Chapter 3
While moving towards the back side of John's bed, the side close to the window, she said "Look, since you have agreed that you are going to be eaten, you realize that at some point in the future the "inevitable" must happen to you right? But don't worry, it's not going to happen any time soon and I will make sure that you won't expect it at all it when it happens and that you won't feel any pain". John still could't believe what he was hearing. If she is serious, it means that she wants him to kill and eat him for real. A part of him was so afraid about this, but another part, the strongest one, was really excited about becoming his aunt's meal and obviously Laura's too. "What did I earn by living normally all these years that I am alive? Just a few minutes of truly believing that I will be eaten have made me more excited than my entire previous life. If it happens for real then so be it, it's worth it" he thought. His aunt continued "what I want from you is to be a good boy and stay here the whole time, completely silent. Since you are going to become essentially our food I don't want you to have any interaction with your uncle or your cousin for some time, so that they can easier consume you without remorses when the time comes. To be sure that you will stay here I will tie you right here on your bed. When Laura or your uncle is in this room I will cover you with this blanket. Since you will be tied you won't be able to move, but you must also keep yourself silent and without making noises. If you speak I will have to tape your mouth. The only person you will speak to is me, when no one is around and the only reason is if you need to use the bathroom. I will untie you and allow you to use it. Do you agree with those terms?". John noded positively while clearly saying "yes", needing so much to take part in this scenario, but he honestly didn't believe that his aunt could really kill him, even if she was serious. He was mostly afraid that he would feel very uncomfortable being tied up the whole time. "But at least I will feel like a piece of meat in front of Laura. While she is around, I will be just a covered piece of meat and she will know that it is really me under the blanket" he thought. All these thoughts made his fully erected cock to jerk on its own a couple of times in front of his aunt.
Aunt Jessica, being at the right side of his bed said "allright, now lie on your left side and give me your arms at your back so that I can tie them". As she said, John turned on his left side, lying on the bed with his left abdomen and willingly moved his arms at his back towards his aunt. His legs were bent at a 45 degree angle one on top of the other and his fully erected cock was sandwitched between them, with the head of the cock looking downwards to the bed. He was so turned on that transparent prostatic juices started to drip on the bed. His aunt ignored them or didn't see them at all because she was occupied in tying his arms. She did the tying slowly and that's why it didn't hurt John at all or felt tight. Soon she finished with tying his arms. John made an effort to bring his arms at his front but they proved to be securely tied at his back. "Now I will tie your legs" said his aunt and she slowly held his two ankles with her hands drawing them towards her. His cock was now moved to drip prostate juices to another spot on the bed. After securing his ankles tied between them, she used her right hand to draw the rope between the ankles and thus both John's ankles even further at his back and towards his butt. She then used a third rope to tie the ropes of his arms and his ankles between them, causing his arms and ankles to almost touch each other near his butt. This position was uncomfortable for John and he started to moan but he soon stopped, in case his moans bothered his aunt. After securing him at the position she exactly wanted she said "that's my nephew" rewarding him for his patience.
John was now completely secured with his arms and feet tied towards his back and of course completely naked lying on his left side on the bed. He felt a soft weight pressing his back side where his arms were. It was aunt Jessica's belly, who now had her arms right above him. Probably to reward him for being such a good boy, she very gently touched his erected cock and started to slowly jerk it back and forth telling him "My nephew is the best boy there is". John had many days to masturbate and he felt this unexpected sensation as the best he ever had. He closed his eyes and moved his head towards his back moaning slightly. He slightly opened his legs by separating his knees so he could give a better handle of his cock to his aunt in order to feel a better sensation. However the way his legs were tied didn't allow him to keep this position for long and he had to close them again. Aunt Jessica continued jerking his cock slowly with her right hand while with her left hand she started to caress his hair, his chest and right shoulder. Her right palm became wet by his prostatic fluids and the bedsheet under his cock became so wet, that it was visibly darker than the rest of the area. He was going to cum soon in the hand of his aunt, but she stopped jerking him and instead she used her right hand to caress his abdomen, ass and thighs. All these were so heavenly for John but he wished she would return to his cock. On some occasions, her touches were becoming more violent putting more pressure to feel the meat and the connections of the bones. He really felt that his aunt was somehow testing his meat's tenderness, which meant that she may be thinking of him as meat now, something which made him scared but turned on too. In a while, she started jerking his cock again in a wider motion this time. John was in heaven. He closed his eyes and moved his head towards his back arching his torso and hoped that she would continue jerking him to the end. He was about to have an orgasm he so wished after such a long time. Her left arm was put in such a way so that her elbow kept his head towards his back by pushing his chin, while with her left palm she was caressing his chest. And with her right hand she was jerking his cock.
While being so close to orgasm, his aunt appeared to release his cock and he soon felt a light pressure on his throat which was followed by a burning sensation and then excruciating pain. His body flounced reflectively by the sudden pain. "What's happening?" he thought. It felt as if something sharp was hurting his throat. "Oh God I think she is cutting my throat! But this can't be true, my aunt wouldn't do this to me" he thought as he was completely trusting her. He tried to beg her to stop the pain but her elbow was keeping his chin unable to open and speak, so he tried to moan but he found out that no sound was coming from his vocal chords. At some point his chin was temporary released and he tried to scream, but still no voice was coming from his mouth. His aunt's left hand instantly grabbed his chin and forcefully returned his head as far back as it could go. At the same time, she used her right knee to press hard on his back, keeping him still with his belly on the bed and his arms and legs tied towards his left and under her right calf. John being tied up was already unable to move and his aunt was keeping him in a completely secured position using all her weight. After another round of deeper cutting at his throat and even more pain, a suckling noise was heard, as if air was bubbling through a water pipe, that coincided with the beats of his heart. "My neck's arteries must be sucking air" he thought. At the same time he felt a warm sensation under his face on the bed which felt and smelled like blood. It was actually his own blood which was absorbed through the sheets. It was more than clear that his aunt had completely severed his throat and that his death was imminent. He could already feel that his view was darkekning and a strong vertigo made him lose every sense of coordination. "Oh my god, she tricked me" he thought. "She said she wouldn't kill me anytime soon but she lied to me". John couldn't understand his aunt's motives behind killing him so soon and so cruelly and believed that she would regret it later, since he never did anything to wrong her and was always so obedient. He used his diminishing strength to try and move but he could only do small jerking motions which were cancelled by his ropes and his aunt's weight. While still using her left hand to keep his chin back, she used her right hand to caress his head telling him "calm down... it's over... it's over... it's over". She then yelled "Derek! Derek! Laura!" Both his uncle Derek and Laura entered the room, Laura for sure as her strong erotic perfume was detected by John. Aunt Jessica then said "lets grab him and get him outside to hang, it's a complete mess in here. I slaughtered him right on the bed to avoid stressing him". While almost unconscious, John heard clearly all this conversation and thought "not only she lied to me about not killing me, but she also lied that no one else was going to see me naked. Now both my uncle and Laura are watching me naked and getting slaughtered" a thought that made his dying brain to feel again an embarassing but pleasurable sensation. "On top of that, they will take me outside, which means that everyone just happening to be passing by will be seeing me". In his blurry semiconscious thoughts, John honestly embraced the fact that, his worthlessness compared to an average human being, wasn's just what he liked, but also what the reality was. Indeed, as a human, he was actually much less important than what he wanted to believe, in order to fake a life worthy of living. Never in his life he managed to attract a girl and never in his life he resisted to anyone who wanted to exploit him. Now that his life was coming to an end, he didn't have to lie to himself anymore viewing the good side of its ending. Accepting the reality made him feel free of any shyness and only appreciative to the fact that his deepest fantasy appeared to be getting fulfilled. "That's what I am" he thought. He was lying in front of Laura as a big piece of actually, meat, and she appeared ready to assist in his proccesing, obviously agreeing that his appropriate fate was exactly that, to be consumed.
While uncle Derek and Laura approached his body, aunt Jessica used her knife to cut much deeper into John's neck revealing the internal side of his spine. She then cut as deeply as she could between the bones. She then used her left arm to draw his neck even further back and her right hand as a support so that only the head and not the neck would move. A strong crackling sound was heard, which meant that John's neck was now broken. She didn't continue to completely remove the head which was now held to the body only by the neck's skin. She then released his arms and legs by cutting the ropes holding them. Laura held John's right arm from the wrist using both her hands, while uncle Derek held his left one and aunt Jessica was holding him by his ankles. When they lift him from the bed, chest looking up, his head was completely limp hanging downwards. His open eyes looked straight to wherever his head was turning. At this moment, his body started to shake involuntarily. Laura suddenly screamed and let his body fell on the ground while his left arm slipped by uncle Derek because of the blood it was covered. Thus his upper body fell violently on the floor while his legs kept being held high by his aunt. "why did you let him fell down?" aunt Jessica asked angrily. "a stain of blood on my bikini!" yelled Laura. Other drops of blood were also visible on her left thigh, caused by the movement of John's hanging head. When the body stoped jerking ,they lift it up again with Laura holding it as far away from her as possible, to avoid this happening again. While they were carrying John's body outside, aunt Jessica explained how satisfied she was and how easy the overall slaughter was carried out saying "he didn't make a sound when I slaughtered him, I've always said that my nephew was the best boy there is, he was so receptive. He had a hard on the whole time right until I slit his throat, he must have liked how I handled him or the humiliation I put him into. I was suspecting for a long time that he liked to be ordered and humiliated. He was always so obedient and accepted everything I asked. I still can't believe how easy it was to convince him to get killed, I just asked him to be eaten and he said yes! Anyway, what he liked or not have no significance anymore".