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 The Stag Hunt (young female non-consensual sexual cannibalism)

   Sarah didn't like people hunting animals on horseback and had tried long
and hard to find ways to protest.  Unfortunately people saw her pretty face
and slim body and never took her seriously.  She had resisted the
temptation to join some of the Hunt Saboteur groups, as she realised they
were often as bad as the huntsman themselves.  Today she had been in a café
in the town where she was on holiday with her friend Wendy and she had
heard a group of young men talking about a forthcoming stag hunt.  The two
girls had engaged them in conversation and tried to do all they could to
dissuade them from the hunt, and they may have succeeded, albeit that they
had ended up offering to be the target of the hunt!

   The two girls were talking to Jamie who as the Hunt master had listened
to their proposal with distinct interest, and Sarah was feeling hopeful. 
Wendy felt that there was something wrong about the whole affair, but went
along with Sarah's proposals.  Both of the girls were experienced at
orienteering and were very fit, and had considered running across the
Moorland at some point in their holidays, so perhaps this wasn't such a bad
idea.  The Hunt master agreed that what they were suggesting was possible,
however he was concerned about the insurance issues, if the girls were
injured somehow, and so suggested that if the girls were willing they could
sign a contract taking responsibility for their own actions.  He made it
all sound so reasonable that the girls took it at face value.  They
arranged to meet again the following day to finalise arrangements and sign
the contract.

   That night the two girls relaxed in their hotel room and talked about
the hunt, and they realised that they were looking forward to it.  As they
discussed it further they realised that if all went well that perhaps they
could use this as an example to show other hunts that there were other
options available and that they could still hunt with horses and hounds in
the countryside.  The more they talked the more excited they became, and
Wendy pointed out that it was quite a turn on when you thought of all those
men chasing these two young ladies, besides they had both fancied some of
the young men who had been talking about the hunt initially.

   The following day they met Jamie in the same café that they had heard
about the hunt in the first place.  Apparently the owner often took some of
the product from the hunts for his own restaurant next door.  The girls
laughed at this and said that he'd be disappointed this time.  Jamie smiled
at this and then produced a rather large sheaf of papers, which formed the
contract.  He apologised, but said that it was the standard contract that
all the riders signed and he had realised that it would probably be more
than adequate for the girls.  He offered to let them read it, but they
laughed and said they couldn't afford the time; Jamie smiled again, and
then watched as the girls signed the contracts.  He got the café owner to
come over to witness the signatures.

   There were still a couple of days to the hunt, and they agreed with
Jamie to keep the whole thing under wraps and not to tell anyone.  Jamie
suggested that the girls ought to wear something more "animal" like than
the Lycra running outfits that the girls had suggested.  He appeared to
muse for a moment and then a smile appeared across his face, Of course!  He
knew the answer; his twin sisters had gone to the hunt ball as deer the
previous year.  They had had a couple of outfits made up that made them
look like deer.  They were very light, and if he remembered rather clinging
to the skin, they would be perfect.  He looked at the girls and suggested
that they were almost the same size as Ellen and Carol.  The girls totally
taken in by Jamie's charms quickly agreed to this idea.  Jamie said he
would pop the outfits around that evening to their hotel.  The girls
thought this was a good idea, as they could always alter them if they
didn't fit properly.  As they left the café Jamie was called back in by the
owner who wanted to speak to him.

   That evening Jamie was as good as his word and two "deerskin" outfits
were produced.  The girls tried them on and discovered that they fitted
almost too well.  It was very difficult to wear anything underneath.  The
arms ended in hoof like gloves, which made picking things up nigh on
impossible, and the legs ended with a sort of wrap which they realised
would go over their trainers.  They slipped the outfits on and paraded
around their room getting used to them and realised they were getting
really excited about the hunt.  They talked about what to wear under the
outfits, and Sarah decided that if the weather was hot she might not wear
anything.  The Velcro that fastened the outfit was more than secure.  Wendy
wasn't too sure about this idea, but realised that if it was hot, this
might be quite sensible.

   The day of the hunt arrived and Jamie took the girls out to the start in
his Range Rover, they were still in their casual clothes and intended to
change in the barn that Jamie had explained was the start point.  The girls
were surprised at just how desolate the area was, there was very little
cover to hide anywhere, apart from some scrub on the hills to the East. 
There were about a dozen horses gathered and probably the same number of
staghounds as well.  The girls received a big round of applause as they
left the barn dressed as deer, and there were all sorts of lewd remarks
made about the tastiest bits of venison anyone had seen.

   Jamie checked with the girls that all was well, and they were still
happy to continue, and they confirmed they were.  He produced a couple of
deerskins and told the girls to rub themselves with them so that the hounds
would have something to follow to begin with.  The girls did as they were
bid and then slowly made their way off onto the moor.  Jamie had told them
that he would allow them about 30 minutes and then the hunt would start. 
The girls didn't hang around and made good progress heading towards the
hills in the East.  Jamie was as good as his word, after half an hour the
girls heard the horn being blown that signified the start of the hunt.

   The horses and hounds were still out of sight when the girls arrived at
a stream just below the hills.  The had a quick discussion and Wendy turned
left and went downstream, Sarah turned right and moved upstream, they were
not going to make it easy for the hunt.  The going was easier for Wendy,
and she expected that the hunt would probably move off after her rather
than going up into the hills, so she was surprised when on looking back she
could see dogs and hounds moving up after Sarah.  She decided to double
back towards the barn and move hide in a small valley that she had spotted.

   The hunt was moving well, and the hounds were out in front well on the
trail of the girls.  When they arrived at the stream it was obvious that
the girls had split up, Jamie decided to hunt the one that had gone
upstream as it would enable the hunt to look down on their other quarry. 
So it was that the horses and hounds turned to hunt Sarah.  Jamie realised
that Sarah was certainly a fit young lady as he had confidently expected to
run her to ground by this point, but still they had seen no sign of her. 
He began to wonder if perhaps the girls hadn't split up and that they were
actually following the trail of a real deer or stag.  The in the distance
silhouetted against the skyline he saw her.  The dogs were closing her down
now, and he wondered if she would remember what she had been told about
standing still so the dogs wouldn't attack her.  Oh well accidents would
happen, and the girls had signed their contracts.  He laughed at this and
then refocused on the hunt, it would only be a matter of minutes now.

   Sarah realised the game was up, she was totally exhausted and the dogs
were getting closer.  She knew that she was going to have to stand still
when they came very close, and she just hoped that they wouldn't attack
her. In the end she came across a small tree and climbed up into it and
waited for the hunt to arrive, she had barely moved out of reach of the
hounds when the first huntsman arrived on the scene.  When Jamie arrived he
chided Sarah telling her that deer couldn't climb trees, she was too tired
to reply.  Once the dogs were rounded up she slowly climbed down from the
tree and moved towards Jamie.  What happened next took her totally by
surprise, as he jumped from the saddle and struck her with a sort of
truncheon and she fell to the ground unconscious.

   A couple of the huntsmen moved towards her and produced knives with
which they began to remove her deer outfit.  They were delighted when they
found there was nothing underneath it apart from Sarah herself.  She was
gagged and then securely trussed up and tied to Jamie's horse just ahead of
the saddle.  The hounds were then released again and the hunt for Wendy
began in earnest.  Wendy had done a good job of hiding her trail crossing
rivers and streams, wading down them for a while, doubling back and
crossing her own trail, and it was nearly two hours later before the hunt
caught up with her.  Sarah had become conscious, and was suffering badly
from the pain in her head where she was coshed, but also from the buffeting
of being tied to the horse.  She was gagged so she couldn't scream and she
was scared she would be sick, as that meant she would almost certainly
choke to death.  She couldn't believe what was happening.

   Wendy heard the hounds getting closer and could hear the triumphal
bugling of the horn as the hunt moved ever closer.  She tripped and fell,
and before she could get up the first hound was snapping at her heels.  She
decided to curl up and protect herself from the teeth of the dogs, but she
needn't have worried they didn't attack, but they did surround her barking
furiously.  She heard the huntsmen approaching and waited for the call to
get up, but it didn't come, she was aware of a dark shape looming over her
and then a movement, and she too was rendered unconscious.

   The hunt moved back to the barn the two girls draped naked over two of
the huntsmen horses.  Jamie had ridden ahead with a couple of other of the
huntsmen to prepare things.  Once the hunt was all back and the dogs penned
in next to the barn it was time to take the girls down from the horses. 
Sarah was hurting badly but she was absolutely livid and intended to really
tell Jamie what she thought of him.  Wendy had only just come round and was
totally confused.  She moved her head and could see Sarah trussed up naked,
and it was only then she realised that she too had been stripped.  The
girls were lifted down and thrown bodily into a pile of straw near to where
the dogs were penned, but no attempts were made to untie them at all.  It
was the first time that Wendy had realised just how large staghounds
actually were, as she was used to the hounds from fox hunting packs.

   The huntsmen seemed to find everything highly amusing as they watched
the girls writhing in discomfort.  Jamie came over and began to fondle
Sarah feeling her thighs, her breasts, rolling her over and feeling her
buttocks.  One of the others came over and began to do the same to Wendy,
who realised that things were getting serious, and that they were out of
their depth and at the mercy of these brutes.  She heard one of the
huntsmen talking about bestiality and this confused her until she realised
they were still talking about the girls as if they were deer.  She realised
that she would be very lucky to escape being raped.  As it turned out her
luck wasn't in as various huntsmen took it in turn with both her and Sarah.
It was during this group rape that the girl's gags were taken off for the
first time, but their spirit had been broken and they couldn't raise more
than a quiet plead for mercy.  Cocks replaced the gags as the girls were
made to suck their captors.

   After about an hour or so of this Jamie announced it was about time to
get on with the job and finish the hunt properly.  Sarah was dragged by her
feet to the barn where a beam had a number of hooks hanging from it.  Sarah
was lifted and hung by the rope at her ankles.  Wendy could see all that
was going on through the open barn doors and watched in horror as her
friend's throat was slit open, her arms untied, and her wrists slit to
further drain the blood.  Several of the huntsmen dipped their fingers into
the pulsing blood and tasted it, announcing that it was sweeter than a
normal deer's, and not so salty.  As she watched transfixed in horror
Sarah's beautifully trim body was butchered and joints of meet hung from
other hooks.  She now knew her fate, and surprisingly found that she was
becoming calm at the thought.  She realised she couldn't escape and after
that everything became easier to accept.

   She could smell some burning, and realised that there was a barbecue
being heated up.  She watched as one of Sarah's legs was taken over to the
barbecue and fixed over it to be roasted.  She realised that they had now
finished with Sarah and knew it was her time.  To her surprise the huntsmen
were untying her legs, and then lifted her off the ground and then horror
of horrors they started to cut her lightly all over her body and then they
threw her into the dogs.  The huntsmen climbed onto the fence as they
watched the dogs move towards the near helpless Wendy who wriggled and
writhed on the floor and then made the fatal mistake of kicking out at the
dogs.

   One of the hounds sunk it's teeth into her leg and took a chunk of flesh
out and chewed it slowly, the other dogs as if waiting for a sign held back
until it moved closer and bit her again.  Then the other dogs moved in for
their meat as well and teeth began to rend her soft flesh.  The huntsmen
cheered as they watched the flesh being torn from her body, One of the
hounds which was greyer than the others sank it's teeth into one of her
firm young breasts and tore a large part away, finding that there wasn't as
much flesh as it expected it moved down and ripped into her rump where the
flesh was so much better.  Wendy was still alive, her body had stopped
registering pain though but all she could see were teeth and eyes and
blood, her blood as chunks of her flesh were torn from her.  She began to
envy Sarah her quick clean death.

   The dogs had managed to tear both her arms off, but as they were still
tied at the wrists this led to several dogs fighting as they dragged the
members about the pen.  Her flank had been torn open and several dogs were
getting stuck into her vital organs, the grey dog had now moved slightly
and there was a large cheer as it sunk it's teeth into her pussy fillet,
this seemed to mark the end for Wendy as she convulsed and died.  The dogs
kept eating her for some time, and by the time they finished perhaps half
of her flesh had been stripped from her body.  The smell of the roasting
leg was now tempting the huntsmen so they left Wendy to the dogs and moved
back towards Sarah.

   It was perhaps another half an hour before Sarah's leg was cooked, but
it was worth the wait, everyone agreed that it was the tastiest bit of
venison anyone had had for a long time.  While they were tucking into this,
they auctioned off the various cuts of Sarah that had been butchered and
everyone had some small memento of Sarah to take home for the freezer. 
Jamie took the contracts out of his Range Rover, and smiled as he read
them. If the girls had read them they would probably still be alive, as it
was clearly laid out in the terms and conditions that any produce caught as
part of the hunt would be shared amongst all the huntsmen and their hounds.
His twin sisters hadn't bothered to read the contracts, and now these two
young girls hadn't either.  Oh well perhaps one day someone might, in the
meantime they would have to clean up the mess and come up with a good cover
story a well.  He would think this through as he took the rump steaks down
to the Restaurant as he had promised the owner.