Hunting Sarah

Hunting Sarah

By Sarah

This is my personal dream, about me being the star of the story. I hope everyone likes the idea. And perhaps, if people want to, can add to the theme, by writing about others you might want to see in this type of predicament. The theme of the story is based loosely on a Club Dead movie, The Hunt. But no, I was not in the movie, much as you all would have liked me in it. ———————————————————————— ————————————– The flyer said girls between 18 and 30 needed to participate in a unique show, to apply, go to XXX laurel canyon, FL.

I eyed the address nervously, but I figured that the money would be good. Being in college can really drain a bank account, and I needed some new clothes and shoes for the upcoming semester. Being head cheerleader does require some sacrifices, especially when one has to set the in style for the coming semester.

Later that day, I pulled in to the driveway of a nice ranch house, with about a 5 acre woods behind it. I was floored by the style of the house, and the layout. I knocked at the door, and was met by an older gentleman, and welcomed inside.

“Hello. My name is Sarah, and I saw your add. I am curious what it is you are looking to do?” I asked him, figuring it might just be a hoax he had put in the paper or something.

“Well, Sarah, I am making a movie about hunting, and I need some models to help demonstrate the weapons we are selling. It is a full production, complete with outfits. We are paying the models we select for the movie $500 an hour, with bonuses available if they choose to return.” The man sure had his act together, and I really needed the money, so I decided to go for it.

“Wow, sounds awesome. So, what would I have to do? And what is the costuming?”

“Come back in to the dressing room, and I will show you.”

I got up and followed the man back to the room. Hanging from some hangers were some brown leotards, and head masks. I picked one up, and noticed it was like a deer costume.

“Oh, this looks good. So I would be the deer, and you would be hunting me, huh?”

“Yes, that is the general idea.”

I was surprised, but I was excited, and I did need the money, so I agreed. The man left me in the room, and I changed out of my shorts and tee shirt, and put on the deer costume. I noticed it had a little deer tail hanging off the back, and I giggled, thinking it would look funny. Once I was changed, the man came back into the room, and helped me to do the makeup, making my face look like a deer’s, although I knew people would know I was a girl. He also told me to put on my sneakers and socks, since we were going to be shooting out in the woods. I did so, and followed him out to his backyard.

As we entered the Yard, I noticed that there was a 12 foot high fence, topped with razor wire running off in both directions. I also noticed signs warning not to trespass. I was kind of nervous to see this, but the man explained that he didn’t want anyone to disrupt the shoot, since it would take time to redo the whole setup.

I was told that the plot was that was going to be shot first was just a simple introduction, and then I was to scamper off into the woods, and hide. Then the hunt would begin, and I would receive my pay based on the length of time it took for me to be captured. I nodded my understanding, and faced the camera.

“Hello. My name is Sarah, and I am going to be the hunted today. I hope all you hunters out there really appreciate the weapons you will see, and buy a few. Now, I better go, before the hunters arrive.” With that, I ran off into the woods, just as the man had told me to do.

I ran into the woods, and kept moving. I ducked past trees and shrubs, moving as far from the house as I could. The man had told me cameras were all over, recording my movements, so I didn’t have to worry about being missed, or caught outside of view of a camera.

The man, meanwhile, was back in the house, loading his weapon of choice, a dart gun, with sleeping darts. He knew something the little deer girl didn’t. He wasn’t just a gun seller, he was a cannibal. As he left the house, he grinned to himself.

I had grown tired of running, so I stopped to rest, behind a thick pine tree. I sat there for a little time, and then I felt like I was being watched, so I got up and turned to move again. Suddenly, I felt a prick in my butt, then darkness.

The hunter smiled to himself. He had just shot the deer girl in the ass, and she had crumpled to the ground, a heap of sleeping girl flesh. Reaching down, he picked the girl up, and hoisted her over his shoulder, for the trek back to the house.

When he arrived, he fixed some ropes to the deer girl’s ankles, and hoisted her slumbering body off the ground, allowing her to dangle there upside down. He left her there, hanging like that, for over 2 hours, allowing the sleeping agent to wear off, while he prepared for the next step.

I awoke, and took a moment to get my bearing. I was hanging by my ankles from a tree, back at the house. The man was standing a few feet from me, filming me. Behind him, I noticed a glow, like a fire, but I couldn’t place it. I figured that this was a second part of the commercial, so, like a good deer, I didn’t speak at first.

The man came forward once he saw I was awake, and said, “Now, once you have captured your deer, it is time to skin it. For this, I would recommend a good sharp hunting knife.” The man reached out, and using his knife, cut my deer outfit from my body. I started to shout a protest, but the man ignored me.

“Sometimes it is necessary to gag the deer, but this can cause the deer to realize her predicament. But I prefer to just being prepping the deer once it is awake, and able to talk a little. Also, the deer’s head is usually in a good position, for other activates.” So saying, the man put down the camera, and unzipped his pants, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I tried to prevent him from doing so, but he pinched my nipple, and as I opened my mouth, his cock entered. I reluctantly sucked on it, while the man rubbed my pussy, making me wet. Soon, the man fired off his load, and returned to the camera.

“After you have your fun with your deer, it is time to prep it for cooking. Again, a good sharp knife is helpful in making the task go faster.” After he said this, he approached me, and petted my head. As I was about to ask when the filming was to be over, he reached across my throat, and slit my neck wide. My eyes bulged, as the blood quickly started to drain out of me. I tried to save myself, but I couldn’t, and I drifted off into oblivion.

The man watched his deer girl shutter, then she hung limp. “It is sometimes too easy” he mused to himself. After checking to see she was dead, he used his knife to slice open her belly, removing all her organs, and then he sewed her closed. Now that he had the ability to stuff the girl completely, he opened her pussy lips, and started shoveling in bread stuffing. Seeing she was full, he used some more twine, and sewed her closed.

Next, he lowered her body to the ground, and then he picked up a metal spit, and slid it thru her body from her pussy to her mouth. Grinning to himself, he picked up the spitted girl, and placed her over the coals, binding her ankles to the spit, and her wrists behind her back. Using a paint brush, he basted the girl’s body with some barbeque sauce, and let her rotate over the coals. When she was done cooking, the man stopped the video, and moved the girl to a table, where she was carved up, and served. The man smiled to himself.

“Yes, sometimes it is too easy.”