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(continuation of my breast fantasy) <part 3>
Leaning
forward and firmly clicking the handcuffs over my left wrist, I knew that
after I put my hands behind my back and clasp them onto the other wrist my
fate would be sealed. Slowly, I brought my arms back and placed my other hand
in the unlocked cuff. Hesitating, I began pondering the gravity of this final
decision. Had my mad obsession for this animal really driven me this far, or
was it just maddness? Could I make a more rational decision if I had more
time? As I tried to think about these things, the full euphoric intoxication of
the drug overcame me and caused me to fall backwards in an uncontrollable
stupor. When the upper half of my ardently throbbing body suddenly met the
chilly unyielding slab with a deep thud, I heard the distinctive ratcheting
sound of the handcuffs. I tried to move my hands from underneath me, but
to no avail. The jaws of the remaining cuff had locked securely onto my
other wrist as the weight of my lithe body came down upon it. It was done.
The final decision had been involuntary, but nonetheless it has definitely
been made and now I will have to pay the supreme price to realize my
notion of the ultimate in sexual gratification. As my trussed up young
body helplessly laid there with my two well
fattened breasts jutting out in all of their honey basted splendor, I
cryed out for Sam to come and get his dinner. After what seemed like an
eternity, my carnivorous companion made his appearance and cautiously
paced around the plate I so deliciously occupied. He had a curious and
bewildered look on his rugged face as he began to circle closer to me.
He suddenly turned to pace in the opposite direction and accidentally
knocked over one of the empty honey jars with his long stiff tail. The
glass container broke into six or seven large pieces, with a big broken
section of the jar's base sliding down the slab and stopping when it
hit my right elbow. The fragment came to rest with it's sharp jagged
edge pointing up just inches away from my right breast. The noise of
the breaking glass temporarily startled Sam, but now that he saw there
was no imminent danger he came and stood directly over me and stared
intently into my eyes. It was at that moment, when I knew he sensed my
total and willing surrender to his predatory instincts. For the first
time in his life he looked at me as his prey and not as his playful
companion. As his hungry eyes began to examine his helpless victim, I
noticed his mouth beginning to water. Seeing him like this for the
first time, I was consumed with trembling fear and unbridled lust
simultaneously.
In my inebriated state, my glazed eyes gaped at his massive belly and
imagined how much it would swell, as it became bloated with my very
succulent and easily digestable flesh, packed tightly inside of it's
warm inviting confines. As I became more enamored with idea of filling
the emptiness that was reserved for me, I arched my back and thrust my
two tastiest offerings under his drooling mouth to entice him to hasten
the painful transition. Sam obliged me by giving my right breast a very
firm nudge with his nose, as if he was inspecting the buldging mound
for tenderness. As he continued to prod the delectably tasty morsel and
watch it's plumpness quiver from side to side, he inadvertently caused
it to flop over onto the jagged piece of glass that lay beside me. The
sharp edge of the broken honey jar sliced deeply into the side of my
soft creamy breast, leaving a painfully large gash that began to bleed
profusely. Seeing this I knew that the sensuous aspect of my contrived
fantasy would never be acted upon, because once the taste of my fresh
warm blood tantalized Sam's palate, he would rend me piecemeal. As my
pounding heart pumped the very essense of my being out of my punctured
udder, I arched myself up and submissively offered the tasty dripping
breastmeat to him one more time. When he slowly crouched down onto his
haunches, I knew the feast was about to begin because that is the
position he assumes just before he begins to feed. As I briefly shut
my eyes, I felt the warmth of his breath just before his tongue began
ardently lapping up my freely flowing juices as they spurted forth
with every beat of my heart. I let my body slowly recline while Sam
continued to drink the sweet warm elixer that gushed from within me.
(continued)