Mistress places a hand on either side of your head and gazes down at you with a grin. Slowly she backs away, leaving you panting as you lean against the wall, the vibrator still firmly in place up your recently fucked ass. She sits on the arm of the sofa and calls one of the dogs to her side. Immediately, Cowboy, her favorite, presses his muzzle between her legs and begins to lap at the wetness there. You watch with a hint of jealousy in your eyes as your mistress is pleasured by the mastiff. After a beat you find yourself walking over to the sofa and sitting on the floor, next to Cowboy, whose tail wags eagerly while Mistress praises his efforts. When she finally calms down and pushes the dog away she glances over at you and then kneels on the floor between your parted legs. You watch her carefully as she reaches down and removes the vibrator, instantly causing you to relax. She turns it off and stands, walking over to place it at the bottom of the stairs before returning to you.

The room is eerily silent, save for the panting of the dogs and the crackling of the fire, as she takes your hand and pulls you from the floor, leading you to the fireplace and then releasing you. The door on the front of the black, metal fireplace squeaks on its hinges as Mistress opens it and then removes the iron rod from its stand. She eyes you for a moment before pushing the rod into the dying embers, and seeing the flames jump to life casting a warm orange glow on the surrounding space. The blast of warmth hits you and causes your skin to prickle in delight until your mistress turns to once again. She holds the rod carefully, as the tip glows, radiating heat.

“Turn around,” her smooth voice commands, then she lays you against the arm of the sofa when you do so. She pushes your feet apart, while the uncomfortable heat of the red-hot rod looms over your bare back. You hear her footsteps as she walks away briefly, and then the sizzle of water against hot metal. Presumably the rod being submerged into the bucket of water sitting next to the backdoor of the cabin. She returns then, and your heartbeat quickens. Mistress places a firm hand on your ass to keep you from shying away, and then kneels down behind you. Slowly she touches the still very warm iron rod to the outer lips of your pussy. You suck in a breath, as the heat sears your skin, not enough to burn, but enough to cause you to squirm under Mistress’ hand.

You close your eyes and grit your teeth, and behind you, Mistress sighs contently. For a moment the heat disappears entirely, and the sound of embers shifting in the fireplace sends a shiver down your spine. All at once your body tenses and the rod is pushed into your tight pussy in one smooth motion. The smell of singed flesh rises into the air and you gasp through gritted teeth. Just as quickly as the hot rod invaded your body, it leaves, and something cool is inserted instead. You recognize it as an ice cube, one of Mistress’ favorite pleasure items, and it soothes your inner walls, cooling you down in just moments. The combined sensations make goosebumps rise on your skin, and you moan softly.

Mistress rises from the floor and places the rod next to the fireplace, then comes to retrieve you from where you lay, bent over, on the arm of the plush blue sofa. She slides her hands around your chest, groping your breasts as she brings you to your feet, then pulls you against her. Your head tilts back and leans against her shoulder as she touches you, the painful rod all but forgotten. She then takes your hand into hers and leads you to the staircase, pausing for a moment to turn off the generator, causing the cabin to descend into darkness. With a quick slap to your ass she motions you upstairs and joins you after locking the doors.

You wait for her at the top step, taking her hand as she reaches for you, and together you make your way across the cool wood floor to the bed, a grand king-sized masterpiece, designed by your mistress with a grate along the headboard, perfect for securing restraints, to ensure your complete cooperation. Moonlight shines through the window that faces the swamp, and throws shadows over the floor as Mistress walks over to the dresser and pulls her maroon sweatshirt over her head, placing it in one of the drawers. When she turns to face you she grins and looks pointedly at the bed before turning back to the drawers.

While you make yourself comfortable the sound of drawers opening and closing catches your attention, and your mind goes to the toy drawer. You grin and lay back on the bed, your hands above your head, and your legs slightly parted. Mistress comes to the bed then. She places a few things on the nightstand next to her side and then kneels next to your waiting form. Her hands hover over your body and her fingertips brush lightly against your skin, toying with you. Eventually she moves back and takes something from the nightstand. A blindfold. Silky and black on one side, with lush velvet on the other. She places it against your eyes and tilts your head up to tie it before laying your head back down.

A new sensation crosses over your body then. Something lukewarm and seemingly gooey. Your mistress laughs softly, humming to herself as she applies the… substance, to your chest, then down to your inner thighs. She replaces the bottle on the nightstand with a quiet thump, and then her hot breath looms over your skin. Her tongue touches your breast where the substance was drizzled, and eagerly licks it away, following the path she made across your body. When she has cleaned the last of it from you she kisses your lips, her tongue slipping into your mouth, giving you a taste of the honey that adorned you only moments before.

When she backs off the bed shifts and you begin to squirm in anticipation of whatever Mistress has planned next. She returns and her hand explores your lower regions, occasionally a finger slides inside of you, feeling your eagerness. You hear a match being struck after she removes her fingers, then the soft sizzle of a wick being lit for the very first time. Mistress’ hands wrap around your wrists, and she secures them to the headboard of the bed, pulling the smooth nylon cord tightly above your head.

Then the music starts. Not normal music, but the symphonic howls of the wolves outside, ringing against the window panes. When the howling ceases, a comforting sensation overwhelms you. Your breasts tingle as hot wax from the lit candle splatters across them, focusing mainly on your nipples, they harden in time with the cooling wax. A low, needy moan rises from your chest as the wax moves down your body, then finally drips onto the outer lips of your pussy. You begin to squirm now, as each drip of wax touches a new part of your most sensitive region, but doesn’t enter you. The heat turns to a warm sensation, and yet you begin to find yourself uncomfortable as the wax builds on itself. Your moan turns to a whimper and the dripping stops.

Outside the wind picks up, shaking the window panes of the cabin, and a chilly breeze seeps through the narrow openings between the walls. Mistress removes your blindfold, then kisses your lips softly, her hands carefully removing the hardened wax. She takes a washcloth from the nightstand and dips it in the bowl water sitting on the floor, then the cold cloth is draped over your breasts, cooling them and sending another wave of shivers down your spine. Your eyes flit back and forth in the darkness, the only light coming from the luminous moon outside, shining over the arctic tundra.

“Not long now, my pet. Are you ready?” You only nod in response, a lump rising in your throat as you think about the fantastic display you will be putting on for your mistress, come morning light. Mistress drags the cloth across your body, the coolness contrasting with her hot lips on your skin; they follow the path of the damp washcloth, warming your skin. A finger slides inside you, and when it is pulled out, Mistress slips it between her lips, tasting your juices with a content sigh. “I’m going to miss this, Sweet,” she murmurs as she leans down to kiss you again. Your hands strain against the bonds and Mistress laughs, pulling back and untying you. Together you crawl beneath the covers and close your eyes. You drift to sleep with her arms around you, holding you close one last time...

Mistress gazes down at you for a moment, admiring your body before continuing to set up for the spectacle. You had arrived at the site just before dark the following day, and already the nerves had begun to set in. Only hours before you had been snuggled up against your mistress in her warm bed, where the two of you had spent the hours before making the trek into the wild. The dogs had joined the two of you sometime during the late afternoon, and Mistress allowed you one last good fuck before she sealed your fate.

Across the clearing she secures barrels to a few of the trees, and empties a bag of dog food into each one. "It smells stronger than the fresh beef," she explains as she finishes emptying the second bag of puppy chow she had brought with her. She places the now empty bag in her cooler and then returns to you. Biting her lip, she watches your naked chest rise and fall with each breath, and then leans down to run her cold hands over your breasts, pinching your nipples and twisting them sharply before straightening up and moving to your feet. Moving quickly but with purpose as she secures the ropes to the tree and then moves over to the cooler. She removes a smooth black ball gag, as well as some honey and a zip lock bag full of ice cubes. With a smile she steps between your parted legs and slides a few of the cold cubes into your pussy, then sets the bag aside. The cold doesn’t set in instantly, but as the cubes begin to melt you feel chill setting in.

"You know, bears really do like honey... Ever wondered how their tongue feels? I know I have. My grandfather hunted bears, you know." As she speaks she squeezes the bottle of sweet gold and lets it pool in her palm before kneeling at your side to massage it on to your breasts. "When they’re dead, the tongue is rough… similar to a giant cat’s. If only you could tell me what it feels like for real after this.” She sighs and then shrugs half-heartedly. “Well, soon enough you’ll know for yourself," her quiet voice murmurs, getting lost in the breeze as the wind picks up.

Her eyes widen, knowing the scent will spread faster with the cooling air and the light wind, and she hurriedly rolls the gag in the remainder of the honey, then wipes her hands on her jeans. "Say 'ah'," she orders, and she slips the ball into your mouth, fastening it against the back of your head. The she moves to your hands. Carefully she rolls you on to your side and pulls your arms behind you, securing them tightly against your back, then stepping away. Her eyes light up as she watches you, all tied up nice and neat, like a perfect little present. With a grin she pulls the ropes and brings you into the air, tying knots to ensure you remain exactly where placed. You hang with your hair brushing the forest floor, and your legs spread by a cold steel bar. Despite the discomfort, you feel yourself growing more and more wet, as the wind blows gusts over your open pussy lips.

When the last knot is tied she returns to the meat that was left on the ground. The beef, cold to the touch, squishes through her fingers and she giggles squeamishly before rolling a bit of it into a ball and stuffing it into your pussy. She continues until she cannot possibly fit anymore inside of you, and then wipes the blood off on your stomach. The ripe smell makes you gag, especially with the sweet taste of honey still in your mouth from the ball gag, but it also reminds you how close you are to your dream. You’re tasting it, touching it, almost there. After a beat of staring at her beautiful work of art she cleans up the site, packing everything into the cooler and taking a final look at you before disappearing into the shadows.

The darkness begins to creep in, slowly at first, then all at once you lose your sense of sight. The moon peeks out from behind a cloud, casting eerie shadows on the world around you. In the distance a low, magnificent howl echoes through the empty forest. An icy breeze rubs against your bare skin, and rustles the leaves on the ground beneath your head. In the back of your mind one thought remains the same. She is watching. Your mistress. Your caretaker. Or maybe she isn't. Maybe the camera is rolling, streaming the live feed to her in the comfort of her cabin... and she is in the middle of fucking your dogs. Her dogs now. Just the thought of it alone nearly brings you to a climax, but another thought crosses your mind as another cold breeze crosses your bare skin.

The first to notice you was not the great wolves or bears that might be out in these woods, no, it was the bugs. A small number could be heard approaching you from out of sight, and you squirmed as they landed on your body. You could feel them moving along your body, bare skin made sensitive by the cold and heat you find yourself in easily sensing the every movement of the dozens of bugs. It was maddening, almost, as you could feel them crawling and exploring every inch of your body, curious at the newest sight and addition to the woods. It would be some time before the bugs started fleeing, sensing something long before you could. But not long after the last of the bugs fled, something else announced itself, though not in such a brazenly obvious manner.

Not the wind. The wind doesn't snap branches. The wind doesn't come at you from all different directions. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end, as adrenaline courses through your veins. You squirm in vain against your bonds, and then, it happens. The rumble of a griz pierces through your thoughts and you freeze. This is what you wanted. You /begged/ your mistress for this moment. Now she is definitely watching. Her fingertips massaging her clit, a vibrator firmly placed in her pussy. She is watching you. The rustling grows louder and you hold your breath, your teeth biting into the gag as you shiver, both from the cold, and your fear. And yet you are wet in anticipation of what your mistress is doing, how she is thoroughly working her pussy over in anticipation of your oncoming torture at the hands of the wild beasts closing in on their neatly prepackaged meal, all served up for the viewing pleasure of the Mistress herself.

A young bear steps into the moonlight and you relax a little bit. The innocent young creature looks to be no more than a few months old at most, born at the very end of winter, still it is half as tall as you when it's on all fours. The cub marches over to a barrel near your head, not so much as glancing at you, and instead going straight for the puppy chow. A second cub soon joins the first, slipping out from the darkness, into your own personal lunar-spotlight, and they squabble over the barrel until the second cub moves on... moves to you. You squeeze our eyes shut as this bear sizes up its prey, then moves in, enticed by the sweet smell of honey. First he licks the ball gag, his raspy tongue scraping over your face as he laps at the honey, and you thrash in anguish. Like Mistress said, it’s like a cat’s tongue. Barbed and rough, sandpaper-like. When the honey is gone he moves up a little further, to your breasts, and, despite the biting pain, you moan against the gag. One of the cub's teeth catches against your right nipple, and the sharp dagger stabs through it, causing you to cry out, though your cries come out more like strangled moans. The cub pulls back sharply and brings with him a bit of your flesh.

At the presence of blood, and the happy sniffles and whimpers of the two cubs, a third bear appears, bigger than the first two, and you whimper. The cubs run to her. Momma bear. She lumbers towards you, sniffing at the blood seeping out of your destroyed tit and then moves her massive head to the beef stuffed into your pussy. Having experienced human hunters baiting traps with fresh meat in the past, the mother is cautious of such an apparently easy meal. She sniffs around your body and surroundings, almost seeking any sort of trap designed against the bear and her eager cubs. The mother eventually returned to your exposed pussy, carefully moving forward to lick at the meat inside you, eliciting moans that came out strangled. No trap sprung, leaving the mother bear to her own personal designs, whatever nature saw fit for them to be.

Now seeing this as easily accessible meal she opens her jaw to reveal to you her pearly white incisors, gleaming in the moonlight. Then she bites down... and you scream. The razor sharp incisors have no problem with the sensitive, dripping wet flesh of your pussy and cervix as well, the ease in which the teeth pass through flesh only a prelude to the show to come. In the comfort of her cabin your mistress watches in awe, while one of the dogs eagerly laps between her legs, and she shivers a little, knowing not to let herself come to a climax until the best part of your torture. The mother bear did not move fast at first, seeming to almost take its time with the meal at first, as if testing for anything toxic to the mother bear. Or it was savoring such an easy, fresh meal after having to hunt for not just herself, but her two cubs. But the slow pace would not last long at all.

The mother bear begins to tear into you further, gouging out the pussy in bloody chunks, as well as taking only some of the bloody beef that had so initially enticed the beasts to the feast. The mother keeps rending away between your legs, the beef soon long gone but the mother not slowing down in her blood frenzy. Your own blood, and the mother's own actions, excites something in the bear cubs, and the two young ones begin to pull at different parts of your body, their sharp teeth slicing through you like a knife through butter. Muscle and sinew sliced cleanly while bone rapidly snapped under the intense biting force of the cubs, young as they are. The first cub had latched onto your side, ribs breaking as it ripped out chunks of your sides, exposing organs as blood poured from your wounds. The second cub eagerly dug into the cavity its brother made, tearing out organs and strings of intestines, some of which remain dangling out your side as the cubs feast on the strung out intestinal tract.

The Mistress was eagerly watching, working her pussy quicker, moaning at the sight of your torture, the blood from the bears feasting only exciting her more. Cowboy again moved between her legs, the scent of Mistress overpowering the mastiff, and she allowed the dog to eagerly lap at her wet pussy, moaning as she was pleasured by the mastiff and the sight of your bloody, slow demise. She let the dog mount her, legs spread as she let the mastiff pleasure her with his own member, the combination of both mastiff and show rapidly bringing her within inches of climax, in a timely fashion too as your life was rapidly coming to its final, climatic and bloody conclusion.

You are too exhausted from lack of blood to scream, and the gag would have only allowed the increasingly strangled and weakened moans to pass anyways. The remaining red blood gushes forth from your body, heat visible against the cold night as the life blood pours from you ruined body. The bar and rope holding you are finally torn down, between the mother ripping away at your legs and your other arm being torn to shreds, and your limbless body hits the ground with a harsh thud, conscious already fading rapidly. As the bears tear open your chest, your last vision is the still beating heart being rended from your chest, torn apart by the now crimson fangs of the mother bear. Both cubs, splattered with blood, are feasting on your limbs while the mother feasts on the torso. The sight of the heart brings your mistress into a climax finally, body shuddering as she screams your name and the wolves and dogs howl alongside of her impassioned scream.