This fantasy contains debreasting, knife fucking and disembowelment. If such topics are not your thing. This is the wrong post for you. For those that like this sort of thing, enjoy! Excuse any typos or grammar errors. I don’t get a ton of time to proof everything I write.
My hands were sweaty and shaking like crazy. I had to constantly remind myself not to speed while repeatedly wiping my wet hands on my jeans in an attempt to keep them from slipping off the steering wheel. Another 15 minutes and I’d be at the ride-share parking lot. I doubted that he’d even really show up. People are understandably “all talk” behind their keyboards. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to make it all the way to the parking lot without throwing up from nerves and then promptly turning around and going home. It’d be so easy to just never show up and come up with an excuse like my car shit the bed.
“Two more stop lights and my last turn,” I mumbled to myself. “You’re fucking crazy...this is fucking crazy,” I said while wiping my sweaty palms again. I didn’t even realize that I had driven the last 45 minutes with no music blaring. I was so lost in my own thoughts it never even phased me it was so eerily quiet in the car until I turned onto the street that led to the parking lot.
I didn’t know what I wanted to see when the ride-share lot came into view. Did I want to see a lot full or cars, no cars or just his car? Cosmic intervention chose about a dozen cars scattered among the first few rows of available spaces. Only one rusty, white, windowless delivery van was parked in the back corner of the lot. He was there. I felt my heart nearly stop and then start hammering away inside my chest.
“I could just keep driving by the lot. He doesn’t even know what I drive,” my mind raced. But it was too late. As if no longer in control of my actions, I had turned into the lot and began making my way to the spot next to his.
My breathing became labored, and I felt a surge of adrenaline as I pulled forward into the spot next to him. His window was down and he was smoking a cigarette. I lowered mine and he said, “Layla?” I couldn’t find the words to utter in this situation. I managed a smile.
“You’re even prettier in person--not that you weren’t pretty over cam as well. Ready to have a picnic?” he smiled and took a drag.
“As I’ll ever be. Do I...what do I do with my purse and keys?” I stammered. “Sorry, I’m a little anxious. It’s not like I’ve done this before.”
“Understandable. You don’t need to apologize.” He blew out a cloud of smoke that danced in the breeze between the cars. “It’s up to you I suppose. You can bring them or lock both in the trunk of your car.”
Decision time. We had talked about this so many times. This was the pivotal moment. I knew what I was consenting to if I locked my purse and keys in my trunk. I also knew that if I brought them with me, I’d be going home later--maybe in rougher shape but still I’d be going home. I rolled up my window and got out with purse in hand making sure to lock my car. As I walked to the back of my car, I turned and opened the trunk and tossed my belongings in. No keys. No cell phone. No purse. I just had the clothes I was wearing. As I shut the trunk, I saw him smiling at me.
I wiped my hands against my thighs and thought, “Looks like no school for me Monday.” I walked around to his passenger door and got in. It almost seemed pointless to put on a seatbelt, but I was a creature of habit. He noticed my appeal for motor vehicle safety and chuckled.
“Well you don’t want something to happen to me before the picnic do you?” I said playfully. Making the joke began to put me at ease and calm my raging anxiety a tiny bit. Still, I kept fidgeting and wiping my hands clean of sweat as he drove us down the two lane road.
It was late May and already insanely hot with a dose of humidity thrown in just to make you miserable. “Everything is so lush and green,” I remarked while staring out the dirty window.
“It’ll certainly work to our advantage. Hooray for global warming and the trees blooming early,” he wryly joked.
“Normally, when it’s like this, I’d be in a bikini next to the pool; sweating while getting tan.”
“I bet that is a hell of a sight,” he said putting his right hand on my thigh while gripping it firmly. It felt good to have such a powerful grip around my leg. I felt a tingle run up my body and back down into my clit.
“Can I?” I asked pointing to the pack of Camels in the cupholder. He nodded. I grabbed one and lit it with his lighter. The influx of nicotine felt so good. I slid down a bit into the seat.
“You know, those things will kill you.”
I looked over at him and he kept glancing my direction. “8 outta 10 for that one. Pretty good.” I rolled the window down and blew the smoke out. He began slowing down and we soon turned into a marked entrance to a large state park. It wasn’t the closest one to us, but that was intentional. It was certainly the largest in the entire state though--full of trails, cliffs, caves and tons of trees and forest floor brush. As we slowly crept down a narrow side road within the park, it was amazing to realize you couldn’t see more than 10 feet past the tree line.
It took another 10 minutes of driving inside the park before we turned onto a rutted, gravel service road. He hopped out and opened a gate that blocked access. He ran back to the van, looked around and quickly pulled past the gate before hoping out to close it behind us.
“It wasn’t even locked?” I asked.
“It used to be. When I found the place for us, I cut the lock and replaced it with my own from an old storage shed. Even if someone tries to come down this way, they won’t be able to and will waste a day or two trying to find the key to open it. Government at it’s very best.”
“Clever,” I said realizing the lengths he had gone to in order to set this all up. We continued down the shitty path like a bucking bronco in the van. It was largely covered in grass, and the branches from the trees that lined the road scraped against the metal roof and sides of the van like fingernails on a chalkboard. My heart began racing again. I fidgeted nervously as my mouth dried up like the desert.
“Scared?” he asked. I nodded. “Forgive me but I love this part. You’re so nervous and cute about it in your own little way. You’re ready for me to turn around?”
I shook my head while looking into the deep woods around us. “I locked everything in my trunk. Remember? I made my decision; as fucked up as it is.”
“Good girl,” he said with a smile that reflected in the window. We finally reach a tiny half-circle opening that was completely surrounded by the thick, green forest. The engine sputtered as he shut it off.
He got out and I followed still shaking like a leaf. It felt like everything was spinning or vibrating slightly around me. I walked to the back of the van where he was. “I’ve got a weird ringing in my ear.”
“Blood pressure. It must be through the roof right now.” He reached into the back of the van and grabbed a shovel and handed it to me. It was all coming true now. I kept thinking how surreal it felt in my soft hands--so rough and splintered. He grabbed a wicker picnic basket and pulled it out. “See! Told you there’d be a proper picnic basket. I wasn’t going to disappoint you.”
I couldn’t help but smile for going through all the steps in my fantasy. I couldn’t even count the number of times we role played this exact scenario over the computer. “You know what to do,” he said.
I did indeed. I leaned the shovel against the van and slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head revealing the white, see-though bra I had picked out for today. He watched with great intent as I unhook the bra and slid it down off my arms letting my small breasts free to bask in the warm sunshine. I pulled my hair back over my shoulders and leaned down to slip out of my shoes. Next, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down while looking at him.
His eyes were transfixed on me. I felt my pussy grow increasingly wet as he watched me strip in front of him out here in the woods. I shimmied and slid the jeans slowly down over my thighs until they fell against the ground. With shocking grace, I managed to step out of the legs without falling over flat onto my face. Now barefoot and only in my white, cotton thong I felt so sexy and dirty. He adjusted his cock that had grown hard and barely restrained by his pants.
“Your panties are already wet,” he said. “You’re far more comfortable with this than I ever thought you’d be, Layla.”
“It’s what I’ve always wanted. I’m just nervous because it’s so crazy that I’m here, now, actually doing this.” I slid my panties down and noticed the very visible wet spot. I picked them up and in a moment of unrestrained Hedonism, I sniffed them and licked my juice from them.
“Wow. Why did you do that?”
“I wanted to see if my cunt was any different actually doing this rather than talking about it.”
“It’s much sweeter doing it for real.” He handed me a garbage bag and had me put my clothes into it. I grabbed the shovel again and we began marching into the woods.
We walked for 15 minutes or so until he thought we were far enough from the van. “This is a good little spot,” he remarked. “Why don’t you start right over there.” I walked over to where he pointed and pushed the shovel into the ground. I was so grateful it had rained recently. The earth was soft and fairly easy to dig up. He sat on a fallen tree and watched as I repeatedly plunged the shovel into the ground and extracted clump after clump.
“I gotta say, that your idea to have you dig your own grave is incredible. It’s incredibly sexy to watching you sweating and toiling away for your final resting place. Is it everything you hoped it would be?”
I panted but kept working at my task. “It’s everything and more.” I must have dug for an hour before he said it was adequate. My hands burned and ached from digging as did my now muddy feet from stepping onto the shovel to drive it into the ground.
He had cleared out a little bare patch of ground and toss my clothes into a pile. Reaching into the picnic basket he pulled out a can of lighter fluid and squirted it all over my belongings. Once he was content with the amount, he tossed a match onto the pile. And, in an instant, my clothes were being reduced to ash. It certainly drove home the finality of the game I was playing.
“Lay down here next to the fire,” he instructed. I walked over and laid down on the damp ground only a foot or so from my burning clothes. He sat the basket down next to me and squatted. Reaching inside yet again, he pulled out the sheathed hunting knife he had shown me so many times before on Skype. I was shocked to see it in person and audibly gasped when he held it above my face.
He pulled it out from the protective guard, and I could feel my eyes grow wider than they have ever been. “Oh my god,” I moaned. It was magnificent and the exact one I had shown him from Amazon. It seems like a weird thing to have on your wishlist, but here it was--bought especially for bringing me pleasure. He placed the blade directly between my small breasts. I was going crazy as if it were taunting me.
“Now, from this point forward, we need to use the gag you picked out. Ready?”
“Oh fuck I am so ready,” I said greedily. He returned to our special picnic basket and pulled out the pink, marble pattern ball gag. I lifted my head and pulled my hair out of the way as he pressed the over-sized ball into my mouth and secured the straps extremely tight. I put my head back down into the dirt waiting for the fun to begin.
My clothes had largely burned up. The heat they provided was largely gone as he straddled my naked body. My heart thumped wildly against my ribs as he ran the knife’s tip down from mouth, over my chin, down my neck and between my breasts. He was torturing me; barely grazing my skin with the sharp tip.
“So pretty. If only your parents or classmates knew where you were and what you’re having done to you. I bet they wouldn’t even believe that it was you begging for this for months on end since we first met online. I didn’t think you had it in you, but you’ve proven me wrong. It’s kind of a shame to desecrate such a beautiful body in it’s prime. But, I enjoy giving you what you want more,” he smiled.
He grabbed my right nipple and firmly pumped up my breast until it hurt and felt like it was going to be ripped from my rib cage. I watched in utter awe as he drew the shiny blade against the base of my breast. “I bet this hurts,” he said as he began sawing into my flesh. I screamed into my gag and watched as the blade sliced it's way completely through my entire right breast. It almost popped off my body as the knife cut through the last bit of skin. There it was, dangling from his hand above my body as it dripped blood onto me.
I couldn’t control myself and reached underneath him and began playing with my hungry pussy. I was so depraved from being de-breasted but I had to get off. I used to think that I’d be too scared or too much in pain to be aroused. I was happy that I was wrong. He took note of me masturbating, “You are such a filthy girl. I love it.” He reached for my left nipple and pulled on it firmly as he had done with the right. As the blade once again broke through the resistance of my flesh, I found myself having an unexpected orgasm that continued until my left breast was removed as well.
“You certainly didn’t have big breasts, but I think I preferred the excitement and challenge of removing these better. Plus, you look so good without them--just two bloody wounds.” I came again with those magical words ringing in my ears. I bucked my hips wildly and let the orgasm wash over my body while I looked at my ruined chest in pure bliss.
"Time for the main event, Layla my dear. Are you ready?” Oh god was I ready. I couldn’t believe that I’d ever be truly ready but I was. I wanted it. I needed it with every bit of my being.
He stood up, and I put my feet flat on the forest floor and moved them to my butt. Placing his knees between my ankles he pushed my feet far apart; giving him easy access to my soaking wet pussy. I still teased my clit with my left hand while touching my bloody chest with my right. I lifted my head and watched as the now bloody knife disappeared between my legs. “Fuck. He's going to do it,” my mind raced.
With that thought, he pushed the blade, slowly and forcefully into my cunt. The tip dug and tore my tender, vaginal walls. I could picture them being slowly shredded as he pushed it deeper and deeper ever so slowly. I rubbed my swollen clit furiously. Sometimes my fingers would dance across the dull top of the blade only adding to my sensory overload. Knowing that I was rubbing my clit while feeling this knife plunging into my cunt drove me wild with emotion and lust.
I felt him hit the back of my pussy. I let out a yelp into the gag as the tip dug into me. “Looks like someone has a shallow little cunt. It’s a good thing she picked out the longest knife they had. You certainly invested a lot of thought into this fantasy, Layla.” I nodded wildly that I had indeed spent way too much time thinking about this exact scenario.
“It's just so,” he said with a grunt and leaning into the knife forcing the knife to puncture my cervix and enter my womb. “It’s just so fucking hot to find a girl who knows exactly what she wants.” He drove the knife in deeper. “Mmmhhh like one that likes having her womb knife fucked out in the woods next to her burned clothes and self-dug grave.” I came a third time hearing him say that.
I felt the hilt enter my pussy and scrape me on all sides. He began carefully fucking me with the knife. Long slow withdrawals followed by hard, steady drives of the knife back through my vaginal walls into my womb. It hurt so incredibly bad that I ended up pissing all over his hand and ground. “God that is so fucking hot,” he said with renewed vigor in his motions. I could feel the blood pouring out of my cunt and pooling up against my butt cheeks. He was shredding my delicate fuck hole just like i wanted. Only one thing remained to cap off my fantasy.
“That little slit and womb of yours if rightly fucked up. Bits of you came out with every thrust. It’s so sexy.” He withdrew the knife to show me the bloody bits of my tender insides coating it. I was ecstatic. It was exactly what I’d hoped it’d be.
“It’s getting late. I need to finish you off so I can bury you, and get out before the park closes and a ranger starts asking questions.” Mmmhhh. Hearing him say “finish me off” and “bury me” was intoxicating. I replayed those words over and over in my mind as he drug me by my hair over to the grave I dug earlier.
He leaned me on my side while I held myself in position. I wanted to tell him how grateful I was that he was fulfilling my fantasy to the last detail. I looked at him as he leaned over my back. “I told you that if you really wanted it, that I’d give you everything you wanted. Are you as happy as I am?” he asked.
I nodded and tried to say, “Thank you,” into my gag. It must have been enough because he said, “You’re welcome, Layla.”
He placed the knife toward my left hip against the ground and pressed the blade into my bowels. I screamed in painful ecstasy as he pulled it up towards my other hip. I watched my final wish come true as my intestines dropped out of my body, and with a loud squish, plopped into a pile in my grave. I looked at my wound as a my guts dangled, still connected to my body.
My final orgasm took place without even a finger on my clit. All it took was my dream coming true.
