It is still a thrill, knowing that a sharp, drawn arrow might be leveled at you. Maybe this time my fingers will slip on the string, as it is not nothing to keep a bow drawn, and you know I love to savor the moment. Your eyes are closed, your belly pants, nude in the breeze. You are whole and intact, a part of your mind wondering what to have for dinner, another thinking about a movie coming out soon, your future still very real, the immediacy of something else, but a game. You know I won't 'really' do it. You are a living, vibrant, whole Kelsey, who could go on that way for a very long time.

And then there is a clean, sharp coring of you, into the nether nest of your belly! Your rectum flutters as an arrow point quivers, resting right above it. You feel every bit of the shaft deep inside of you, slippery with your juices, your guts slither around it, the most intense fuck of your now, oh so very short life.

Your eyes are awesomely huge, your mouth agape, there is little thought in you but shock. You let out a little cry. You are not sure if it's pleasure or dismay. You hadn't 'really' intended to get yourself killed. But you have! You've been shot deep in your belly with an arrow!

You look at me, I am approaching, my cock furiously erect, a big knife in one hand. I am not finished. You can see though that you 'are' finished, there is no way you are surviving this.

My knife hand goes to the small of your back, supporting you, my other hand cups your sex, a finger slipping inside to feel your sopping wetness. I guide you down to the ground, your legs open wide in invitation as you settle. I kneel below you, my cock slips deep inside of you. I start to fuck you, the arrow jostling inside of you with my every thrust, reminding you of it's every surface with every beat.

You are dead! You have been killed! You just have a little bit of dying left to do.

So much for your life, all that you were, everything you did and thought, all those hopes and plans, loves, dreams... You are now just a death fuck. I am fucking you to death! You are now nothing more than a piece of dying meat, waiting to be butchered.

I pull the arrow out of you, not too fast, so you can feel it slipping out. The hole in you feels cool, as if it is breathing the cool air outside of you. Then it fills with your hot blood as you feel me put my blade to the very bottom of your belly, it's sharpness screaming sensation as it starts to push.

Slowly I bear down, wanting this moment to last. Slowly your skin parts beneath it.

Meat! Being butchered!

The knife cuts through your belly meat. A pressure inside you builds against the blade's tip, something inside of you resisting, swelling like a taunt balloon against it. And then you realize it is your bladder, just as it bursts over the blade, popping with a near audible sensation. Hot fluid rushes inside of you. And still the knife sinks.

The knife reaches your cervix and presses upon it, my cock thrusting, pushing your womb onto the blade, cutting slowly open. The blade bears down, your cervix is cut in two, your womb split in half! Your vagina is wide open inside of you! I am fucking your guts now.

Right to the hilt the knife goes, every bit of the blade buried deep inside of your belly flesh. I leave it resting deep, while I bend down to kiss your mouth. My belly pressure forces it even deeper, my every movement cutting you more. It is no gentle lips that kiss you. I take you, my tongue fucks your mouth every bit as intensely as my blade fucks your belly. You are meat, fuck meat, snuff meat, dead meat, my meat, and I would take it with my mouth while I kill it.

I am killing a bellybutt! You are that bellybutt! You are a dying bellybutt being killed for the momentary sexual pleasure of a killer.

I break away from my tongue diving to look into the eyes of my dying fuck meat. It gurgles and squeaks. "I'm going to gut you." Your eyes and mouth are still wide in shock. "I'm going to gut you like a fish." You are too busy dying to speak. "I'm going to gut you right now." And with that you feel my hand grasp the knife still buried inside of you.

I sit up and with every thrust of my cock, I also move the knife, up and down, slowly, over and over, the blade slowly cutting, sawing your belly open. Bit by bit, from the very bottom of your belly it starts to open. With every stroke, you feel your guts being cut apart. The knife climbs up reaching your navel, and with several strokes, slowly cuts your navel clean in half, passing right through the middle of it.

Still the knife climbs, your upper belly starting to open. Your belly starts to gape, rolls of butchered, bleeding guts can be seen through the gash of what was once your belly. I finish opening you, the knife stopping only when it reaches the bone of your chest. I do not have to use my hands to spread you, your belly gapes on it's own. Rolls slither out of you, juices squirt.

You can barely breathe. My knife has cut through your diaphragm. I bend down to again do that tongue thing I think is a kiss. You feel my hands inside of you as I do, exploring, squeezing, pulling parts of you out.

I empty you. With both hands I pull chunks of your now useless guts out of you and dump them beside you. Bits that might stick I pull harder, my hands squishing through your juice. You feel me inside of you scraping you clean.

There is none of you that isn't covered with your gore now. You look down and see the empty hollow of your meat, looking like what a butcher might hang as sectioned meat. You can see my cock fucking the bit of vagina I have left inside of you, the head of my cock with each thrust popping out of the top of it, where your vagina was cut open. Your last sight is my cum ejaculating out of the hollow your your dead and empty carcass and landing on your dead face.

Outstanding. Thanks again, Peter.