proud of you for struggling so well and then surrendering so fully.” She is now completely relaxed and at peace, though possibly she may at first be in denial about her own kill.

Be intimate, sympathizing with the kill, gently convincing her that she’s dead, reassuring her that her carcass will be properly butchered, kissing her lips and eyes, patting and stroking the tum-tum and cunt, rolling, washing, cuddling. Any remaining resistance will gradually, inevitably fade as you lovingly give her evidence that she’s a carcass. Slit her, gut her, let her feel the cool open air on her innards. Lick or eat the cunt. Remove her clothes, her shoes, sling her, slit and bleed the breast meat, compress and drain the bladder. Gently nuzzle your fingers inside any killing wound, e.g., knife to brain, heart. She won’t need her clothes and shoes anymore. When she has finally accepted that she is now simply meat, emphasize with gentle but insistent rhetoric that her tender cuts shouldn’t be wasted, that she’ll feel the ecstasy of the finest butchering of her fatty carcass. “Honey, I’m sorry, I know it’s not very comfy on that cold bag or steel table, but just relax, you’re doing fine. I’ll be right here with you.” deftly slit and prepare her as you coo to her sweetly, whether distracting her from the butchering or drawing quiet, loving attention to it. Maybe turn her face away, caress her forehead and whisper, “Shhh, don’t look. Just relax and go to sleep.” The hunter can also maintain a quiet, running dialog either with himself or with a colleague, commenting professionally on the ease of kill, quality of breast and cunt meat, draining, cunt style (floret or tunnel, recessed or extruded, wet, tight or flabby cunt meat). The colleague may even be invited soto voce to palpate the breasts or spread the cunt lips. The kill is being celebrated; the trophy is being triumphantly showcased by the proud hunter. In claiming full possession of the conquered animal, the hunter may kiss and teethe from the feet and toes up to the surrendered cunt prize. Take your time; you own the carcass, so get to know her fully, reinforcing the surrender and even earning the trust of the carcass before completely butchering it.

The cunt and anal plugs can be like soothers, using warmth, marination or vibration to relax the kill. Leave one in when aging the meat for later gutting. Reassure your prey that you will return to care for her tender carcass. When following up later, first use your hunting knife to slit the dead animal just ahead of the cunt’s protective fatty mound. This will relieve the carcass of tummy gas due to bloating.

Slow Kill: Part 1

I look back, I have an eternity now to do so on the events of my murder. Fate and circumstances put me and my killer on the course that led to my end. He’s an efficient determined hunter and his prey are dumb, unsuspecting, trusting females known as BBWs, BUWs, SSBBWs and SSBUW (me). I never heard the words “she has suck a pretty face if only she was slim”, truth was I am (or was) ugly. Eyes too small for my head, facial hair, crooked teeth with an extreme overbite, fat saggy sausage like tits, heavy cellulitic drooping belly and saddle bag thighs. I never learned to use make up correctly so I usually wore too much. Lesson here girls (less is more when your very young and when your old). I smoked too much, ate too much and chose my men poorly. At present the only man who paid any attention to me was my eventual killer. For all my shortcomings I was a hard worker and had a job as the night clerk at a 24 hour convenience store. Not a hard job and for much of the night I was able to sit behind the counter and not have to move around a lot. My killer showed up one night, chatted with me, small talk about the weather and stuff, but I never felt worried or concerned, even flattered when his questions and attentions turned to me. Through it he learned I lived alone in a small house I rented a ways from town. He even told me to be careful as a lady alone can attract the wrong type of attention. Little did I realize it was he who was plotting my murder each time he stopped in to buy gas, a pack of cigarettes, a snack. I came to look forward to his visits, to step outside and have a cigarette with him. Then he stopped all of a sudden. I was heart broken.
It was a warm Monday night, my day off. I had picked up a pizza for dinner and watched TV, and finally went to bed about midnight. He found the back door by the porch easy to open and waited in the dark kitchen for me to get up as I always did for a snack. His arm went around my thick neck in a classic choke hold. At 320# I was handful as my legs are extremely strong but like many fat women I had little upper body strength to prevent his arm from pinching off my carotid artery and windpipe. He let me expend my energy waltzing me around the kitchen crashing into the counter and frig as all the time squeezing my neck tighter. As my struggles slowed he told me how valiantly I fought for my life but that I never really had a chance. “I picked you out specially for tonight’s experiment. I always look for new ways to kill a big fat lady like you. Shooting you in the head or stabbing you to death are exciting ways and have their own rewards but after awhile I need to find new excitements. Now I’m going to squeeze your neck some more. You will pass out and when you awake I will explain what will happen to you next.” I felt the pressure then the embarrassment of losing control of my bladder. My pungent pee running our of me like a waterfall don my leg puddling the floor. “Good girl Andrea, I’ll bet that feels good to let go like that. I’m not mad at you for pissing, just don’t loosen your bowels”.

Part 2

I felt my head pounding as he applied just enough pressure render me unconscious. He felt the force on his arms increase as my knees buckled and he bent over letting my body drop to my heavy ass then released his grip, grabbed me by my hair and lowered my upper body to the floor. He stripped me of my night gown and slippers. He noted the three rings on my fingers and that they would need to be removed. If there were any relatives that came forward after my demise he would mail my jewelry to them as a gesture of rememberence. He was gone only a short time to bring in his video camera and tripod as well as his equipment bag, 5 gallon pails, heavy garbage bags and a smaller bag.
“Andrea, Andrea, come on honey wakey wakey” he says kneeling next to me. He moves my head side to side noting the severe bruising on the front and right side of my neck. “your neck is thick and strong it would have been a chore to snap it” he notes out loud. As I come around I realize where I am and try to get up. “easy does it Andrea” as he puts his hand around my neck and give it a strong squeeze. Be a good girl and you just might survive” I look at him with my scared eyes wide. “yes you might just co-operate we are going to do a little experiment. I need your co-operation. If you co-operate you may survive. If not I will slit your throat. Do you understand?” I nod. “Good girl. Nothing I am about to do will be painful in the next couple of minutes. As a matter of fact you most likely will enjoy it. Now roll to your side, I’ll help you. Good!’ I feel him rub a cooling salve between my ass cheeks then his finger up my asshole working in the lubricant. “very nice and tight, this will help a lot. If you have ever had anal intercourse and a woman of your questionable looks would definitely be most likely taken from behind, though a bag over your head might help. sorry that was uncalled for. Now for the plug. this might be uncomfortable.” I feel the force of his push as he inserts a butt plug into me. The thick rubber plug is bigger on theend and I give a cry of pain as the big end it forced into me. The uncomfortable feeling fades quick replaced by the pleasure of having my colon stretched. He pats my butt and rubs it. “see I told you that it would feel good” He manipulate me back to lying on my back and gives me some water. “we are almost ready and remember that if you are a good girl you just might survive. I maybe many things but if you survive the experiment you will go free”. He forces my feet flat and bends my legs at the knees then spreads my thighs. My huge belly spills downward. “this won’t do” he says disappointed. “I was afraid of that, sorry but I have to get you on your knees instead.”

I feel him release my hand cuffs. My wrists are hurting from the steel restraints. 'Now be a good girl and don't try anything.' I look up and he is pointing a pistol at my head. "I won't hesitate to shoot you Andrea. I prefer to have my experiment so roll over and get in the doggie position.' I struggle feeling a tight pleasure all over my bowels and strecthed anus. I get to all fours. "very good, I'm glad I didn't have to shoot you'