Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
This is a continuation of my Worlds End scenario, for full context you ought to read the other stories first.
We hadn't seen anyone in the grounds for a few months, Natalie and Joe had been the last arrivals. We had decided that we would risk trying to kill a deer to get some meat into the freezers, and so built a rudimentary hide from some old canvas tarpaulins and unused garden stakes. The day was wet and overcast, days like this the deer tended to stay in the cover of the woods.
Joe and I went out and assembled the hide near the usual deer run. The plan was that Joe would take out a shot gun and two crossbows. If possible he would use the crossbows, if that failed then the shotgun. We would collect the fallen animal with the forks on the skid steer and then move it to the rear of the house and leave it hanging.
After a few days we would butcher it, burying the innards and inedible bits over by the woods, digging a pit with the excavator, again on what we hoped would be a rainy day, our thinking was that it was somewhat less likely that people would be out and about on rainy days, and that the sound of the rain would mute the sound of the engine, so our vehicles may not be heard.
At the rear of the house, using some of the lumber that I had accumulated from my saw mill, we built a frame to hang the deer from. I would replace the forks on the skid steer with the bucket, and catch the entrails etc in the bucket, hopefully not leaving a bloody mess near the house.
We had not listened to the radio for some weeks either. There had been no news that was relevant to us. We had heard earlier in the incident that the rains had been worldwide and that crops had failed all over the world. We had hoped that the problems would be northern hemisphere only, but it seemed not. We decided that we would keep ourselves to ourselves.
We also decided that we would plant some onions and sweetcorn at the rear of the house if spring ever arrived. If that worked, the following year we would try also some potatoes, there had been quite a cache of seeds and dried tubers in one of the rooms in the Government bunker, and we decided that was worth an effort. But that was the future, it was nothing like spring yet.
Amanda had her baby, a girl and we called her Hope. I was quite busy now as a father to three baby girls and with Natalie now also pregnant, the bunker would be filling up, we needed to try and do something to supplement our food. The future of our community also needed a boy to be born. Perhaps Joe and Amanda could make that happen, I tended to be with Alice and Natalie had declared herself off duty, her words, once her belly had swelled.
I was playing with the twins and Joe was outside in the hide. I had the skid steer ready, it had taken a bit of starting, not having been used for a year, but with the help of some ether it started, I left it running at the rear of the house for an hour and then turned it off. We would only start it again if we needed to.
I stopped playing with the girls and Amanda took them away and I was watching on the CCTV, Joe and I agreed the deer wouldn't appear for about an hour after we had been outside, that was their usual habit. I wondered if we would ever see them again if we did manage to kill one. Joe said he would stay in the hide for a while after the kill, if there was one, so that the deer wouldn't see him emerge.
We had no idea if deer operated like that, we weren't hunters, we would probably move the hide for the next kill or attempted kill. Alice came in, her stomach just beginning to show. She pulled her knickers down and facing me, she sat on my lap. My dick got hard and she raised herself and fisted my dick through the hole in my underpants and then impaled herself with a gasp.
"Why?" she asked, "do I feel the need to have you shag me so much? I was never really a sexual person." She began to rock back and forth, my dick sliding within her, her fanny wet and providing little resistance.
"I don't know baby, perhaps it is my magnetism, perhaps it is all the pheromones circulating in the air, perhaps you have just simply become randy, I don't know, but, whilst I am able, I am happy to provide a service." She punched me in the shoulder.
"A service, a fucking service?" She punched me again and then laughed. On the screen the deer were grazing their way across, there could be action any moment, I just hoped they went close enough for the hide for Joe to use the crossbows. I closed my eyes for a moment as Alice pushed down hard and squeezed her fanny, clamping my dick.
She sighed and then gasped, her orgasm had arrived. Mine had not, I suspect I was too distracted, perhaps I was simply getting too old. I opened my eyes and kissed Alice and then looked at the screen, a deer was laying on the ground, twitching in its death throws. Joe had succeeded. I didn't mention it to Alice, she didn't need to see a dying animal.
Alice stood and kissed me, "I'll see to you later" she said, "I know you have work to do." She left without looking at the monitors, she knew what was happening and she had agreed that she didn't need to see. Nor, she had said, did she need to be involved in the butchery, but, if needed, she would.
I watched for another twenty minutes before Joe crawled out of the hide an approached the animal. He turned and walked back to the house. After about fifteen minutes he appeared. He had secured the bookcase and the safe door and then stripped, leaving his clothes in the gun room before showering.
"It's fucking cold out there still," he said, "I am bloody glad to be back here in the warm."
"How did it go, I didn't hear a shot."
"No, my first bolt hit it in the neck and it went straight down. Other deer started running and they were gone. The bolt went through, it will take some finding, and I am afraid that the deer bled out. I know we didn't want that, but it happened."
"No worries. In the wood mill I have some quick lime, I'll spread some over where the blood was and then spread some soil, hopefully that will kill the scent and not attach any predators, we have no idea what is out there, my guess would be feral dogs, but I don't know."
We later used the skid steer to grab the deer and take it round the back and hang it by its back legs onto the frame. I went and swapped the forks for the bucket and grabbed some quick lime. Back at the kill site I spread the lime and then went back to the hanging deer, parking so that the bucket was directly under the frame.
Joe had a large knife that he had spent days sharpening and honing, it was time to gut the carcass. I was glad it wasn't me. I love meat, but actually killing and then butchering an animal made me feel just a little squeamish I had to be honest, but Joe just got on with it, a swift cut of the knife from top to bottom.
The bucket worked well and caught all the innards and remaining blood. When Joe was happy that all that was left was meat I drove the Skid Steer away to the hole that I had already dug with the excavator. I tipped the bucket and the remains fell into the hole. I left the bucket tipped so that as much liquid could drip out.
I grabbed the open pack of lime and spread it over the guts in the hole, and then used the bucket on the skid steer to grab soil and half fill the hole, my hope was that the soil would also clean the bucket. No one wants to find their bucket full of maggots. I left the skid steer and walked to the back of the house, Joe had the carcass finished.
The plan was to leave it to hang, but we were both concerned that it would attract undesirables, carnivores and flies, so we decided that we would take it inside and prepare it and freeze it. We carried it between us into the kitchen of the house, and Joe cut it into primals, or what we thought were primals. These we put inside large plastic bags and carried down to the mud room for butchering inside the bunker.
Things were quiet for a few days, we had decided against killing anymore deer until we had tried our first venison from the freezer. If it was edible then it was worth proceeding, if not, then there was little point in killing more animals. I had started watching the cameras again, mostly to see if the noises that we had made had garnered any attention. "Joe," I called.
There were two people slowly walking from the woods, Joe joined me at the monitors.
"What do you think?" He asked.
"Looks like a male and female, and they are walking very slowly, I wonder if they are injured or in pain."
"I'll get dressed and meet them," Joe said.
"I'll stand back with the crossbows, just in case," I said.
Joe put on a pair of dungarees, I simply grabbed the two loaded crossbows that we kept in the mudroom. We went up, opened the safe door and then slid the book case open. I closed the bookcase behind us after we had gone through.
Joe opened the front door and went out, I remained behind in the shadows, one crossbow on a strap over my shoulder, the other in my hands. I watched as Joe walked out towards the two individuals. I knew that Amanda, Natalie and Alice would be watching on the monitors.
Joe stopped and I could hear that they were talking but not make out the words. Joe put his arm around the girl and helped her walk, all three coming back to the house. I stepped to one side and all three entered, Joe shutting the door behind them, me standing to one side with the crossbow at the ready.
"This is Mary and Martin," Joe said.
"Hello," I said.
"They need our help, they have only eaten berries for a few weeks and are at the end of their tether, they had planned to come into the house to get out of the weather and expected that they would lay down, go to sleep and not wake up."
"Right, well, we can't have that," I said lowering the crossbow. "Let's get them inside, showered and warm."
I went on ahead and opened the bookcase and safe door, Martin seemed able to walk the steps unaided, Joe held onto Mary, helping her down the steps. I fixed the bookcase shut and closed and locked the safe door. At the bottom Amanda had the mud room door open.
"Welcome," she said, "please come through, take your clothes off and go into the shower, you need to be decontaminated and then we can take you through to the bunker.
Neither said a word, they just followed Amanda. They took their clothes off and stood under the showers which Amanda then turned on, passing each soap and a scrunchie. Mary and Martin simply stood naked and slowly washed themselves, eventually clean skin began to show, I could only guess how many months it had been since they last washed. When they had done, Joe and I stripped and showered.
