Posted by by Sunday Supper on March 15, 2005 at 18:14:56:
Father had always said to stay away from the Preserve, "Nothing but wild animals out there," he would say. Yet it was one of the few parts of the forest I hadn't explored, and Daddy had been busy the last few days making something 'special' behind the house. So when my sisters weren't paying attention, I decided to slip off and take a look at the Preserve, to perhaps catch a glimpse of the beautiful animals Daddy often brought home for Sunday dinners.
It was a fair hike just to the lake that lay on the edge of the Preserve closest to our home, and that was about the closest I'd ever been. Sometimes we'd spy one of the beautiful does or handsome bucks here, but there were none here now, perhaps because it was so early, the sun having risen less than an hour before I'd left the house. With a deep sigh, I carefully made my way around the lake and found a path well worn from heavy use, the lake was rarely deserted after all. After walking quietly a while without having spotted any animals, I spied a beautiful doe resting on the ground. I tried to stay still as Daddy had shown me, but she spotted me all the same. Such a beautiful doe she was, too, a tan complexion as though having already been in the oven, and such firm, full looking limbs. She seemed startled at me at first, but rather than running as I had expected, for that was what most other animals normally did, she stood and walked slowly towards me.
I tried to back away, but she called out to me, "It's okay, are you lost?" I wasn't quite sure what to say, they often would say strange things while we were preparing them for dinner, but Mother had always said to pay them no mind… Rooted to the ground by my indecision over what to do, she approached me quickly, coming so close now I could actually smell her, and it was a most wonderful fragrance, like the scent of flowers.
Finally I managed to stammer, "I..I know where I am, I've just…never been here before, my Daddy always said…"
And then her finger was against my lips, "It's alright, you don't have to worry at all." This seemed quite odd, why shouldn't I worry? I was definitely disobeying Daddy by coming out here, but she seemed so confident, almost humanly so. Her eyes wandered over me, but it wasn't the way I had been looking at her, she wasn't appraising my meat, she was looking at something else. "That's a very pretty dress you're wearing, but it's okay to take it off, you're well inside the Preserve now."
Take off my dress? "But that's what Daddy says separates us from the animals!" I covered my mouth, realizing I'd said the last bit out loud.
Her laughter was such a melodic sound, was what I said funny to this doe? Looking at me inquisitively, she asked, "Animals? I've never heard that one, it really is okay though, and isn't that why you came here? Or did you just want to look at us?" The look she gave me with that last question reminded me of when Mother would scold us and I quickly shook my head, almost automatically. Some part of me knew that I was making a mistake, but I wanted so much to please this beautiful doe that I pulled my dress up over my head, and then, keeping my eyes on hers, slipped off my sandals and began sliding my panties down over my bum, then let them fall to the ground. For the first time in my life so far as I could recall, my bare skin, pale from being hidden away so long, was exposed to the sun. Somehow it felt…wonderful! She gathered up my dress and folded it expertly, just like my Mother did, which seemed odd, as how could she know how to do that?
I raised my hand and started to speak, but she smiled and patted me softly on the head, "Don't worry, I'll keep these safe for you, just come back when you're ready to leave." After stooping to pick up my panties and sandals, she pointed off toward the distance, "There should be some other kids your age over in the field that way." She then went back to where she'd been laying and set my clothes down in a neat pile before laying back down.
Gulping, I began slowly walking in the direction she indicated, quickly wishing I hadn't let her talk me into discarding my sandals with the rest of my clothes. As nice as the sun and slight breeze felt against my bare skin, my feet didn't care for the rough ground. I finally found the clearing and my feet were quite grateful for the cool grass and softer ground.
But that was hardly even an afterthought in my mind, as my mouth hung open for a long moment as I took in the beautiful sight. There were easily a dozen fawns here, all about the same age as I, playing with some large ball which they kept sending about. They all looked so delicious, more so in that it had been at least a month since Daddy had last brought a doe home, and I couldn't even seem to remember when he last brought a fawn home, but I surely recalled their exquisite flavour.
A fawn with the most gorgeous red hair was the first to spot me, and as she waved over at me, the others noticed me also and all started calling out to me. Timidly, I stepped slowly toward the center of the glade, only just barely noticing the huge ball they were playing with sailing straight towards me. Panicking, I put my hands in front of me to block it, and I deflected easily away from me to land on the ground.
Looking up, I saw them all laughing and the redhead walked over to me and picked the ball up, "Silly, you're supposed to keep the ball in the air." I nodded, gasping slightly as I took a better look at her, close enough to truly appreciate the firmness of the meat her beautiful skin couldn't quite hide.
It took me a while to get the hang of the game, but I played for a while before deciding that I really wanted to get my clothes back and go home. This was kind of fun, but not really worth getting in trouble with Daddy. Unfortunately, I must have gone the wrong way, as I couldn't seem to find the doe I had left my clothes with. The trees around here all looked the same, not at all like the great big ancient trees by our home. Pausing to look around, I spotted a bit of yellow in the distance, just the colour of my dress. No sooner had I started off in that direction though than I felt a prick in my bum and started feeling extremely sleepy and collapsed to the ground. I don't know how long I was unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, crouching in front of me was…Daddy!
Gasping, I realized I was still undressed and I tried to cover myself, only to find that my wrists had been tightly bound. Testing my legs, I found that my ankles were bound as well.
"Daddy! Wh-what are you doing to me? I'm not a doe!"
He let out a long sigh and then stood up, "No, not a doe yet, still a fawn, but we haven't had a fawn in the longest time and Emma deserves something special for our anniversary."
My mouth fell open. Why was Daddy talking this way? And why was he calling Mother 'Emma'? He never did that unless she was around, or talking to their relatives. "Daddy, it's me Fiona! I'm not a fawn either! I'm your daughter!" Tears were starting to streak my face and my voice had become almost a whine.
"Daughter? No, my daughter wears pretty yellow dresses, I see only a fawn, and a very tasty looking one at that." With that he stooped down and easily picked me up, slinging me limply over his shoulder as I softly cried, realizing my fate as he carried me towards our cabin. My pleading and begging got more frantic as I began to recognize the trees around us, but he only patted my bottom softly and replied that if I really were Fiona, I'd have never discarded my clothes like a wild animal. Sniffling, I wished I had never even thought to go to the Preserve, wished hateful things on the doe who persuaded me to remove my dress. By the time I recognized the great maple next to our home, and then spied the wood logs our house itself was mostly built from, no more tears could come. I had hoped what happened next would go differently, but, sure enough my sisters must have been at the window waiting, for they came bounding out now.
At least they paused when they got close enough to recognize me, but, my little sister Crystal cried out, "Oh Daddy! You brought home a fawn!"
Amber, the older of my two sisters, though still a year younger than me, brushed a hand across my thigh and added, "Mother will just love dinner tonight!" My own sisters were acting as though they didn't know me, like I really was just meat for the dinner table.
And then I realized that I was just exactly that, there really wasn't any difference now between me and any other meat that Daddy brought home. With a long sigh, I resigned myself to my fate and tried to console myself with how happy the does always seemed to be by the time they were put in the oven. But I wasn't that old yet, even Daddy said I was a fawn, what if that meant I wouldn't get to be blissfully happy as I was placed in the oven? Daddy carried me into the kitchen and set me down inside our great big sink and told to stay still while he took off his jacket. Bound as I was, I didn't have much choice, so I occupied myself with watching my sisters, who were now busy preparing a couple recipes that must be destined for filling me up.
Crystal was mashing what looked like sweet potatoes while Amber was pulling several strings of sausage from the icebox, apparently trying to find a particular one, finally asking, "Daddy, which of these is Andouille? I can't tell…"
I opened my mouth to answer her, knowing which one she wanted when Daddy pointed out the right one and then turned back to me, his jacket and flannel shirt removed, just a white undershirt covering his chest now. Really, it was such a nice feeling, being bathed by Daddy in the sink, much more gentle than Mother had ever seemed to be with the does Daddy brought home. I couldn't help smiling at the thought that perhaps at least he was treating me special. By the time he had scrubbed me all over and shaved what little hair I had grown above my sex, Amber was mostly done with whatever she was preparing, which looked to be mostly wild rice, the sausage just for flavour. There was less stuffing than mother had put in the last doe we had for dinner, but it still seemed like such an awful lot to be destined for my tiny belly. Crystal was struggling with her recipe though, having to ask where even basic things like cinnamon and ginger were, though she did figure out the nutmeg on her own after having the spice cabinet pointed out to her.
After slowly, thoroughly drying my whole body with a towel, Daddy lifted me up and shifted me over to the counter, giving me a soft pat on the side of my thigh and then going to sample Crystal's recipe. "Not bad sweetie, but it needs some vanilla. I'm sure Mommy will love it though!" The smile that lit up her face at Daddy's praise warmed my heart, poor Crystal had been struggling for approval of her cooking skills for so long. He turned now to Amber as Crystal went off in search of vanilla. Amber was sautéing something that smelled like onions in a big skillet. "Those look about right, almost cut a little too fine though. Where'd you put those sage leafs?"
In very little time, he had chopped up a small stack of fragrant sage leaves and added them and the now caramelized onion pieces to a large bowl and started mixing them by hand while Amber slowly added maple syrup. It seemed like an odd combination until he removed a large handful from the bowl and started spreading it across my belly. I immediately saw, and then felt that the bowl must have contained a large amount of butter, that he was adding the other ingredients to. As my body was slowly covered with the wonderfully scented mix, I decided that I would definitely not go to the oven unhappy, the wonderful feel of my Daddy's strong hands rubbing the flavoured butter into my body, awakening feelings I'd never even known I had. His attention to every part of me seemed so complete, and far more than needed. Instead of simply coating my whole skin, he slowly caressed it into my every pore, suffusing me with its essence. Forgetting all propriety, I let out a long moan as he paid especial attention to my feet, which I had never even imagined as sexual before, yet the way he rubbed them felt just so… And then he was massaging my legs, his hands alternating back and forth, occasionally reaching back to the bowl for more of the butter mix, but certainly coming closer and closer to my now perfectly smooth sex, which had felt even more nude since Daddy shaved me bare. Holding my breath in anticipation, I found that the hardest thing was when he paused at the top of my thighs, his thumbs excruciatingly close to the little slit between them. I don't know why he paused there, especially for so long, did he know the effect it had on me? Or was he remembering that I was his daughter?
But the moment passed and I felt true bliss as his fingers rubbed across, then in, his fingers passing between my lower lips past the first knuckle. I'd never been with any boy, for that surely would have been wrong, but I felt more than content now, this felt so deliciously sensual it must be like the real thing.
Daddy was done now and I could feel that every inch of my body from the neck down was covered. But his left hand didn't yet leave my body, softly caressing my belly, which I was grateful for as I knew what was coming, and I doubted it would be entirely as enjoyable.
He showed me the knife and waited for my slight nod before beckoning Crystal over and instructing her to…I could hardly believe it, yet no sooner had he asked her to than I felt Crystal's tiny hand entering my bare sex, the butter mix making it quite easy for her to slip the entire hand in though I felt so completely full. My eyes and mouth could not have ever been more wide as I let out a long moan, almost followed by a scream that didn't have nearly enough air behind it.
I knew it was coming, I even nodded to acknowledge it, but the reality of the knife passing through my skin and splitting my belly open was unlike any pain I had ever felt. I don't know why I didn't just pass out, or perhaps I did, because I never remembered my insides being removed, and that always took us so long when we helped.
Yet the next thing I saw was Daddy spooning the stuffing Amber had made into my tummy, filling me back up. It really did smell yummy, though the sage and maple scent my body was suffused with made it hard to pick out other scents. The pain was still there, but it seemed less intense now, or perhaps I was simply becoming numb to it. Then suddenly that wonderful sensation was back, Crystal's hand again inside my sex, only it seemed even bigger, until I realized what she was doing, stuffing me.
Daddy noticed her, and scolded her, "Crystal! Did you make sure her hymen was gone?" It was, I had lost it by mistake during a certain accident a couple years ago, but only Mother and I knew that.
"It's okay Daddy, Mommy showed me how to tell, and I didn't feel one." I blushed at the implication that seemed to have, as Mommy had explained what usually made that part of us go away, but Daddy didn't seem to make any fuss about it, reminding me that in his eyes, I really was just a fawn, meat for dinner. At least with Crystal pushing her recipe deep inside me with that skillful little hand of hers I was quite a happy fawn.
Or was until Daddy finished spooning all of Amber's stuffing into me, the pain becoming acute again as he began sewing me back up, sealing my violated tummy. The needle pricks weren't nearly as bad as the knife had been, but my skin felt so stretched, and indeed, looking down at my belly after he had finished, I looked fatter than I had ever been in my life. I felt beyond full, and yet Crystal was still working to fill me up even more with the sweet potato mix she'd made.
Then I felt my legs and arms being lifted and manipulated by Daddy, "Here, Crystal, it will be easier once I finish trussing her up." Indeed, as he brought my ankles and wrists together, posing me just like all the dinners I'd helped Mother make over the years, I realized the real purpose. Yes, I'm sure it made me look mouthwateringly scrumptious, but it left my sex feeling stretched wide enough to drive one of my uncles' automobiles through.
Sure enough, little Crystal seemed to have no trouble now pushing all the contents of her bowl into me, until I felt as bloated there as my swollen tummy felt. Daddy finished retying my limbs and now I saw the roasting pan placed next to me, signaling that the end was near indeed. Amber appeared again, taking Crystal's place near my bare and stretched to full sex. In her hands were a pair of…cassavas? I'm not sure what they were, but they had been pared down so as to look like they were made specifically to plug me up. They were still huge though, and I was glad for the butter she used to make them slide in easily as she inserted first one to fill my bum, causing me to gasp from the way it stretched me open. She then positioned the other to seal Crystal's sweet potato mix inside my sex.
Suddenly a fruit appeared in front of me, and I felt Daddy coaxing my mouth open. Obligingly, I opened up as wide as I could, after all, every other part of me was full to the point of bursting already, why not my mouth as well? Instead of the hard crispness of an apple though, what I realized it to be as my teeth cut into it was that it tasted like tangerine! What a very special dinner I realized I must be! Crystal and Amber both helped as Daddy exerted to lift me into the roasting pan, a bit more juice from the tangerine filling my mouth as I grasped it tighter in my mouth as I was set down inside it. I felt fingers probing at me, testing that the cassavas were still tightly fitted within me, adjusting my bindings, checking the stitches in my tummy, but it was all starting to feel somewhat distant, detached. I was sure I heard something, but couldn't even pick out who was talking and realized absently that I must be passing out, almost gone. I'm not quite sure what was placed all around me inside the pan, but I'm fairly sure some of them were pears. I never heard the oven door opened, didn't even feel any blast of heat, but I could certainly tell that the pan was lifted, Daddy obviously needed my sisters' help again to get me into the oven.
I certainly felt the heat as I was slid in, washing over me with greater intensity than even the warmest day I could remember. Or was it? I could barely even remember much of anything now, and couldn't even make out the heating coils, though I could see it get darker. Daddy must have closed the oven, and now it was time for me to become dinner. I'm not sure whether I actually smiled, but I felt so good when I thought of how beautiful I would look on our dinner table, which I would be gracing after just a short time in the oven…