Kelly was such a Deer girl.  (Consensual Sexual Cannibalism f teen)

Kelly had spent the past couple of months working out, and she was now the fittest and most toned girl in her class, but nobody really paid any attention here in Montreal.  Well that wasn't quite true, as her adoptive parents Katrina and Frank Whyte had definitely noticed, but they had their own reasons for helping Kelly work out, and these would soon come to fruition when they visited their friends Hank and Tracey Turner in their remote cabin up in the Rockies for Easter Holidays.  Kelly was looking forward to seeing Tracey's twins that had been born a couple of months ago, she couldn't believe the names that they had been given, Rose and Lily, but she thought that it could have been worse.  Kelly stood in front of the full length mirror in her room and looked herself up and down.  She smiled at what she saw, her Uncle Tom would be impressed, and she hoped that he would be at the cabin when they got there.

Katrina was packing up the clothes that they would need when they got to the cabin, she knew that it was still pretty cool up there at this time of the year and had packed quite a few sets of warmer clothes.  The back of their SUV was already loaded with food and other things that couldn't be purchased up in the mountains and that Tracey and Hank had asked them to bring with them, and there wasn't really going to be that much room for Kelly back there.  Still she had the in-car DVD to watch and she had brought along more than enough DVDs for the journey ahead of them, plus she had her I-pod on which she had downloaded a fortune of tracks.   

The journey was to pass pretty quickly without any real dramas and they arrived at the cabin a couple of hours early.  Kelly dashed into the cabin and greeted Tracey and Hank and asked where the babies were, Tracey took her upstairs to where the babies were in their new nursery and for the next few minutes she just looked at them, Katrina then came up and joined them, Frank came up, and heard the women talking in baby language and promptly turned around and went down to look for Hank who had just returned from a walk in the woods with his brother Tom.  Hank shook his head and said "Babies!" Frank and Tom laughed, and then led him into the kitchen and cracked open a six-pack of beer, and started to down them.  Tom suggested that they ought to start off-loading the SUV, but Frank laughed and said that there was plenty of time for that, they were early anyway.

In the evening after the twins had been put to bed and the baby monitor switched on they sat down around the table and tucked into a pot roast.  Most of the conversation was about babies and how Tracey was managing here so far away from civilisation.  Kelly was beginning to tire of this, nice as Rose and Lily were, but enough was enough, so she started to talk to her Uncle Tom and asked what he had been doing recently.  He explained that he had been promoted and was now in charge of a small accountancy team for a large multi-national, they hadn't really wanted him to take leave at this time of the year, but he insisted as he explained that he had a long outstanding commitment which he didn't want to default on.  Kelly's eyes opened wide and she asked what that was, knowing what he would say.  "Well young lady I agreed at Xmas to stay with my brother and family and go deer hunting didn't I?"  She looked into his sparkling eyes, and smiled but she then asked whether he was a good hunter, he laughed and said he had no idea, it wasn't anything he'd done for real before.  But his brother had hunted quite a bit and he suspected that he would be pretty good at it.  Kelly asked who would be out on the hunt, and Tom said it would be just Hank, Frank and himself as the wives would be looking after the twins and generally catching up on events.

Kelly suggested that it wasn't really fair three grown men hunting nice little deer with guns and things, and suggested that they ought to either use spears or bows and arrows or just knives just as the native Indians would have done before white man came.  Tom thought about it for a moment and then agreed, and suggested that perhaps they ought to set traps out in the woods for the deer as well, her eyes opened wide and she grinned at him.  Tom called the other guys over and told them about Kelly's suggestion for the hunt, and they both looked really receptive and thought it would make it more fun.  They decided that it would be better if they left the hunt for Easter Sunday, the day after tomorrow as the weather would be warmest and it was extremely unlikely that there would be anyone else about in the forest.  It would also give them time to make some weapons for the hunt. 

The next day the two wives and Kelly watched the male's rather pathetic attempts to form bows and arrows, but eventually they had two bows and about a dozen arrows, none of them were particularly good at aiming though and it was unlikely that they would get close enough to their prey to shoot one, but they would try.  Tom had knocked up some spears that seemed to be pretty effective, but again throwing them accurately would not be very easy.  They all had knives so there was no need to make these, which was probably a good job too.  Hank decided that the idea of setting some traps might be worth it, so he offered his excuses and slipped away into the woods.  After he had gone, the women burst into laughter, and explained that they thought the chance of him constructing a workable trap without injuring himself wasn't very good, and they had decided if he hadn't returned in two hours to go out and look for him.  But he was back in just over an hour, and admitted that he hadn't had too much success and gave up.  But he looked at Kelly and winked and said that he had managed to set one trap up, so she would have to be careful if she went wandering about out there.

During the evening they were sat around watching cartoons on the TV when Kelly suddenly asked, "What happens if you can't catch the deer tomorrow Uncle Tom?"  The adults all looked at her, "Well you can't expect it to just give itself up can you!"  They all looked at her, as she continued "I mean lets be honest you are not going to be the greatest hunters the world has ever known."  Hank laughed, and admitted that she was probably right, and then suggested that perhaps they ought to set a time limit, and if they hadn't succeeded they would call it quits for the day, and then perhaps they could think things through and start the hunt the following day.  Kelly's eyes were sparkling as she heard this, and to Tom it appeared that she was up to something and they were playing into her hands, but just what was she doing.  Eventually they all agreed that they would go out hunting around 10 or so in the morning, and if they hadn't caught something by about 2 in the afternoon the women wouldn't have time to prepare anything else for the evening meal.  Tracey suggested that she could blow her grandfathers old hunting horn when it was time for the hunt to finish.  Frank coughed for attention, and they all looked at him, "Come on folks, be serious, how hard is it going to be to track and catch our dinner, I reckon we'll be back by lunchtime!"  He looked at Kelly and winked.  She started to speak and was going to argue but suddenly stopped and merely smiled.

The next morning, found the men eating breakfast and getting ready to go on the hunt, the twins were occupying the wives, and Kelly? Well Kelly had slipped out of the cabin and was disappearing into the forest.  Tom looked at his watch, and said "Well only five minutes to go then guys, should we tell the girls we're off?"  Then seeing the body language of the others continued "Guess not then!"  Frank and Hank took the Bows and arrows, Frank also took a spear, Hank declined, so Tom took the two remaining spears.  They all took a couple of canteens of water with them, Frank also took some rope so that he could truss anything that they managed to catch, and then they quietly slipped out of the cabin so as not to disturb the women.  They started out and moved towards the forest, and then swiftly towards the river that they decided offered the best chance of finding the tracks of their prey.  When they arrived there they slowly moved up the river bank and Frank eventually spotted some tracks in the mud by the water.  Some little deer had been down by the water and had been drinking.

The three of them spread out and slowly moved off with Frank in the middle following the tracks.  Tom thought that there was little chance of catching anything with the noise they were making, but he carried on.  About twenty minutes later they found themselves back at the river without ever having seen any sight of their quarry.  The three of them decided that they were getting nowhere hunting as a pack and decided to split up.  Tom decided to move back to the cabin, and hunt to the North which although more heavily wooded he thought would offer the best chance.  The other two stayed by the river with Frank going upstream, and Hank downstream, they had now been hunting for almost an hour and although they thought they had heard movements around them they had seen nothing.  

Tom kept looking without any success and had stopped for a few moments to gather his thoughts.  Suddenly about a hundred yards away in a small clearing he caught sight of his prey, pink against the dark background, he could see a slender body for a moment and then she was gone, he wasn't sure if she had seen him, but he was on the move as quickly as he could.  He followed the trail for about ten minutes, and although he got close he saw nothing more than a brief glimpse of his prey.  He was getting close to a small stream, and slowed his pace, he was thirsty, and he wondered if his prey was too.  Slowly moving onto some rocks above a small pool he knew was there he took out his binoculars and looked for the young deer.  There, down by the pool no more than a hundred feet or so away was his prey, he brought the binoculars to his eyes and looked more closely at the lean tender legs, nicely rounded butt, firm belly and small breasts, she looked around and then got back to her feet and moved slowly away, it was as if she was teasing him.  

Tom was still too far away to stand a chance of hitting her, but he thought he would try anyway, so taking his spear in his right arm he moved into the open and launched it at her, it fell some ten yards short, and she looked over her shoulder and then disappeared into the trees again.  Tom popped down and collecting his spear took up the hunt again.  He realised that they were heading back down towards the river; it was as if she wanted all the hunters together again.  There were several times when he managed to get close enough to launch the spear, and on one occasion it ended up stuck in a tree no more than a yard or so wide of the lithe little body.  Suddenly he heard the sound of something approaching so he dropped onto all fours and waited behind a tree, spear in hand, but then Frank appeared bow in hand.  Tom called out his name to make sure that he wasn't inadvertently shot, and then moved out into the open.  

Frank had caught the barest glimpse of their prospective meal, and had let off a single arrow, but it had missed by a mile, a noise behind them made them turn round and there no more than about forty feet away they saw the fine figure of Kelly, and then she was gone, Frank lifted his bow but it was too late.  Tom smiled, yes their prey was definitely toying with them, but he had a feeling that she might make a mistake at some point, and then they would have her.  They continued the hunt for another half an hour or so and then found themselves back by the river and met Hank, who was sitting down sharpening his knife.  He shook his head and said that he was on the point of giving up as he had had no sight of any prey at all.  Tom and Frank explained what had happened and how they thought that she was getting the hunters together, possibly to share the moment.  Frank looked at his watch, they had barely an hour to go, so perhaps they ought to move on out, suddenly he motioned for silence and then pointed behind them, cocking an arrow in his bow he started to draw the string and then Hank and Tom moved out of the way, and he loosed it, they heard a squeal and dashed off to where they found the arrow lodged in a tree, it must have been a really close thing, and he couldn't have missed her by much.

They had several more sightings in the next hour, and each had an opportunity to take their prey, but without success.  Suddenly they heard the sound of a horn being blown, damn, their four hours were up.  Frank shrugged and said he had a feeling that Kelly was going to rub this failure in when they got back to the cabin.  The three men drank some water from their canteens and began the walk back to the cabin; they were getting close when they heard a surprised squeal from a parallel track.  Hank looked at the others, "That" he said "Is where I put the trap!"  they started running through the undergrowth and sure enough there in front of them and just off the track they could see their prey swinging from a tree, her left ankle in a noose and her arms a couple of feet from the forest floor.  As they got closer they admired the fine details of their prey, Tom went up and stroked the smooth flesh, the fine texture of her thigh meat and her nice firm filet.  Hank commented just how much she had both grown and firmed up since he had last seen her in the buff.  

Frank laughed and asked what they did now, Hank replied, saying that as it was his trap that had caught her it was he who should have the pleasure of butchering her.  Tom interrupted and pointed out that she had actually been trapped after the hunt was over, so technically they needed to go through it all again tomorrow.  Hank sighed, and then said Tom was right, and they should cut her down.  Grudgingly Frank helped them cut her down, and put her on the ground, Kelly rose to her feet and started off for the cabin, they noticed that she was limping as she walked, perhaps tomorrow might not be so hard after all.  As they followed her they admired her firm butt and legs, and decided that tomorrow they just had to be successful.  

Back at the cabin Kelly had disappeared into the bathroom and was taking a shower, the wives started on preparing a meal for the evening, and the guys were discussing tactics for the following day.  Kelly came out a while later wearing just a small towel, and sat down next to her father, and mischievously asked him how the hunt had gone.  Had it all been over in an hour, or had it been something of a disaster?  Frank looked at his daughter smiled and said that there was always tomorrow, she giggled and asked what was for dinner, Tracey announced that they had a haunch of venison.  Kelly then let the towel slip, and wriggling her arse said "I bet it isn't as nice as this though!" Tom reached out and patted her butt, "Nope, you're right sweetie; there is nothing as nice as the real thing."  She giggled turned round and kissed her Uncle Tom and then laughing said that she hoped it was him who snagged the prey the next day.  She then went to the fireplace and finished drying herself off with the towel, the three men watched her very closely thinking of what may follow in the morning.  

Over dinner the wives gave their men folk a rough time for not having brought home anything from the hunt and asked what made them think that tomorrow would be any different.  Hank winked, "I just think that it will sweetheart, but if the worst comes to the worst we can always hunt again the day after, and perhaps take the rifles with us!"  Kelly's eyes opened wide at this, and she said that somehow she felt that they would be successful the following day.  They all laughed at this and then continued eating their meal. The men spent some time working on their weapons, and trying to work out some tactics for the hunt in the morning.  They watched as Kelly limped upstairs to bed, her shapely calves showing below the nightdress that she was wearing, "God!" Tom thought, "isn't she just absolutely gorgeous?"

The next morning saw light drizzle falling and the sun was almost totally obscured, however the diffuse light made things look very pretty and there was a sort of surreal atmosphere.  The three men were looking outside and realised that whilst the rain could put a bit of a dampener on the hunt in some ways, the fine nature of it could make tracking their quarry a bit easier.  Hank commented that he expected it would all have cleared up by shortly after noon.  There was about half an hour before they could start the hunt, and they were unsurprised to see the delicate shape of Kelly disappearing in amongst the trees, she looked over her shoulders and seeing the hunters watching wriggled her little arse, and then moved out of sight.  "Little minx" said Frank as he watched her disappear, Hank corrected him "Little deer you mean Hank!!  Venison on two legs in fact!" Tom laughed and said "Oh yes, lovely meat all ready to be caught."  Katrina came down and asked whether they were ready to go, and they confirmed that they were, but they wanted to give her a few more minutes.  Katrina raised an eyebrow, pointing out that she had made monkeys of them the day before, should they really take a chance that she could slip away.  Frank shrugged and suggested that it was time for them to leave.

They had decided that Kelly would appear quite quickly and entice them into the hunt, but in this they were wrong, after the best part of an hour they still had seen no sign of her apart from some tracks near the stream.  Then just as they began to wonder where she was they heard a noise in the distance and spreading out they moved towards where it had come from.  Tom being the youngest and fittest had agreed to move round behind the point where the noise had come and was waiting whilst the others moved towards him, he could hear movement and realised that someone was coming towards him, and then he could see pink flesh crouching down behind some bushes as Hank and Frank moved closer.  The drizzle was running off of her flesh in little beads and her hair was soaked and lying across her back.  He cursed the fact that he had the spears as he felt he could have taken her with an arrow, but he was going to have to either move closer, or wait for them to flush her out.  She turned slightly and he could see her in profile, crouched down as low as she could get, he looked at her shapely body, the long slim legs the taught belly, her slender arms and small firm breasts, and then she stood up and started to run and she was getting closer, Tom stood up and launched his spear somehow she seemed to twist in mid run and it missed her and then she was gone.

The guys then started the hunt in earnest and in the next hour or so had her in their sight on quite a few occasions, and then she made a mistake.  Hank signalled for his companions to halt, and then indicated that they should keep quiet, and drawing his bow he aimed upwards into a tree just at the extreme of his range.  They looked at the tree and could see her up in the branches, she hadn't seen them.  Hank moved as close as he could without alerting her and then raising the bow again he loosed his arrow.  They watched as it arked towards the prey, and for a moment they thought it was going to strike her, but it caught a branch which deflected it at the last moment.  Kelly was startled and leapt down to a lower branch, but then fell the last few feet, they watched as she landed on her bad ankle and squealed with the pain.  She limped away as quickly as she could, but the writing was now on the wall, she knew it, they knew it and they started to move in for the kill.

If they thought that this was going to be easy, they were surprised, as in pain or not, she easily managed to elude them for another forty minutes or so.  A little later they managed to catch sight of her again, and she was in a little hollow with thick bushes behind.  Hank told Tom and Frank that he would go around behind her where she couldn't see him and then in five minutes they were to move slowly towards her and see if they could flush her towards him.  They nodded and watched him go, this seemed to be the longest five minutes of their lives, and eventually it was time to start moving.  They could just see some movement in the hollow and then watched as she darted out of the side and not the back as they had hoped.  Hank already had the arrow notched on his bow and by luck he had moved around slightly towards the right side of the hollow and was waiting for movement from their prey.

Suddenly, there in front of him moving remarkably agilely considering her injury, was the deer that he had been hunting, he loosed the arrow and watched as it flew the short distance and imbedded itself in her shoulder, again she squealed in pain, but after stumbling she was running again.  Frank and Tom were through the hollow and in pursuit as well and they watched as their prey ran off, an arrow sticking out of her shoulder.  They upped their pace, surely this was their chance, but somehow she avoided them, they realised in their haste to chase her they had probably run past her as she hid in a bush or something.  They stopped and then split up and moved slowly back towards the hollow, Tom spotted what appeared to be blood on some leaves, and then could see a trail where his deer had limped off, he decided that he couldn't wait for the others, so he hooted like an owl which was the sign they had agreed on and moved off down the trail.  He realised he was getting closer to her and could hear her moving not far ahead, and then he could see a beautiful rump bobbing along in front of him.  He changed direction a little and started moving parallel to her, and then when he saw her stumble a little he moved in on her position.

As she recovered her feet she saw a movement to her left and realised there was someone moving towards her, she was about to move off in the opposite direction when she heard something brush through the leaves of the trees and watched as a spear flew through and pierced her in the side.  She stumbled again and realised that this was it, she didn't have the strength to go any further.  She lay on her side as first Tom and then the others emerged from the woods.  They stood over her looking at her body twitching below them.  Frank looked at Tom, and congratulated him, Hank pulled the spear out of her side and started to take his knife out, but Frank stopped him.  "This is Tom's catch, let him do it, remember what Kelly said last night, she hoped he would achieve the kill." Hank put his knife away and looked at Tom who unsheathed his knife and kneeled down beside his prey, turning the head to one side exposing the throat more fully he slit her throat and windpipe, there was a gurgling sound and her life ebbed away.  

Hank had the rope that day and he moved quickly and tied her ankles together and hauled her up and hung her from a branch and let her bleed out.  Tom slit her wrists to make this happen quicker and the three men stood back and looked at their kill.  Hank moved over to the body and slit it open from her pubis to her sternum and began the job of gutting her, explaining that it was best to field dress the deer as quickly as possible.  The others watched as Hank completed the task, Frank asked whether they should bury the entrails, but Hank said they would be better off spreading them across the ground and the wildlife would do a fine job of getting rid of any telltale signs.  Within a few minutes the carcass was totally eviscerated, Tom had put the liver and Kidneys into a re-sealable bag and stashed it into his pack, he would have to be careful as there was still plenty of blood in them and he was scared the bag would burst and ruin his pack.  They used their canteens to wash out the carcass and then it was time to cut it down and take it back to the cabin.  Hank helped Frank take it down and then placed it over Tom's shoulders with her left leg and left arm tied together and held in front of him in a sort of fireman's lift.

They walked back to the cabin, and Tom couldn't believe just how sweet the meat over his shoulders smelled.  Her left leg was close to his left cheek, and by turning his head he could actually touch her flesh with his tongue, and he was so tempted to bite her gently, but knew it was better to wait.  The women were out of the cabin when the men returned and there was some ironic cheering as Tom dropped the carcass onto a large wooden table close to the roasting pit that had been readied for just this event.  Katrina moved over and ran her hands over the now cool skin of her daughter, admiring the fruits of Kelly's labour, there was no spare fat anywhere.  She looked at her face which looked so peaceful, she smiled, Kelly had gotten her last wish, Uncle Tom had completed the kill, and now the rest of them were going to get their wish.  Tracey came over and told the guys that it was okay to remove the head now.  Frank moved over, and said that was his job, and then taking his knife out he completed the task and placed her head alongside her carcass.

Kelly roasted for several hours and then Katrina tested the meat by skewering the thigh and when the juices ran clear she announced that the meat was ready, and so all of them came out of the cabin and moved around to the roaster, they uncovered the rest of the food, the vegetables, etc and got ready as Frank picked up the carving knife and fork when suddenly a voice stopped them all in their tracks. "Well what do we have here then?"  The five of them looked around and walking towards them were two hunters with rifles levelled, Frank moved across in front of the roast, in an effort to hide it, the lead huntsman told them to stay exactly where they were and not to move.  Hank asked what they wanted, and said not to hurt the women.  The lead hunter looked at him and said, let me tell you all a little story.

"Yesterday my brother and I were doing a little bit of hunting in the woods when we saw three grown men wandering around with spears and bows and arrows, and we wondered what they were doing, so we settled down with a couple of beers and watched them through our binoculars from the rocks back there, we couldn't work out what they could be hunting as they didn't stand much chance of getting anything with the weapons they had.  After a while my brother nudged me and pointed down to the valley about a hundred yards ahead of them and there running through the woods was a very young deer.  I looked at it and saw that it was a fine beast, but not what we were expecting, eh brother?"  The other hunter laughed as the first continued.

"Well we watched for a while, it was quite amusing and we decided it was some sort of game, albeit potentially dangerous as even home-made bows and arrows and spears can do damage, and then we noticed one of you nearly shoot the deer so we became a little confused.  We then lost sight of you for a while so we decided to move down and get a closer look, all of a sudden we heard something coming towards us so we took cover and there in front of us was one of the sweetest looking deer that we had ever seen.  Then it was gone and we heard you moving towards us and then just when we thought you might stumble on us there was the sound of a horn and you all stopped and turned around.  We waited for a while and then followed you at a good distance and were surprised to see the deer enter your cabin, followed a little while later by you."

Still no one said anything, so the hunter continued, "My brother and I talked it over and we decided that we would pop back today and see whether the hunt continued, and guess what? It did! We watched as the young deer emerged from behind the cabin and disappeared into the woods.  From where we were sitting we could see it from time to time and it really was quite amusing seeing how it an rings round you again, but then something must have happened as the next time we saw it, it was limping, we then watched as you closed in on it, but lost sight for a while and then Alan noticed it again and it appeared to have an arrow in its shoulder, so we decided to move down closer and see what was happening.  By the time we got down close enough to see what was going on the deer had been killed and was hanging by its hind legs from a tree, and was being gutted."  He looked at Hank "and a fine job you did buddy, looked like it wasn't your first gutting.  Well then we waited for you to leave and we discussed what we should do for a while and then we decided to come down and say Hi! So here we are."

Frank stepped forward and said "Okay, so what do you want? Money, we can get that, just don't hurt the women or babies!"  The huntsman looked at him and said "Money! We don't want money buddy, and as for the women and children what do you think we are? " Tom interrupted saying that was exactly what they were trying to work out.  But it was very hard to think clearly at the point of a gun. Hank nodded, the lead hunter smiled and said, "Well actually guys we were just wondering if you good folks would show some good old neighbourly spirit and invite us to join you for dinner.  You see it is a long time since we have eaten a deer that looked as tender as the one you hunted."  Tracey looked at the hunter trying to tell whether he was telling the truth or just winding them up.  "Well it isn't neighbourly to point guns at your hosts is it?"  The second huntsman laughed and shouldered his rifle, his friend shrugged and did the same, and then walking towards Tracey he extended his hand and introduced himself and his brother to them.  Frank was still a little nervous, but he felt a bit better when the one introduced as Colin went over to the roast and pulled off a piece of crackling and tasted it, "Wow that is so good!".

The atmosphere was a little strained to begin with, as the two families got used to their uninvited guests, but gradually things became more relaxed, probably due to the alcohol but also due to some of the stories that their guests regaled them with.  It appeared that these two hunters from the States were not what they seemed; they were businessmen who wanted to get closer to their roots and decided that hunting in the Rockies might be just the way to spend their vacation.  Back home they were recognised as being very successful businessmen and Alan was mayor of a fairly large town.  He also had a very large mansion at which they regularly held charity functions, and occasionally very special feasts and Barbecues.  At some of these special feasts they served longpork, but until recently it had all tended to be somewhat unwilling, comprising mainly `illegals' that had been caught and deported, albeit that they never actually left the State.  A few months ago however they had had a young lady visit who was happy to be spitted alive, like in the Dolcett cartoons, and they all had had a wonderful afternoon  first watching her spitted, then roasted and then feasting on her tight little body.

Alan gave them each a copy of his business card, and suggested they might like to pop down and visit him some time in the future when he was having one of his feasts.  He would send them an invite if they would like, they considered this for a few moments and then agreed that this was a very tempting offer that they would be churlish to refuse.  Colin said that they would have to go to very great lengths to find something anywhere near as tasty as the deer that that had eaten that evening, but explained that he loved a challenge.  Alan looked at his watch and asked whether they could give them a lift back to their campsite, Katrina said she would drive, but Tracey suggested they stayed the night as there were now a couple of spare rooms.  That way they could have a nice cooked breakfast as long as they didn't mind leftovers!  And then one of them could run them back up in the daylight, when it was safer.  Alan nodded in agreement and turning to his brother said, "leftovers sound pretty good to me, what about you bro'?"  Colin looked round and chewing another piece of crackling nodded as well.
