Valerie spent the rest of the day, locked in her room. She wanted to be alone, and luckily for her, her uncle seemed to realize it was best to just disappear for a while.

Sleep came late for her, well after midnight, but despite her fears, she did manage to sleep.

The next day though, she woke up after another wet dream, with her panties soaked through and her body on edge. This time, though, she did remember the dream, and as she shuddered under the sheets, she bit her lips to avoid screaming.

“What is happening to me…” she moaned softly a moment later.

And then the dream, still perfectly clear in her mind, replayed in her mind.

She had been having sex with her boyfriend, back at his parents house. She was on all four as he fucked in her asshole. The pain had been terrible, but even then she was still moaning loudly as lust burned within her body.

Then without warning her boyfriend had pulled out of her asshole and he had slapped her ass hard, making her jump in pain. Without saying a word he had grabbed both her arms, and after pulling them back behind her back, he had handcuffed her wrists together.

In her dream, Valerie had let him restrain her with no resistance, and once it was done Noah had pulled her up from the bed.

He stopped for a second, smiling darkly at her, and then he started pushing her along the empty house, and for a moment Valerie had feared that his parents would be there.

What if they saw her like that? Naked and handcuffed, while their son dragged her along. But the house was mercifully empty.

Following him meekly, Valerie was taken into the garage. She had never been there before, and when they stopped by the dark entryway, she started to shudder.

Then the lights had come on and she saw it. A rope was hanging in the middle of the room, with a perfect noose tied at the end.

In her dream, Valerie had been suddenly terrified but she hadn't fought. Then Noah looked at her, smiling darkly once more, and he pushed her forward until she was standing under the noose.

“Ohhhh, god…” Valerie whispered as she remembered her dream.

Then her boyfriend slipped the rope over her head before he pulled the noose close around her neck. She could still remember how real it had all felt, and back in her bed, Valerie couldn't stop herself from pushing her panties to one side before she forced a couple of fingers inside of her pussy.

Not wanting to scream, she buried her face in her pillow, as in the dream her boyfriend finished adjusting the rope.

Once it was done, he stood in front of her, his still hard cock poking her belly and he fondled her breast for a while, pulling from her nipples until they turned white and Valerie was left gritting her teeth from the pain.

Gasping in pleasure, Valerie did the same as she continued to masturbate, pinching her sensitive nipples until they started to hurt.

“What are… what are you... going to… do…” Valerie managed to ask her boyfriend in her dream.

But Noah only smiled as her caressed her face tenderly, making her shiver in arousal, and then without warning he slapped her face hard, leaving her cheek stinging from the pain.

“Don’t act as if you don't know, you wanted this...” he said a moment later.

Valerie had no idea what he was talking about, but in her dream she nodded slowly at him.

Before Valerie could say anything else, he did as the man in the video, pulling the rope taunt until she was forced to stand on the tip of her toes. Even then, the rope dug painfully into her neck, making it difficult to breathe.

A moment later Noah had returned and then he had shoved a couple of fingers into her still dripping wet pussy.

A broken moan had escaped her mouth as her body responded almost instantly, and she felt her arousal expanding inside her, until it seemed to consume her completely.

Back in her bed, Valerie closed her eyes and she took her free hand towards her neck. Then she squeezed softly, trying to imagine it was the rope. In the dream, her boyfriend pulled the rope a little tighter as he played with her, and she picked up her pace, her fingers blurring over her pussy as she tried desperately to cum.

Then Noah’s hand disappeared from her pussy, leaving her frustrated, but the feeling didn't last long.

Without warning the rope pulled even tighter around her neck and she moved up into the air, until her feet were left dangling above the floor.

Suddenly, panic exploded inside of her and she started dancing under the rope as her throat was mercilessly crushed by it. Her feet kicked under her, searching desperately for the floor that just wasn't there, but even then her lust grew higher, until moment later she finally managed to cum.

Valerie could still remember what that orgasm had felt to her, and back in her bed, as she held her breath until her lungs started to burn, she pushed her hand into her pussy as deep as she could, and she finally came.

Unable to stop herself, she gasped in shock as another orgasm exploded inside her, sending waves of pleasure along her body until everything around her seemed to disappear.

She could still feel her hand around her neck, though, and while it wasn't a rope, the sensation made her shudder in lust.

Then she felt herself returning to her body as her orgasm slowly faded away. Minutes later, when she managed to open her eyes once more, she found herself lying on her bed, her whole body soaked in sweat and her own juices.

She felt exhausted and feverish, but she also felt a deep joy that she hadn't felt before, as if something that had been trapped inside of her for a long time, was finally able to escape.

Unable to move, she simply laid on her bed, feeling as the cold spot under her ass grew cold.

“What is happening to me…” she asked once more as she realized what she had done.

Every time she closed her eyes she could see the videos and the girls in them. Their faces of lust as they had sex, and how Charlotte and Lucy had looked into the camera calmly before they were killed.

As her body trembled for release, even after her orgasm, Valerie suddenly feared that she was becoming crazy. Surely she must be, as otherwise she couldn't understand how she found the videos arousing when they should have been horrifying.

But not a minute later she heard a knock on her door, and she jumped in fear.

“Valerie?” her uncle said from outside her room as she tried to cover herself with the wet sheets as fast as she could.

“Breakfast is ready. Why don't you come down so we can have a talk?” he said a moment later.

Valerie felt her face burning in shame as she realized that there was no way he hadn't heard her cumming. Worse, she could still see his face from the day before when she found her on his bed, playing with herself as she watched the videos.

Mortified, Valerie crawled even deeper into her bed, wishing she could just disappear, but her uncle wasn't leaving.

“Please, honey.” he said a moment later. “I think it’s best if we talk about this.”

Valerie, who was still recovering from her last orgasm, knew he was right, and though she was scared of what he might say to her, he sounded more concerned than angry and she wanted to understand what was happening to her, and why the girls had done the videos willingly.

“Okay.” she managed to say a moment later, her voice barely a whisper.

“That’s great. I will wait for you in the kitchen.” her uncle said a moment later.

With that, the finally left and Valerie hear his footsteps fading away as he climbed the stairs.

A minute later, Valerie finally managed to get up, but she wasn't ready to face her uncle just yet. Her pajama was soaked through and she could smell her juices in the air, both sweet and musky.

After gathering her courage, she managed to run into the bathroom and after taking a shower she changed into fresh clothes and she finally headed into the kitchen.

Her uncle was waiting for her at the table with a plate of cookies and a cup of coffee in front of him.

“Do you want some?” he asked her a moment later.

Valerie wasn’t hungry, and her stomach was twisting nervously inside of her, so after sitting in front of her uncle she shook her head.

She had many questions to ask, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to ask them yet. Why did the two girls had chosen to die? It was obvious to her that they weren't forced by the man. The idea was both horrible and exiting to her, which only added to her confusion.

Unable to talk, she looked at the table in front of her and she waited.

“About the videos…” her uncle said a moment later.

Valerie felt herself blushing at the mention of the videos, but she remained quiet.

“I think I have to explain what I did in those…” her uncle started before he suddenly stopped.

“What?” she said as she gasped in shock.

Valerie couldn't believe it was her uncle under the mask, but unable to resist she finally looked at him. They were about the same built, true, and it was obvious that the videos were years apart in some cases, but still, she refused to accept that it had been him all along.

“Well, let's start with that, then. It's me, the man in the videos. I used the mask to… well, in case they were ever found, I guess…” he said as he smiled warmly at her.

“You... murdered them… ” Valerie blurted a second alter, before she could realize her mistake.

“No, honey. I didn't murdered them. I did kill them, though, but murder… it would mean… you have to understand that they wanted me to do it. It might not make much difference to others, but to us, it did.” he said as his face turned a deep shade of red.

“So… they did want to…” she said, unable to finish the sentence.

“Yes, strange as it may seem, they choose to go that way. Don't ask me why, I… well, I see it from my point of view, its… well, incredibly arousing when a girl ask you to do that to her. It's the submission, the total submission that I find... well, anyway…” her uncle told her.

Valerie looked at him a moment later, seeing him in a different light.

She couldn't deny what he was saying about the girls. They weren't forced, that was true, but she still had no idea why they had chosen that. Still, she couldn't deny it either, that the idea aroused her too.

Then she remembered the last video, the one she was watching when he found her in his room.

“Aunt Jessica…” she started before she trailed off.

“My sister… is a very special woman, and I love her very much. We used to spend a lot of time together, back in the day, and we explored things that… well, you saw the video.” he said a moment later.

Valerie could still see her aunt, dangling under the rope as the noose crushed her throat, and the look of ecstasy she had.

“I know what you are thinking. She never wanted to go. I don't know what I would have done if she asked, but luckily for me she never did. But she did enjoy hanging, she said the rush she felt as she came with the rope around her neck was unlike anything else.” he said as he looked fondly into the distance.

“I loved to see her hang too, of course.” he added a moment later, smiling at Valerie.

Valerie smiled shyly under his gaze, as she caressed her neck without realizing it.

“What about the other girls?” she asked him.

“They were friends, or friend of friends that just heard about me. Maybe they shouldn't have, I guess, but they did and I could never say no to a girl, especially a pretty one.” he said as he laughed out loud.

“Sorry, I shouldn't joke about it.” he added a second later, looking sheepishly at Valerie.

Valerie closed her eyes as she sat back in her chair, trying to clear her mind but it was impossible. There were just too many emotions mixed together, but among the confusion she suddenly wanted to know something.

“And after?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “After you… killed them?”

Her uncle looked at her uncomfortably for a while, and after taking a deep breath, he finally smiled again.

“What do you think?” he asked her instead of giving a straight answer.

And Valerie suddenly knew. She remembered the pig, hanging from the tree as her uncle butchered it and suddenly it wasn't a pig but one of the girls, hanging naked as her uncle bleed her.

A shudder ran down her back as she imagined the scene, but there was something else there, that Valerie didn't dare to uncover.

“What about my mother?” she asked him a moment later, trying to push the image away.

“She… well, the three of us, both my sisters and I, are very close. We always have.” he said as he smiled warmly.

Valerie sat in silence for a while as she tried to understand what she now knew, but it was impossible. There was just too much to processes, and every time she tried, she started to panic.

Then she looked up at his uncle in panic, as she realized something.

“Did she want me to die? Is that why she left me here?” Valerie said a moment, as she started sobbing softly.

“No! No, honey, that’s not it…” he said quickly. “Neither her nor you aunt want that, they just… I guess, they wanted you to explore and to feel free. At least that is what they were always searching when we did what we did. They all were.”

Valerie was even more confused than before, but a moment later she nodded slowly. Her mother had always told her about her life when she was her age, what she called her wild years, though she had obviously never mentioned anything like this.

Still, she didn't know how she was supposed to do what her uncle had said, much less what to feel about what she had seen.

“Would you?” she asked her uncle a moment later.

He looked at her in confusion for a second, before he finally realized what she meant.

“I would love to do whatever it is you want to do. But I won't force you into anything, that I can promise.” he said as he smiled compassionately at her. “You are safe here.”

Unable to continue, Valerie pushed her chair back as she hung her head down. She needs time, and before her uncle could say anything else, she got up.. But suddenly she felt dizzy and everything around her started to spin. Her hands shot towards the table as she swayed in place, but the feeling was gone a second later.

Her uncle, looking worriedly, was about to get up, but she waved him away.

“I have to go…” she managed to say.

Without waiting for his answer, she turned around and she left the house.

Valerie’s mind was a confusing jumble of emotions. She was both terrified and aroused at the idea of being killed and eaten by her uncle, and as she started wondering what she should do she finally gave up.

Crying hard, she opened the front door and she ran into the forest as the tears blurred everything around her.

---

Valerie spent the rest of the day alone in the forest. Now that she was alone, she felt slightly better, but every time she tried to think about what her uncle had said she seemed to panic once more, at least at first.

Not long after leaving the house, Valerie had arrived at the clearing and then she sat under the big oak tree where her uncle had killed the pig. It was the coolest place she could think of, besides the house, in the stifling midday heat.

The table was gone, but she could still see the remains of the fire to one side. As she closed her eyes, she took a deep breath and she filled herself with the smell of the place. There was something beautiful about it, though, that Valerie couldn't explain.

She felt safe there, and though it was slow, she finally managed to calm down. As she looked around the clearing, she realized that her uncle must have spent a lot of time keeping it like that.

Despite the size, the grass was neatly cut, there were no weeds and the circle of stones around the edge was obviously not natural. To her, it looked more like a giant garden, and soon she was in love with the place.

Suddenly, though, her last question returned to her mind, and she started wondering if that was the place he used to roast the girls. As a shiver ran down her spine, she remembered Lucy, with the spit coming out of her mouth, and she imagined her turning over the fire, just like the pig had.

But despite everything, Valerie was no longer horrified about the idea.

“Ohhhhh… god…” she moaned a moment later. “What is wrong with me…”

Unable to come up with an answer, Valerie simply sat under the tree as the hours passed, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

---

Hours later, when the sun started to go down, and air became colder, she finally got up. Her body was stiff and covered in goose bumps, but she felt better than in the morning.

She wasn't panicking, at least, and though she still had no idea what she had to do, she believed her uncle. He wouldn’t force her into anything she didn't want to do.

Feeling tired, she went into the house, knowing that her uncle might be waiting for her, but the house was empty and his truck was nowhere to be found.

Valerie felt both disappointed and relieved. On the one hand, she didn't know what she would have said to him, but on the other she didn't want to be alone any more. Still, she thought that it was probably for the best.

After eating something quick, she headed into her room, but after opening the door she suddenly stopped.

Her uncle’s laptop was laying on her bed, with a folded piece of paper over it.

With trembling hands, Valerie picked up the note before she read her uncle’s message.



This is for you. I hope it helps you understand.

I will be back late.

uncle Merle



Valerie left the note on the nightstand as she ran her fingers over the hard plastic case of the laptop.

What if it hadn't been an accident when her uncle left his door open? What if he had done it so that she would find it? He wanted her to see the videos and pictures now, but maybe it had been his idea, or her mom’s idea, from the beginning.

But a moment later Valerie shrugged the tough away. It didn't really matter anymore, at least not to her.

If he wanted her to see them, it was fine. Valerie herself wanted to. There were a lot more, and she had to know what was in those folders.

After taking a deep breath, she locked her door and she pulled the curtain down, leaving the room in twilight.

A moment later Valerie kicked of her shoes and she took of her dress. She wasn’t going to lie to herself anymore.

Wearing only her panties and her bra, she climbed onto the bed and she sat against the headboard, pulling the laptop between her open legs.

She was trembling nervously, but under the fear there was the now familiar arousal and the excitement she had felt before.

With practiced ease, she opened the folder and she watched the list. The same names stood out. Abby, Zoe, Charlotte, Paula, Lucy, and lastly her aunt Jessica. She had watched those, but almost two dozen remained, and after opening another one at random Valerie sat back and watched.

They were all similar, just as she had thought they would. Some had simple photo shoots around the farm or near a small creek. In them, the girls were always smiling as they posed naked for the camera. There was something beautiful about them, that made Valerie feel envious.

But among the folder there were more videos, about ten in total. In them, the girls, and sometimes women, had sex with her uncle before he killed them. They were always smiling and always willing, no matter how gruesome the method would be.

Some were hanged like her aunt and others were impaled alive like Lucy. A few were beheaded with an axe, just like Charlotte, and one, a young girl with long curly red hair, had her throat slit with a knife before she was gutted.

Her name had been Olive, and at the beginning of the video she had been standing among the pigs in their pens. She was just as naked as the rest, thought she was wearing sneakers and a big nose ring.

When the video started, she was looking shyly into the camera but a second later she started laughing softly.

“What are you?” her uncle asked Olive from behind the camera.

“Me?” she asked innocently. “I am a piggy.”

“Oh, really? You are?” her uncle asked a moment later, laughing softly.

“Yes, I am.” she said as she turned around, showing the camera a pig tailed buttplug that she was wearing.

“Oink! Oink!” she added a second later before she turned around once more. “See? I really am a delicious piggy!”

Valerie watched the girl laughing on the screen while she played with herself. Her body was burning for release, and after more than an hour watching the videos she was soaking wet and ready to cum whenever she wanted.

“Ohhh, that I agree. You do look delicious!” he uncle said a moment later.

Holding her breath for as long as she could, Valerie watched the whole video as she moaned in pleasure at her uncle’s treatment for the girl. It was rough and sometimes brutal, but the girl was always smiling.

Near the end, he had tied her feet to a branch, keeping them apart, and then he had hoisted her up into the air, under the same tree as the pig.

The girl, now hanging upside down, and obviously flushed with excitement, let him tie her small breasts together until they started to bloat and turn a deep blue color. To Valerie, it looked excruciatingly painful, but the girl was moaning in lust as her uncle finished his work.

Once he was done, he pulled her up just a little higher, until her face was right in front of his cock, and he started fucking her mouth as the girl choked. Her uncle was merciless, though, and it was obvious to her that the girl was having trouble taking him into her throat.

From time to time she would start gagging desperately and saliva would explode from her mouth and around his cock until it her face was covered in slime. But her uncle didn't seem to care, and when he pulled out from her throat, it was never for long.

When he did stop, though, the girl would always laugh shyly as she looked into the camera. Then she would take just a few deep breaths, and it would start all over again.

“Cum in my face!” the girl screamed after what felt like hours to Valerie.

Her uncle nodded eagerly, and a moment later he resumed his abuse, thought this time he picked up his pace. As his hips became a blur, he started grunting as he neared his orgasm.

A moment later he pulled out of the girls throat and he started jerking off furiously, until he finally came. Several jets of cum landed on Olive’s face as she tried to recover her breath, mixing with her saliva until her face became an even worse mess than before.

“Do it… now… pleaseeeee…” she managed to say in between breaths.

Olive’s eyes were closed, and her face was frozen in pure ecstasy despite the previous abuse.

Her uncle looked at the girl for a second before he nodded once more.

Without wasting time, he moved off camera and when he returned to her, he was holding a small curved knife in one hand and a bucket on the other.

He placed the bucket under Olive’s head, and then he kneeled next to her. Grabbing her long red hair, he pulled her head back, exposing her neck and then he waited.

A second later Olive opened her eyes and she looked into the camera before she nodded as best as she could, and a second later her uncle ran the blade along her neck.

A thin red line appeared a second later, but it slowly expanded until a torrent of blood was coming out of her neck, pumping out from her body with every beat of her heart.

Valerie watched in amazement as Olive started bleeding to death. The girls mouth was opening and closing as she gasped for air, and soon her face was covered in blood, looking just as red as her hair.

Her uncle, though, wasted no time. A second later he was standing up next to the girl, and with practiced ease he sliced her belly open, from her pussy all the way to her ribs. Then dropped the knife and he pushed one of his hands inside, pulling everything out.

A few moment later Olive’s tortured body jerked a few times under the rope and then it was finally still. Valerie knew she was gone, and in just a few moments she had gone from being a young, beautiful girl to being a piece of meat, ready for the fire.

Unable to stop herself any longer, Valerie finally came, and the world around her exploded into brilliant show of light as she gasped for air.

Everything around her seemed to disappear in an instant, and she was left floating in a white sea, unable to feel or see anything except herself. She was still cumming, though, and as waves of pleasure kept washing over her body she thought she would die too.

But before she did, she managed to take a breath, and then another and another. Then, slowly at first, the world around her returned bit by bit.

She was still sitting on her bed, with the laptop between her open legs. Her hands were soaked in her juices, though, and her body felt hot and sticky with the remains of her orgasm.

On the screen, her uncle had finished working with Olive’s body, and the video faded into black for just a second before it finally returned.

Valerie shuddered in lust as she watched Olive’s body turning over the fire. Her uncle had chopped of her head at some point, along with her hands and feet, and then he had ran the spit through her body before her secured her with some wires.

She didn't know how long she had been cooking, but by then her skin was a beautiful golden brown, that made her mouth water.

When the video ended a minute later, Valerie collapsed into the bed, completely exhausted.

She was trembling hard, and out of breath. Her body was covered in sweat and her juices and whenever she closed her eyes the girls in the videos would start flashing by, one by one.

She couldn't deny how aroused it made her feel to watch them, and neither could she hide the fact that the idea of being in their place was also incredibly arousing.

What did it feel to die, she asked herself once more. And would she do it? Would she let her uncle kill her and then eat her body? Like before, the idea was both horrifying and arousing at the same time, but only as a fantasy.

Unable to believe what she was thinking, Valerie dropped the laptop onto the nightstand and then she laid on the bed.

She was too excited to sleep, she thought, but a moment later she started nodding and then she couldn't resist any longer.

Sleep pulled her in and the world around her disappeared once more, thought this time she had a dreamless night, or if she had a dream, the next morning it was gone.

---

The next couple of days were very hard for her. She hoped that time would give her the answer she was looking for, so tried to distract herself as much as she could, but it wasn't easy.

She kept thinking about the videos and the girls in them, but also about her life and her friends. Her still silent boyfriend was a constant source of grief for her, and for some reason she just refused to give up even when she knew she should.

Wanting to be as busy as she could, she finally gathered the courage to ask her uncle if she could work with the pigs.

She had expected him to say no, but instead he had taken her to the pens and he had explained the various things that needed to be done.

It was hard work, something that Valerie wasn’t used to, but she found it strangely soothing. The pigs, which she expected to be hard to control, were completely submissive too.

It was strange to be all day among them, as she found it strangely exciting. From time to time she remembered Olive, who had called herself a little piggy, and she found it hard to believe that it had been in that very same place.

As for her uncle, just as he had said, he never forced her to do anything. Instead he helped her whenever she asked him to, but otherwise he was just in the background, working on his own.

It was also strange to share her day with him, as soon they were together from early in the morning until she went to sleep, completely exhausted, after having dinner with him.

Still, Valerie felt happy, and much better than before, though she still had no idea what to do.

---

On the sixth day of her stay at the farm, Valerie woke up early in the morning. She was still deeply tired, but she was ready to face a new day.

She got dressed, and then she went into the kitchen, where she could already hear her uncle working. The breakfast was already served, and after saying hello to him she sat down and they both ate in silence.

By the time they were done, Valerie felt full and happy. She wasn't used to eating so much, especially not in the morning, but she knew the day would be hard and having a full belly was better than starving.

Working silently, she picked up the table and she took everything to the sink, but before she could start working, her uncle leaned against the counter before he looked at her.

“Valerie, I was wondering if you wanted to help me with something new?” he said.

“Yes, uncle Merle.” Valerie said without even thinking about it.

“I have another pig to slaughter, I thought that maybe you could help me do it…” he said a moment later.

Valerie stopped for a second, thinking about the past week. She found it hard to believe that she had been a vegetarian a week ago, and that the idea of killing a pig was suddenly no problem to her.

“Can I…mmmmh... do it?” she asked shyly a moment later.

Her uncle smiled warmly at her and then he nodded. Valerie felt her face blushing in excitement as he felt his gaze on her, but she remained silent.

“Of course honey. Let me get everything ready. I will meet you in the pens in once you're done, okay?” he added a second later.

With that, he was gone, and Valerie was left alone in a blur of emotions.

Not wanting to disappoint her uncle, she finished the dishes as fast as she could and then she headed into the pens, not really knowing what to expect.

Her uncle, though, was already there. He was holding a leash in his hand, and after they went inside he, gave it to her and he swept his hand around.

“Why don't you choose one?” he told her as Valerie trembled in excitement.

Suddenly she didn't know what to do and the idea of choosing one of them, filled her with dread.

Still, she didn't want to disappoint her uncle, so a moment later she took a step forwards and she looked at them. After her time with them, they didn't seem worried with her presence, and a few of them actually approached her, probably thinking that she was there to feed them.

Biting her lips, Valerie looked at them, until her eyes settled on one. It was small and light enough that she felt comfortable picking up if she had to, but enough for a big meal with plenty to spare.

A moment later she looked at her uncle for a brief moment, not knowing if she had chosen right, but he simply nodded encouragingly.

With trembling hands, she then clipped the leash into the pig’s nose ring, and she returned to her uncle, who was watching her calmly.

The pig followed her obediently without her having to pull from the leash, unaware of what awaited it, and suddenly Valerie felt her stomach twisting painful inside of her as she realized that she was going to have to kill it.

Her uncle, though, didn't seem to notice her problem. A moment later he grabbed a wooden box from the floor and then he headed into the forest, following the trail that led to the clearing.

A moment later, Valerie followed him silently, and the pig followed her, trotting calmly behind her.

The day was just as beautiful as always, and though she knew it would soon change, the temperature was still very nice. She felt the cool wind blowing deliciously over her body as she shivered, both scared and excited.

A few minutes later they arrived at the clearing, and Valerie led the pig under the oak tree.

Her uncle had already swung a rope over the branch, and by the time Valerie stopped under it, he was already laying out his knifes over the table.

“Flip her onto her back, honey.” he said as he pointed at the ground behind him.

Valerie nodded shyly, only then realizing that she had chosen another sow to roast.

Suddenly, she was afraid she might make a mistake, but despite that she kneeled next to the pig, and she started pushing until the pig laid on its side. Then she grabbed the rear legs and she rolled it over, until it’s feet were pointing up.

The pig simply waited as Valerie held her in place. She was rather small, at least compared to some of the hogs that she worked with, and her pink skin felt warm under her hands.

Then her uncle was kneeling next to her, and while she held the pig, he tied it’s legs apart using a short branch. Once it was done, he tired each feet to the rope hanging from the branch, moving quickly and efficiently.

With the pig tied, he got up and Valerie did the same.

“Hoist her up, honey.” he said as he pointed at the other end of the rope.

Valerie did as she was told, grabbing the rope and pulling hard. The pig was lighter than what she expected though, and soon it was hanging high into the air. Once she was satisfied, she did her best to tie the rope around the trunk, and though the knot looked ugly and uneven, it seemed to work just fine.

When she returned, the pig was looking around curiously, apparently unfazed by that fact that it was hanging upside down.

With trembling hands, Valerie took her hand behind its head and it started caressing it slowly, just like her uncle had done before.

It felt strange and Valerie was nervous, but she continued nonetheless. Then she realized that the leash wasn't needed anymore, and she unclipped it. Unable to resist, she ran her fingers along the pig’s nose ring, but this one wasn't like hers.

It was a closed loop of steel, much thicker and bigger than hers. The metal felt cold and hard under her fingers, making her shiver.

“That’s it, not reason to make it suffer.” her uncle said a moment later as he approached her. “Be careful, this is really sharp."

In his hand was a knife with a short curved blade. Valerie took it and only then did she realize that it was the same knife he had used to kill Olive on the video.

A shiver ran down her back as she swallowed nervously, but she didn't say anything.

“How… how do I do it?” she managed to ask, her voice barely a whisper.

Her uncle smiled warmly at her, and then he pushed a bucket under the pig.

“Here, give me your hand.” he said as he took her hand into his.

His finger were hard and calloused from the constant work, but Valerie didn't mind. Instead she let him take her hand towards her own neck.

“There, do you feel it?” he asked a moment later.

And yes, just under her fingers, Valerie could feel one of her veins beating slowly as it carried her blood along her body.

“It's the same with her. Just find it, drive the knife in and then move it along her neck to cut her throat.” he said as her finally released Valerie. “It's the fastest way.”

Valerie remained still for a moment as her fingers caressed her neck. She could still feel her uncle’s touch, and as a shiver ran down her back she could feel her body responding to it.

Then, the pig gave a single squeal, breaking the moment.

Knowing what she now had to do, Valerie grabbed the pig’s head as she searched for the spot. And she soon found it, just under its jaw, like hers was.

Licking her lips nervously, she held onto the knife firmly and she started to caress the pigs head, praying that she wouldn't make a mistake.

Incredibly, the pig soon pushed its head back, searching for her hand and leaving her neck exposed. Valerie, realizing that the moment had arrived, took a deep breath and the she stabbed the pig in the neck.

The knife disappeared into it without resistance, and though the pig jerked a little at first, it didn't seem to realize what was happening. Without wasting time, Valerie then moved the knife to the side, sawing through the pig’s muscle, it’s throat and everything in between.

The pig was bleeding hard by then, and Valerie tried to hurry. She didn't have to, though, as it was obvious that it was enough.

Soon a fountain of blood was coming out of the pig’s neck. It dripped into the bucket below, and along her hands. She was still caressing the pig’s head, and thought it’s eyes were wide and alert, it wasn’t fighting her.

“Good work.” her uncle said from behind.

Despite the grisly scene, Valerie nodded quickly as her body tingled under the compliment.

But there was something more, too. As the pig slowly died in her hands, she felt her body burning from within. Despite how crazy it sounded to her, the idea of having killed it was incredibly arousing, and Valerie soon felt her pussy becoming moist and soft.

A moment later the pig gave one last jerk and it became still. It was still bleeding, though, but much more slowly.

After that, her uncle guided her as best as he could in how to prepare it. He told her how to open its belly and how to pull out the organs inside. How to clean it as best as she could and finally how to ran the spit along its body.

By the time the pig was ready for the fire, Valerie was covered in blood up to her elbows, but she didn't care.

“Great job, honey.” he uncle said as they both took the pig to the fire.

Valerie, her face flushed with excitement, laughed softly at her uncle’s compliment.

She realized she had done a mess of it, but she had done it nonetheless, and as the pig started roasting she looked at her hands and finally at her uncle.

“I… I have to…” she tried to say, but simply couldn't.

“You have to go?” he asked her innocently, thought his smile said that he probably knew what was happening. “Go ahead, I can take care of it from here.”

Valerie nodded eagerly as her face turned red in shame, but it would be worse to stay.

Before she could stop herself, she hugged her uncle and then she started walking towards the house. By the time she was back in the forest, though, she was already running, an when she arrived at the house, she was desperately out of breath.

Still, she ran up the stair two steps at a time, and she threw herself onto her bed, without even bothering to lock the door.

Despite the blood that covered her hands, she pulled off her dress and she started playing with her pussy.

She was already soaking wet, and the moment her hands touched her sex, she started moaning loudly. Pushing her panties asides, she forced two fingers inside her and she started pumping them furiously as she gasped for air.

Closing her eyes, she pictured Olive’s body, hanging from the same tree and thought she wanted the moment to last longer, she simply couldn't resist.

A moment later her body arched over the bed as every muscle pulled taught under her skin, and she finally came.

Valerie screamed loudly into the air as waves of pleasure washed over her body. She needed to breathe and her lungs were burning for air, but she simply couldn't. For a moment she thought she would die like that, and that her uncle would find her naked and covered in blood on her bed, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Then her vision started to close around her and the bed under her body seemed to fade away into nothing, but before she lost consciousness her orgasm started to fade too and she was finally able to breathe.

Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed as her body tingled in excitement, and her mind became a blur of emotions that she couldn’t explain.