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 Winter in the Rockies (m/f cannibalism)

   It had been the worst winter in living memory, and the Turner family had
been snowed in for more than a month along with their close friends the
Whytes.  Here in the middle of the Canadian Rockies it was not particularly
unusual for extreme winters, but the log cabin that they were in was not
provisioned for a period that long as normally they could get out of the
valley by ski bob at some point, but this year that was not feasible, and
what is more the weather forecast was for it to get a lot worse over the
next two to three weeks.

   Hank Turner and his friend Frank Whyte had been out hunting when the
weather permitted, however they had had virtually no luck whatsoever.  Tom
Turner who was Hank's younger brother had been unable to help much as he
was recovering from a broken ankle, and had been stuck in the cabin helping
Tracey, Frank's wife and Helen and Rachel Frank's two daughters, along with
Katrina Whyte with the household chores.  Over the past few weeks he had
spent quite a bit of his time keeping his nieces entertained as they both
seemed to find him entertaining and he enjoyed being with them.

   Over the past couple of years Tom had kept joking with Helen, the elder
niece that she would make a tasty little meal for someone!  To begin with
this upset her, then she started to giggle about it but in the past few
months she had stopped asking why, she now seemed to have accepted it, and
when they joked about it she started to ask when?  Tom used to say when she
had put on a bit more weight, but in his mind he was thinking just how
tasty she looked when she was drying herself in front of the log fire after
taking a bath.  It had all been a joke really, or so Tom kept saying to
himself, however some of the dreams he had made a lie of this.

   As the weather continued to deteriorate the adults sat around the fire
one night desperately trying to work out what to do, they barely had enough
food for another couple of days, and there seemed little chance of getting
out to find any more food in the forests.  It was unbelievably tense as
they began to talk about the options, they hadn't noticed Helen creep into
the room and sit quietly down.  There was silence for a few moments and
then Hank said quietly, "well it's agreed then, we have no option" the
others nodded gravely in assent, they would have to risk going out up the
valley in the hope they could find some game, but the chance was not high,
and the risk of being stranded and not making it back were very high.  The
wives were very quiet, but then Tracey asked what she should tell their
daughters?

   Before any answer was forthcoming Helen who had obviously misunderstood
what was being discussed, stood up and said "its okay mum, I don't mind,
Uncle Tom has prepared me for this!" Tom flushed, when he realised what
Helen meant it was supposed to have been "their little secret".  The others
went quiet and sat confused as Helen continued, "I know that I haven't
filled out as much as I could have done, but there is plenty of good meat
on my legs and butt." The others looked at each other and then accusingly
at Tom who sat very quietly feeling extremely uncomfortable.

   Tracey went to Helen and hugged her, and was about to reassure her that
they wouldn't be eating her, but for some reason she kept quiet.  Katrina
looked at Hank and then back at Helen and then at Tom, then back to Frank
wondering why the thought of eating her friend's daughter didn't make her
feel ill, and in fact she felt strange feelings of anticipation.  Everyone
was quiet, and nobody seemed willing to disabuse her that she would be
eaten.  Hank turned to his brother Tom and asked him just what he had been
telling Helen.  Tom decided that honesty was the best policy as he could
always turn it into a joke.  So it was that Tom explained that over the
past couple of years he and Helen had had this secret little arrangement,
and he had explained to her that as the elder sister she was liable to be
eaten when the time was right as that was what the elder daughter was for!

   Helen chipped in that she wasn't sure about it to begin with but she got
used to the idea, and was now quite used to the idea and was quite happy
about it.  She was sorry that she was still quite small, but she would make
a nice meal for them all.  Hank asked how Tom had said she would be
prepared, and Tracey realised at that moment, that Helen could well be her
very next meal.  Helen laughed and said she quite fancied being cooked like
a Turkey, after being trussed up, but if mummy or daddy wanted to roast her
like a young deer or hog she wouldn't mind.  Katrina suggested that perhaps
she ought to be cut into joints and then roasted over a few days to make
the meat last longer, then she realised what she had said, and looked at
Helen, but was relieved to see that it hadn't upset her.

   Suddenly it seemed that everyone had decided that Helen was to become
"Hairless Goat" and the discussions as to how she should be prepared
started in earnest.  Tracey suggested that Helen ought to go and have a
bath, and then come back out.  She nodded and dashed off to the bathroom.
Once she had gone, there were discussions about the merits of butchering
and spit-roasting, Tracey did rule out Hank's idea of Cooking Helen a la
Dolcett as she didn't want to inflict too much pain on Helen.  No decision
had been made when Helen ran back into the room wearing just her birthday
suit.  She went straight to Tom and asked which bit he wanted to eat, Tom
explained that he had told her that he wanted to have first choice of her
if she was willing, Helen was nodding, and the others were laughing as Hank
asked what he wanted.

   Tom looked at her little body and gently felt her arms and shoulders,
"what a nice little roast this would make".  Then he slid his hands down
over her ribs, left hand on the back, right hands on the fore ribs, "these
would BBQ nicely as well", his hand lingered on her belly, "and this would
make a nice meal rolled and stuffed", then he turned her around and both
hands felt her butt "and these would be prime steak, fit for a king!", his
hands then slid up and down her thighs and calves "and these are so tender
too." Then he slid them up between her legs and he added "but I would quite
like a nice piece of this tender fillet here." She started giggling, "Uncle
Tom!!"

   Hank said that perhaps they ought to get it over with; he secretly
feared someone might change their mind.  So Tom picked Helen up and gave
her a hug and then walked to the kitchen carrying her.  Hank asked whether
he was up to doing it, Tom nodded and then was followed by Hank, Frank and
the two wives.  He had often dreamt about this moment, and now it had come
it actually felt quite natural.  He stroked Helen to keep her calm and then
tied her ankles together and lifting her up by them suspended her by her
feet from a hook over the sink, and with the adults watching he took a
boning knife and slit her throat.  Blood spurted out but most of it went
down the sink.  Once it slowed to a trickle he slit her wrists as well and
said they would need to let her drain out overnight.  With this done they
had a few drinks and went to bed.

   The next morning Tom went into the kitchen with Hank ready to take Helen
down to gut her, but were shocked to discover Rachel sat down at the
kitchen table drawing some pictures with crayons.  They looked at each
other in horror, wondering what effect seeing Helen would have had on
Rachel.  Hank went to her with a view to getting her out of the room, when
she looked up at him and asked "Are we having Helen for dinner daddy?", and
then before he could respond "will you be having me for Xmas Dinner?  Uncle
Tom said you might if I behaved." Hank looked at his brother in almost
disbelief!  Then shook his head and turned back to Rachel.  "I don't know
dear, would you like that?" Rachel didn't look up and continued drawing on
the paper.  "I think so." Her father smiled at Tom and then looking at
Rachel, "We'll see sweetie, we'll see".

   "Can I watch you gut her please daddy?  Like I do when you gut a deer."
Hank went over to her and gave her a hug, "Course you can dear." Then he
picked her up and sat her on a kitchen unit to let her have a better view.
Tom walked over to Helen's carcass and cut it down and laid it out on the
table and then sliced her open from sternum to pubis and started to take
out her entrails.  Hank started to sort out the edible bits from the
inedible and watched as Tom cut off Helen's head, hands and feet.  He
washed her carcass inside and out and then dried her off.  The women then
joined them, and again looked horrified when they saw Rachel looking on. 
Hank explained what Rachel had said and there was a distinct twinkle in
Katrina's eyes as she said "Oooh can we come over for Xmas this year then?"

   Tom started to cut Helen into joints, first her legs and thighs, and
then her shoulders, four racks of ribs followed, and then he cut out his
own favourite meal the nice young and intact fillet.  The ladies told the
men it was time for them to leave while they prepared the dinner, deep
fried liver as a starter followed by roast leg of longpork.  The men
returned to the main room and looked outside at the falling snow, and
wondered whether Rachel might not last until Xmas, but then they noticed
that it was looking a lot lighter in the distance, perhaps the worst was
over.  A couple of hours later with the delicious aroma of hairless goat
pervading the whole cabin they all sat down at the table and after a toast
to Helen they started eating their meal.  Tom ate his special fillet
starter whilst the others had their deep fried liver starter.  Rachel
tucked into her sister with gusto, and even went back for seconds when the
main course was served.

   Over the next few days, the weather improved but they ate all of Helen
before risking setting out on ski-bobs for replenishment, and even then it
was touch and go that they made it to the stores.  Without Helen, Hank
severely doubted that they would have had the strength to make it so Helen
had probably saved all their lives.  They should be able to last through to
the spring now and would have plenty of opportunity to make sure their
stories as to what happened to Helen matched up, not that anyone would
really worry as apparently upwards of two dozen people, mainly children had
died over the preceding months.  Tom wondered just how many of them may
have gone the same way as Helen.