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Red haired trapper girl

All was quiet now. The woods seemed to on a break this morning. Only the wind rushing through the brush broke the silence. The sun was out, but because of the late fall buzzing insects were few in numbers. The air wasn't as cold as it could be though, as fall was mild this year. Silently my eyes scanned the nearby bushes first, and then turned back to the open fields to my other side. My front right paw was stuck in a man trap ever since the crack of dawn. Seemingly my time spent here was half a day, but I knew that was only perception and that my real time here wasn't more than an eighth of a day. Despite my obvious doom, my heart ran relatively calm. My paw was not injured or in any pain. For sure men acted swift upon their prey, either setting them free quickly or finishing them off in one single blow. In the wild the latter is a luxury.

Faint in the distance a man noise broke the silence. An engine, I knew. My ears honed in on the sound as slowly it grew louder. There were no human settlements within a day's walk so my conclusion was this engine carried the owner of this trap. Why else would it seem to come almost straight toward me? One single engine, old and loud, and getting louder by the moment. What I didn't hear were barks, to my relief. Once in a while trappers would instead of finishing their prey off quickly, let their hound kill them the wild way. Some find this amusing, but having one's guts torn out sure isn't fun at the receiving end. Soon the vehicle would be into view, but until then it had some bush to cover. A trail running connecting the pockets of woods was used and lead toward my location, touching the woods behind me before swirling through the open fields to the distant wooded hill. I knew the trail as it had been my means of travelling here but this was the first time a man used it in my memory. First of all the hat was visible above the bush cover, camouflage with a broad rim. Then the upper body appeared as the vehicle turned a corner and broke off toward me. Heavy camouflaged clothes concealed any details of this man, up until the vehicle, a quad motorcycle dragging a small baggage trailer, came up and stopped. Boots came down and the man stepped toward me while taking off the sunglasses 'he' wore. The move revealed a female being the source of my doom, her face riddled with freckles and her long hair as red as my fur. Her posture was chubby and her chest round and pleasing even for a fox. Young and quite attractive and her human smell more pleasant than any I had experienced before.

"Well well! Last day out in the sun for you, Foxie! Grim Reaper just arrived!" Calmly I looked up to her, looking her in the eyes. My heart was calm too and my look was not hostile. What point was there? Only a man could open my trap and if this was my end I did not want to go out crawling like an animal. I wanted her to see me as a brave little fox. The huntress kneeled up close to me placing her gloved hand close to my snout. Afraid I would bite? I declined and kept on looking her in the eyes. "My, you are brave, aren't you little one? Friendly foxes are rare!" Her glove was taken off and she touched my side. Submissively I let her do as she pleased, and then I gently rolled lifting my free front paw letting her touch my chest. "What a cute little Foxie! I would so take you in if my financial needs weren't so tight. This won't save you, but perhaps we can help each other? My needs aren't limited to money, you know?" From her pocket she retrieved a sheathed knife and let me sniff it. It had a strong fox smell to it, having been used countless times in its life. As my attention is drawn her other hand move onto the trap and released my leg. Enchanted I did not escape or even struggled as she rolled me flat onto my back. Next she unsheathed the blade and gently ran it along my chest, my belly, then on my hind leg and letting me feel its sharpness on my paw pad. Oddly this game of death was rousing me. "I use this blade only on very bad predators. So bad were they I let them feel what it means to be under the wrath of a human. It took off their pelt before they even realised what I was doing and then I made them sorry they were ever born!" Witnessing no resistance from the teasing play at my feet the female chuckled and place the blade flat on my scrotum. Its tip was resting deep into my sac, but didn't cut yet. "You'd better not move, little fox, for you might lose my treat. I will take off your pelt before the sun reached its summit and you will close your eyes after. And you will thank me for it in a very special way!"

For a few moments I was left with the blade on my balls, watching my antagonist reach for the trailer and bringing out towels. Once the towels were piled next to me the huntress began to undress partially. Everything below her waist was taken off and stored into the trailer. Soon she was back to retrieve the knife and sheath it. I was placed onto the towels and more were placed around so a more comfortable ground to walk on was created. Still she kept me on my back. Her foot was placed on my snout to smell hear sweaty toes. "Lick it! Or I shall crush your skull!" Obediently I licked her salty toes, smelling very human. It tickled her and the huntress giggled almost as to mock me. Her foot pressed briefly into my nose and then she took it off again and bent over me. "That might have been the wrong choice, Foxie. It would have been quicker and far less excruciating!" Her foot came up again and landed next to my chest, twisting the ankle toward me. A moment later her body towered right above me before she first squatted down and finally sat down on her knees. A hand moved to her underbelly and she bent over placing her muff on my snout. "Now, lick me, Foxie. Slowly!" Having figured out I understood her command from the foot lick my tongue serving her will came as no surprise. Slowly I ran it across her lips, gradually going closer to her clit. A heavy human smell caught my nose moments after a rumble was audible. Despite the gas I continued. "More is to come, Foxie. Keep at it!" Notable humps were now matching my tongue's rhythm. Due to her chubbiness her arms would gradually give way and her naked belly pressed into my fox chest. And when my tongue made its first mark her weight added to the impact of her climax. "Good fox! Keep at it!" Obeying her wish I kept on licking this big clit of her. She would hump my nose with increasing frequency not only taking use of my tongue but also of my cold nose. And through this time more than one wave of gas came on me from her gut. I didn't mind as body odours and tastes are nothing to be ashamed of.

Finally, as my mouth dried gradually, a climax was reached with a little extra. A bitter human taste conquered my mouth. Then another shot of piss, just small enough for me to process. A new phase had begun. "Good fox! This is much more pleasant than squatting down a bush. Drink it all up!" Continuously now the huntress would eject her piss in small amounts so a fox could cope with it. There was a lot of it and it was quite bitter. But serving this antagonist was not a matter of good taste. This servitude in itself was very much arousing. Her hand was playing with my thing, petting it and groping it whenever she felt like it. When finally her stream had died, position shifted backward placing my snout on her chubby stomach. Her tongue briefly licked my sheath before she addressed me again. "Cute fox! I will let you do to me as I did to you. Empty your bladder when my mouth sucks you." A moment later I can feel the vacuum pulling my foxy cock into her mouth. Obeying her will I released my bladder and she quickly drank all I had. The position of my snout allowed me to witness the arrival of my piss in her stomach. Since it had not emptied after my captivity, there was a lot for her to taste. Her suction pulled on my canine member and stiffened it. My foxy nuts soon opened up as well granting her my flavour. When it was over, she rolled to the side and laughed satisfied. "Dear Mr Fox. Your kind has a much richer flavour than my own. Which is why only your kind gets this!"

By now my foxy mind was wild and in full submission. Even as before I was submitting and allowing her touch, now I craved it and wished for nothing else. The sheathed knife was now in her hand and I knew that within moments it would be used. I did not resist her hand on my hind leg. "And now, I will skin you alive. But before I grant you this pleasure, one final pleasure you are to grant to me. For there is a deposit I need to make and I would be pleased if you would be so kind to store it." Ready for anything I whimpered and begged while she rolled back on top of me. This time she placed her anus on my snout and made her intentions clear by opening it up and revealing a stocked up rectum. Her gas blew right up my nose provoking me to a foxy kiss on her butt as it closed again. "A full day's deposit! And it all is to go in your belly, if you would be so kind." Without hesitation my tongue dove into the packed rectum and began to lick out its content. This audibly pleased her and a moment later the first nugget was being chewed up and sent into my belly. The first of many to come. Blocked by my tormentor's body I could not see the start of her other work. Slowly she picked up my left hind paw and brought up the knife. The blade dug into my foot right at the edge of my outer toe, traced alongside to paw pad and onto the centre of the heel, up the ankle and up in a straight line on my leg. So sharp was the blade that this whole track took but one brief move and was initially undetectable. The absurd situation I was now in consisted of me willingly kissing and eating out of the ass of the one who was skinning me alive. Her bitterness now dominated my taste buds and my mind craved it as much as it craved the pain of her fingers into my foot. The last meal I would ever have was the waste of my executioner. Quick and skilful separated the inside and outside of my foot within moments. Pelt, claws and foot and too pads all hung down the side of my leg while the rest of that limb was pealed like a banana. Satisfied with her work she repeated the process on my right leg mutilating it with the same speed and skill. Meanwhile chewy bits had given way to soft waste, gradually fed to me. The smell was strong and the taste most rancid and yet my skill enabled me to wolf it down as she had wished me to do. Running in and out of her rectum I made her giggle once in a while, complimenting me over my job. Her blade made her cuts on my legs converge on my anus. She pulled my pelt off my thighs and away from the anus. Any other fox would have crapped on her hands right there, but this fox kept calm under these harsh circumstances. Then she cut along my tail bone to extract the bush, handing out the most painful treatment of the whole experience. But even now my mind was fixed on the feeding anus and I did not show my distress. "Brave little fox! Too bad I can't keep you. I wonder if your cubs would have had your traits."

The last of her now travelled to my stomach and my mission now was to clean her rim and her insides until she had enough. Meanwhile my hind legs were now fully skinned and my pelt was coming off my back. When her attention swung back to my belly her hand took a firm hold of my inflated fox cock while the other wielded the knife to cut open the sheath before travelling along the side of my scrotum to link to with the open area still at my anus. Spontaneously my body climaxed when the blade travelled close to the scrotum and when she removed it, keeping it on the pelt, my exposed testicles would have shown their mechanics as their content rushed through the canals to be spouted out a moment later on her hand. "Alright, Foxie, time to wrap this up!" Her anus parted from my snout as she stood and picked me up by the hind legs. A small piece of rope was retrieved from her jacket and I was brought over to the nearest tree to be hung. Chuckling briefly the rope was wrapped on my erect fox cock instead of my legs, keeping it inflated willing or not. "Off it comes!" Strung up by the cock kept me clinging to the memory of all her previous deeds while my pelt rolled of my back, my belly, then my stomach and finally off my chest and shoulders. My own fur stung my nose making me sneeze as her hand touched my sensitive skinned torso. New cuts were made on my front paws, similar to the back legs, to separate the claws and paw pads from my body. My front legs were free of their pelt moments later and the huntress rolled down the pelt over my neck and throat, my chin, my cheeks and finally my ears were cut and taken off. One moment of total darkness went as soon as it came when my eye lids left with the pelt, rolling down my snout and off my nose and chin. At last the deed was done.

Gradually my sight became hazy and my hearing was faint. The female human was out of my sight for a brief time, and then she came back to whisper in my ears. "Cute little fox! Your pelt is mine! It's time to say goodbye to this world." My shallow breath still carried the heavy smell of her waste, so I refrained from kissing her nearby cheek. She kissed my belly instead and I craved every single one of those thousand stings I felt. My dying body became more rigid every moment as my muscles died slowly. Her blade suddenly touched my throat and off my head went!

The end