Tribal Customs
A little different than my usual stuff, since the action isn't entirely one-on-one (or two/three-on-one as I've done sometimes) but involving a large crowd-on-one.
Squeamish should stay away. If you know my stuff you know that some hapless victim gets cooked and eaten in some way, usually after lots of sex.
EDIT 6/17/2007:
Spellchecked (let me know if it introduced strange words in places that don't make sense) and removed fixed workd wrap (yay Java; it's ugly code, but it gets the job done).
I just used a routine to strip any line breaks not immediately followed by a second line break. It's possible that you'll see two words run together without a space. Let me know if you spot an instance so I can fix it.
No content changes at all (even though I'd like to go back and darken the story up, particularly the cooking scene).
The once solid green landscape was now dotted with specks of white and yellow, amongst a few other colours, as patches of wildflowers sprouted up from the grass. The surrounding air was relatively quiet; the grass made no sound as the faint wind lightly swayed it, and the nearest trees -- with the accompanying chirping birds and rustling leaves -- were nearly one hundred yards off. The loudest noises were the local wildlife; but even that was relatively sparse here. A few rabbits, and occasionally a fox could be spotted darting in and out of sight.
It was still more noise than Ilana would have liked.
The young (relatively speaking) elven woman tried to remain perfectly still and block out all other noises -- wind and wildlife -- as well as other distractions in the hopes of detecting the telltale signs of movement again. She'd been hearing movement within the grass from all directions, yet every time she turned around there was nothing to be seen.
Ilana was finding this tiresome. It was already after midafternoon, and still she hadn't even caught a glimpse of the creatures that she was tracking. She had assumed that her tracking would lead her to a nest of kobolds or goblins, she could put an end to the menace that had been responsible for the disappearance of animals from a number of the local farms, and collected her pay before noon; here she was well past that and she still didn't even know exactly what it was she was trying to find, much less where they were nesting. She wasn't exactly concerned for her safety; she had little doubt that her skill with a bow would be more than enough against whatever she would find and the most common troublesome humanoids had little skill with ranged weapons on their own. Ilana was fairly confident that she would be able to hold off any attackers at a distance with plenty of visibility to avoid being ambushed, it was the lack of anything to shoot thus far that was making her increasingly agitated.
Realising that she would be less effective and more vulnerable in her current mood, Ilana finally took a moment to relax. After carefully checking her surroundings to be absolutely certain that there was no risk of ambush the young elven woman sat down in the grass, though she kept both her short sword and bow within easy reach. After a few seconds of trying to clear her mind, she finally reached back and pulled the metal band from her head, letting her long, silken brown hair spill more freely down her back and shoulders. Deciding that there was no real imminent danger, Ilana finally closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.
And then she heard that noise again. Close. Very close. From behind.
Within seconds Ilana's sword was drawn and her head was turned to face the exact point of origin of the sound, yet the creature -- who the elven woman had estimated could not have been more than five feet away when the sound was heard -- had once again managed to duck completely out of sight without a trace. Knowing that she had precious little time before she could be jumped by surprised, the elven huntress quickly scanned to the left and to the right. It was unfortunate that she was not looking straight ahead, or she might have noticed the two creatures grabbing at her ankles before it was too late.
Ilana didn't even stop to examine her assailants. Instinct took over, and she instantly moved her arm to swing her sword at the assailants on her legs. Unfortunately, the sudden distraction at her legs prevented her from noticing the two additional monsters suddenly rushing in at her sides. Her sword arm was pulled away well before she could hit her mark, and her grip on the blade was lost soon after when both wrists were pulled up and over her head. Ilana struggled and writhed about on the bare grass as the creatures who now very effectively pinned her down rapidly bound her ankles and wrists with rope; the crude but tight bindings were sufficient to keep her immobilized while a fifth monster stuffed a thick rag into her open mouth to gag her.
It wasn't until she was already bound and being dragged off that Ilana thought to get a look at her assailants. They were short humanoids, as expected, but beyond that she'd not seen anything like them before. They were, simply put, walking foxes: each stood about three feet tall and walking upon digitigrade legs, covered in orange fur with occasional specks of black or white in various places, all swishing large, bushy tails with white tips, and all sporting canine-like teeth. All of the present company were male; a fact rather easily discerned because they wore no clothing. Ilana couldn't understand, but they were clearly communicating to one another with excited-sounding yips and barks as they dragged their captive, by her ankles, toward the thick and rarely-explored forest to the north.
Ilana attempted to study the path that the creatures took as she was dragged, even as she struggled rather futilely in her bindings, but her attempts were frequently interrupted with the distracting sight of one of the creatures suddenly looking down at her face, grinning in a fashion that did not look even remotely benign, and yipping some incomprehensible gibberish to his companions. It also didn't help matters much that all of the creatures, save the two who were at the task of holding her ankles, were repeatedly poking and prodding her from her legs to her arms and everything in between. The little fox-things clearly had no shame, as they seemed to especially enjoy prodding Ilana's chest and even between her legs; each poke there followed by what seemed to be amused laughter. The repeated finger-jabbing and occasional outright groping soon so distracted Ilana that she barely realised when her entourage stopped and dropped her down in a small clearing, now deep within the thick, dark forest.
The encampment of these creatures was surprisingly bright, relatively speaking. While trees surrounding the area blocked all but the faintest light, the clearing provided a sufficient opening in the canopy to allow a pleasant amount of daylight through, which illuminated the crude thatch huts from which more yipping, naked fox-creatures emerged at the sight of the new captive. Several of the inhabitants rushed up to grab Ilana's legs and arms as soon as she was dumped onto the ground, which very much impaired her initial plan to kick her assailants into submission. While individually she could likely have overpowered any one of them, with three of them grabbing each limb she was rather effectively held down while more yipping fox-humanoids bounded up to inspect the new captive. Ilana attempted to turn her head from side to gauge her current predicament and managed to look just in time to see countless little arms reaching toward her before the small but strong hands grabbed her shirt in various places and started tugging.
Ilana was a bit preoccupied with squirming about futilely as her shirt was torn to pieces, leaving her bare-chested, and so she barely noticed that more of the creatures were pulling off her boots and she really only noticed that more than her chest was exposed when her pants were rather roughly yanked down her legs. Less than one minute after the crowd had gathered around her Ilana found herself stripped completely naked and examined by these increasingly menacing-looking monsters. The initial shock of being grabbed and dragged had worn off, and now the elven female felt growing concern as she took the time to study the strange things that had ripped away her clothes and now were leering, licking their lips and prodding her from head to toe.
The fox-humanoids were yipping excitedly amongst one another as if they'd rarely seen a nude elf female before, if ever. Many of them ran their hands along her pale, smooth and completely hairless skin and quite a few hands grabbed at her ample, though not necessarily voluptuous, breasts. Ilana squirmed about in discomfort when she was so shamelessly groped, but she was no match against the force that kept her pinned to the ground, and she was forced to endure the repeated proddings of her body, even on more sensitive areas. She let out a surprised shriek when one of the larger foxes leaned down to lick her left nipple but despite her feeble protests more of the creatures joined his cue, leaning in and licking her body in various places. The sound of the monsters' panting filled the elf woman's ears as she felt their hot breath blowing all over her body while their tongues mercilessly tickled her. She unsuccessfully attempted to jerk her legs back when the foxes at her ankles started licking the underside of her feet; their tongues concentrating a little more than necessary at her toes.
It was humiliating enough being stripped naked, held down and licked all over by strange, yipping, fox creatures but Ilana had taken some small comfort that they'd not yet groped her in one particular region. Unfortunately, just as soon as the comfort was realised, it was shattered when nimble fingers suddenly darted out between her legs, the tips sliding about and feeling her smooth, hairless mons. Ilana closed her eyes tightly and grimaced with discomfort and disgust and made a valiant effort to at least close her thighs together, but she wasn't able to stop the probing digits -- nor a few others that joined them -- from pushing up past her labia lips and feeling around within her sexual passage. Ilana's sudden grunts and shrieks from the sensations sent through her as a result of the prodding only seemed to excite the creatures. Her legs were pulled apart so that the probing fingers could have a better reach as the flower of her sex opened up and while the elf woman let out a sudden gasp of relief when the fingers finally withdrew completely she let out a shocked yelp when she felt another odd sensation worming up into her crotch. She lifted her head up as best she could and confirmed her worst suspicions: one of the fox creatures was kneeling between her legs and sliding his tongue up into her vagina. At once disgusted and humiliated, Ilana writhed about on the ground like a worm, helplessly pinned down by so many hands while the long canine tongue probed and explored the elven vagina. There was some small measure of relief when Ilana finally felt the tongue pulling out and the elf woman looked up to see the fox who had been tasting her standing up and licking his lips; the sound of excited yipping all around her. She dropped her head back, staring upward and imagining that it couldn't possibly get any more demeaning.
She should have seen it coming. She felt something warm and thick pushing up into her sexual passage, but it wasn't until she looked up and saw for herself that she realised that she was being taken by the largest of the males in this strange tribe.
Ilana didn't even try to struggle. The sight of what must have been the leader of this pack rather freely and happily fucking her was too shocking for her to respond. She simply stared, open-mouthed, as the large fox creature rather happily pounded his strong hips into her, driving his thick, throbbing member deep into her sexual passage with each forceful thrust. Ilana's reaction was not lost upon the other observing fox-creatures, and very quickly one of the males at her head rather forcefully turned her to face his groin and took advantage of her gaping mouth by shoving his own thick erection inside. Still in shock from the initial assault between her legs, much less the one now at her mouth, the young elven huntress lay helpless as her arms were grabbed by other males and her hands forcibly wrapped around more throbbing penises which thrust with glee. Trembling now from the overwhelming humiliation of being used so completely, Ilana didn't even try to pull her feet away even when she felt warm, thick cocks sliding against her curled toes and she was already sobbing in terror and shame as yet another of the males climbed up onto her, straddled her chest, and shoved his erection between her breasts which he squeezed together before pounding his hips fiercely.
The evening had turned into an orgy, with an unwilling elven female in the middle of a pack of sex-crazed fox creatures. Ilana's eyes were tightly closed, so she didn't see the other males who hadn't been able to get a spot crowding around her, stroking themselves, but she did feel a number of warm, thick appendages pushing up against her bare skin all over her body as she was rather violently shaken about from the thrusting into her at her groin, face and her four limbs. The fox at her mouth finished up first, and the elfwoman was 'treated' to a sudden gush of thick, salty spunk filling her mouth and shooting down her throat before she could even react. Swallowing quite a bit of it reflexively, Ilana tried coughing out the remainder that had spilled onto her tongue as soon as the spent member pulled away, but before she could even spit out a drop, another impatient cock suddenly filled her up again as one of the waiting foxes took his turn. Ilana felt something throbbing in her left hand, then warmth splattering onto her chest as another fox found release in his pleasures, and no sooner had he pulled his erection from her grip did another take its place. Thick spurts against her chin signaled a change of the guard on her chest, and the orgy continued, with each male in the crowd eventually taking a turn. By the time they were all finished and satisfied, the young elven woman was rather messily coated in fox cum, and her throat was a bit sore from swallowing so much of the spunk down.
It wasn't really until several minutes after the assaults on her hands, feet, breasts and mouth ended that Ilana realised that the largest fox who had initiated the ritual was still pounding himself at her cunny. It wasn't that he was having trouble -- quite the contrary, he seemed to be very much in control of his actions, and he knew both how to enjoy himself and how to drag out his pleasure for as long as possible. After recovering from the initial wave of revulsion and shock following the mass-orgy, Ilana looked up with horror and fear as her largest assailant finally started finishing up. He was, apparently, the picture of ecstacy. Finally letting himself give in to the pure bliss of freely fucking such tight elven pussy, his head was knocked back and his eyes were closed. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling out and he started shuddering as the pleasure building in his loins became too much to bear. Finally, he let out a deep, satisfied howl as his cock erupted within the sweet virginal cunt of the captive elf. Grabbing her hips, the apparent chieftain held himself tightly to the elf woman, holding his cock in deep as it spurted forth the first of his release. Following the first wave of pleasure, the large creature began thrusting his hips into her again, milking out all that he could from her as he let loose; thick member gushing out a surprising quantity of his spunk before he finally, finally gave out a gasp indicating the end of his orgasm. Not even pausing after the final spurt went out, the fox pulled his still firm cock free, and the crowd around the elf woman began yipping excitedly, as though cheering about something.
Ilana's heart and mind were racing. This was apparently the end of the sex-fest, but she still had no idea what would become of her. Would she be released, or was she to be held captive as some kind of toy to be used at the leisure of these lecherous monsters? Or, worse, was this some kind of impregnation ritual? Was she expected to eventually give birth to the offspring of these foul creatures? She leaned her head back and looked around at the crowd, but she saw no hint of an answer in their faces; all staring at her, a few licking their lips, most grinning and showing off teeth that suddenly looked a bit sharper than they had before. Ilana wasn't certain about what, exactly, their next intentions were, but she had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that it wasn't going to be good for her.
The next few minutes passed by in a blur. Ilana had an idea of the events that occurred and the order in which they happened, but she wasn't able to catch any details. She was lifted off of the ground by a number of the creatures, but she didn't know how long she was held up in the air before several more ran forth while carrying large buckets of water. She knew that after being lifted she was doused with water all over, and that the creatures were apparently cleaning off the messes that they had made moments before, but a splash to her face was quite disorienting and her somewhat startled mind wasn't exactly aware of how much time passed before the first splash of water against her skin and when they finally put her back down. She also realised that she wasn't on the ground anymore; there was something cold and smooth -- metal? -- beneath her this time, but she didn't know if she had been carried or if whatever she lay upon had been pushed out beneath her while she was stationary.
The metal surface against her back was cold, and it helped snap her back to her senses. Unfortunately, her increased awareness was of little help against the combined force of the various creatures who were grabbing her and forcing her body into their desired position. Her ankles were grabbed, her legs spread and lifted. Her legs were brought up and her thighs pressed against her chest while her arms were brought up and around her knees, then her wrists were securely bound together. Only when this was done did the creatures finally let go of the struggling, writhing elf woman, but in this position Ilana found that she still had no freedom of movement; her arms were tied in a place that kept her legs held rather securely in a more or less useless position. The huntress tried to lift her head, but in her bound position she could only raise it a little bit, and she couldn't look around much at all.
Even with her limited range of vision Ilana was still able to see several of the fox-creatures coming toward her -- two dragging a large burlap sack and two others carrying a large pot -- but this accomplishment wasn't of any real help. While it was true that she was able to witness them coming at her from twenty feet away, she still wasn't able to do anything about it. The sack-wielding foxes dragged their load right up to Ilana's crotch, letting her see them if she lifted her head up slightly and looked straight ahead, while the pot-carriers could be viewed if she turned her gaze toward her left. She did just that, watching with no small amount of confusion as the foxes who had brought the pot pulled forth two small brushes, dipped them into their container, and then used them to smear some kind of sticky substance over the elf's smooth skin. Whatever they were putting on her was cold and not exactly comfortable, but she didn't even have time to give a futile struggle before a sudden thrust up between her legs made her yelp firmly in surprise.
Ilana looked straight forward again, expecting to see one of the foxes violating her once more. One was, but not as she'd expected. Rather than his erect cock, the fox had shoved his hand deep into her sexual passage, and he twisted his arm about while in there, eliciting quite a bit of squirming and moaning from the bound elf woman. When he pulled his arm free, the other fox standing before her shoved his own arm in while the first dipped his hand into the burlap sack as though digging about its contents. It took Ilana a moment -- in part because the sensation of having a squirming, wiggling fox arm shoved up her pussy was a little much to bear -- but she soon realised that they were filling her up with whatever was in the bag. She couldn't quite see what it was, but that combined with the now rather large patch of the sticky mess that the other two creatures were quickly smearing onto her skin -- a substance that smelled something like honey, but there was clearly more to it than that -- filled her with a sense of dread that she could almost, but not quite, comprehend.
Ilana couldn't see it, but the contents of the bag before her crotch, the stuff that two foxes were eagerly pushing into her sexual passage, was a stuffing mix of cornbread, dried breadcrumbs and various herbs and spices. It was quality merchandise, stolen in a recent raid upon a local village, and the two creatures filling up the elf seemed very happy to grab handful after handful of the stuff and then feel the wonderful sensation of their hands sinking into her warm, wet cuntflesh as they pushed the mix deep inside.
Ilana was in a very uncomfortable situation. Not only was she now nearly completely covered in a cold, sticky mess of unknown composition and purpose, but she was feeling rather cramped inside as more and more stuffing was forced up inside of her. She squirmed futilely in an attempt to hold back each new handful, but it was no use. Looking down, she saw that the two foxes at her crotch were now looking inside of her -- spreading her sexlips open -- after each handful, as though examining their work for incompleteness. Finally, long after it felt like her vagina could hold no more of whatever had been pushed up into it (though in truth it could have handled a few more handfuls, but the fox creatures deliberately held back from overfilling her), the two at her groin stepped aside so that the brush-holders could apply whatever strange mix they'd smeared on the rest of her skin to her rump and inner thighs. The young elf woman twitched and whimpered as the brushes tickled over her sensitive sexual flesh, leaving it tingling as it passed over and coated the bare skin with the sticky honeyish fluid. Once finished, they too stepped back and Ilana's sense of almost-but-not-quite-known dread increased as the sound of happy, yipping fox creatures filled the air.
She was lifted. Or, rather, the object on which she was laying was lifted. Two at the front, two at the back, she was carried toward a large earthen structure with a heavy stone slab set in front of it. Ilana's eyes went wide with horror as the slab was pushed aside to reveal a hollowing in the structure -- and within that hollowing she could clearly see a crude rack and below it, a roaring fire.
The horrible premonition that Ilana's subconscious had suppressed was now fully realised and confirmed. She was being carried to an oven. She had been stuffed, basted, and now she was to be cooked and eaten. Terrible as it was, and loud as she cried in terror and for release, her voice was still readily drowned out by the cheerful, excited yipping of the foxes all around her as she was slowly carried up to the oven. Even her final scream as she was finally pushed inside the interior seemed to be overwhelmed with the excited din around her...and then, once the noises of the tribe were cut off when the large stone slab was pushed in place over the entrance, sealing her inside, the roar of the fire became deafening.
It wasn't dark inside the oven. It was actually rather bright; the roaring fire beneath the rack on which Ilana lay provided ample illumination within. Despite this, the elf woman took no time to admire the simple yet effective design of the structure that she lay within. Her eyes were shut tightly, both from her own horror and from the intense heat that overwhelmed her, making it difficult to breathe which helped to weaken her as she struggled uselessly in her bindings. She cried out for help to anyone who might have heard -- which wasn't really anyone at all -- for only a few minutes before she was unable to draw in enough of the lung-scorching air to say anything further, and as she tensed up to writhe about in the pan she could feel the stuffing sloshing within her. The sauce coating her once pale but now reddening skin began to caramelize; it hardened all around her and created a seal around her body that would lock moisture within.
Ilana's screaming ended soon enough, as she wasn't able to pull in enough air for it any longer, nor had she the strength to let out such a cry were she able to draw such breaths. She simply squirmed and thrashed about within the pan, losing track of time, now not knowing if she had been in the oven for hours or just a few minutes. The sound of the roaring fire beneath her became more and more muffled as her pointed ears started to crisp up and cook, and when she was able to force herself to pull in a sufficiently deep breath, she caught the strong scent of what could only be her own flesh cooking. The final touch to her humiliating end was the constant stimulation of her loins as the stuffing within expanded and sloshed about against her sensitive nether regions; her sexual juices were flowing in spite of the unspeakable agony and terror, and they served only to further moisten and expand the stuffing. Her mind rapidly faded in the heat, and she was only dimly aware of a light prodding at her left leg and her ass when one of the fox creatures briefly opened up the oven and poked the evening meal with a fork. Her final thoughts were of a large banquet; a great feast where all sorts of nobility were invited...except instead of a suckling pig being served up as the centerpiece at the table, it was her cooked up in its place. After that, all awareness faded to blackness.
The end of poor Ilana's life was certainly not the end of the evening. The fox-creatures were busily making dinner preparations of their own. A large cloth was spread out on the ground at the designated 'dining area', and many of the males who had not been completely satisfied with the pre-dinner activities were seeking and rather forcefully having their way with a tribal female who, until this time, had been out of sight first preparing the stuffing and the basting sauce, and then bringing out the dinner cloth. Periodically the stone slab covering the oven was pushed aside and the evening roast checked. The foxes marveled at Ilana's transformation; the first check revealed a deep red elven maiden within the oven, and subsequent inspections had her skin becoming gradually deeper and deeper shades of brown. Each time a fox peered in, they prodded and poked her legs or her rump with a large fork, testing the texture of the skin and meat, eventually seeing the prongs easily pushing through the skin and deeper and deeper into the flesh. That, however, was just a preliminary check. The real test would be seen readily from the elfwoman's crotch.
Ilana had been baking for many hours by now, and there had been at least five official checks with a few 'unofficial' peeks here and there throughout the process. As she had cooked, her juices had been pushed up out of her flesh and out of cracks that had developed in her cooking, drying skin, though the moisture was mostly held back by the hardened glaze over her body, keeping the meat moist and succulent. Within her vagina, her juices had leaked out in the stuffing, expanding it slowly but surely until it started to push up and outward. When the stone slab was again pushed aside, the inspecting fox saw the true sign of a cooked meal: the stuffing within her had expanded so far that it was now spilling lewdly from her stretched cunt. The inspector's excited yips were soon followed by the excited joyous cries of the tribe as several more foxes gathered to assist in pulling the roasting pan -- with roast elf in it -- from the oven.
Ilana's roasted body -- still in the pan -- was placed upon the dining cloth as the tribe gathered around her. She looked much as she had in life; she still had the same delicate, beautiful features. and yet now she was so clearly nothing more than a roast to be eaten. Her skin, once soft, smooth and pale was now crisped, golden brown and glistening from her natural cooked juices. Steam rose up from her cooked flesh, and juices pooled beneath her body in the pan as they dribbled down. The air was thick with the scent of roast elf woman, but despite the growling bellies that the aroma created, her flesh was not the first course of the feast.
As per the tribe's tradition, the village chief -- the large fox who had taken Ilana's virginity earlier -- stepped forward, armed with a large wooden spoon. He thrust the spoon into the elf woman's steaming crotch and stirred the contents within a bit before pulling out a good portion of the sexjuice-enriched stuffing and devouring it. He swallowed the first bite of the meal, pushed the spoon back into Ilana's cooked cunt, and stepped back as the next fox in the social order approached to grab up the spoon and take out a bite of stuffing for himself. The stuffing was delicious; the establishment from which it had been stolen was renown for quality goods, and Ilana's natural juices flavoring the mix made the taste exquisite -- cooked elven juices (especially female sexual juices) are a delight to any tongue, and it certainly didn't hurt to have such juices complimenting this stuffing. The process continued, and each fox in the order of their status with the tribe sampled a share of the stuffing; there was just enough for every individual to have one bite, with the chief and a few of his subordinates managing two. Despite the relatively small quantity of stuffing that each fox received, there was no real want amongst the tribe. The appetizer was finished and the main course was to begin.
The tribal chief again approached the roast and peered down between her legs. Her pussy was stretched open a bit wide from all of the digging about within it, and thick and fragrant wafts of steam rose up from it. The large fox took a moment to inhale Ilana's delicious roasted scent, then he lapped at her slightly stretched labia lips for a moment before his mouth opened up and he gently pressed his teeth against her steaming mons. His tongue pushed into her sexual passage and he tasted her cooked interior for a bit before his fangs lowly sank into the tender meat. The other tribesfoxes watched, salivating profusely, as their leader casually nibbled away the roasted elven labia lips, then took a large bite out of the meat of her crotch, taking the nub of her clit into his mouth and chewing up the juicy morsel before his tongue hooked into and slurped away more of the soft, tangy meat into his jaws.
Ilana's sexual flesh was an absolute delight to the tastebuds. Rich with the natural delicious flavor of elf and also saturated in the elf woman's sexual juices from her involuntary arousal, and the large fox who devoured Ilana's cuntflesh knew just how to properly savor a meal. Each bite was chewed slowly and thoroughly so that he could appreciate the full flavor from each section of her tender vaginal meat, and only after swallowing one mouthful of thick elf-cunt did he sink his teeth in to take another bite. It took nearly three minutes of noisy chewing, slurping and licking before the large fox finally stood -- the flesh between Ilana's legs now completely eaten, revealing her pelvic bone -- and chewed up the last of the meat in his mouth before giving a yip to the rest of the crowd, who had stood by watching eagerly with many having grown quite restless at the sight. Their wait was over: the signal was given, and the feast proper was to begin.
There were nearly two-dozen adult creatures in the tribe, and half as many children, and every single one of them -- save the chieftain, who had already eaten his portion -- ravenously descended upon the roasted elfwoman. The bindings holding her wrists were cut and her cooked legs and arms stretched out as best they could be with the muscles more or less baked into solid meat. Three sets of jaws fell upon Ilana's right arm -- two at the upper, one at the lower -- and flesh was quickly ripped away from bone even before a fourth mouth closed in around the left hand, slurping the meat from the finger bones before sucking off and deboning the flesh from the hand. Ilana's right hand was similarly assaulted, and almost as soon as the feast was started, more than eight different tribesfoxes had nearly completely reduced the elf woman's arms to gnawed bones. Ilana's legs, being larger and meatier than the arms, lasted considerably longer than her arms. Once spread, both her left and her right thighs were beset upon by four fox-creatures each. Hungry jaws quickly snapped up thick mouthfuls of meat, and when the first four on each thigh stood to chew their portion, several other foxes who had been blocked out dove in to snap up some of the remaining flesh, with the original diners returning to the thick upper leg once the second set stood to chew up their selections. The elven calves were devoured in a similar way, though for each calf only two foxes at a time were able to devour meat while other hungry creatures waited their turns. A few of the monsters favored her tender feet, and each foot had two diners happily munching away; one nibbled upon her toes and the other sucked flesh from the juicy, thick heel before both ended up bumping mouths as they playfully competed for the meat that they chewed off and sucked out of her soles; long fox tongues extending to pull away small bits of meat clinging to the delicate foot bones.
Ilana's limbs were not the only parts being rapidly reduced to bone. The roasted elven woman's entire body was juicy, succulent meat, and while the limbs were rapidly being stripped away, more eager foxes pounced at her torso. Rapid, snapping bites quickly tore away her soft, tender breast meat and then more fangs dug into her chest to rip off and devour her plentiful rib meat, quickly exposing the cage beneath. At each side of her abdomen, sharp hungry teeth bit into the soft meat, tearing away thick, juicy mouthfuls before more foxes rushed in to snap up a local delicacy: elven belly steak. The meat from Ilana's tummy was moist and tender, easily satisfying the diners who preferred that particular cut of flesh.
Ilana's neck wasn't exactly the most plentiful source of meat, but there were foxes within the tribe who were willing to forgo quantity for what they felt was the highest quality meat on the roast (after the tribal chieftain's portion, of course). Two sets of jaws quickly sank in and slurped away the juicy, tangy meat from the roasted woman's neck, assisting the other two foxes who were happily gnawing away the meat from Ilana's cheeks in separating the head from the body as a few of the diners rapidly exposed the unfortunate elf's skull.
Ilana's legs, arms and most of the front of her body had been stripped away to the bone, but there were still famished foxes who had yet to take a bite. No one need go hungry this night, however, as the elf woman's mostly eaten body was flipped over to reveal the plentiful flesh on her backside. Instantly the crowd of foxes who had still been waiting to eat pounced; her rumpcheeks were snapped up rapidly, and many of the younger foxes in the tribe were at her back, devouring the tender, thick meat there. There were quite a few mouths left to feed, but they were all of the younger ones, so the bellies required less of the delectable elf flesh to be filled, and by the time the orgy of devouring was finished, not a single fox had not tasted a good portion of Ilana's delicious meat.
Darkness fell across the sky, and the village was only illuminated by the few flickering torches scattered about, but the scant light was sufficient to show the grisly sight of Ilana's gnawed bones scattered throughout the dining area -- a few missing as some of the younger ones wanted some gnawing toys. Within the largest of the huts the large fox who had earlier dined upon delicious elven cunt flesh lay back on a bed, rubbing his full stomach with his left hand while his right held down over his crotch the head of a female who he had selected to pleasure him that evening. He moaned happily through the pleasant sensations at his cock as he silently mused over the wonderful dinner of the evening, and how the tribe might find more of those things to roast for future meals.