(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)                                                            
