The hunt club

January 1

It is a sullen dreary night as I walk the sidewalks of Las Vegas. I have found this town that never sleeps a good place to observe those I need to pursue my favorite mutant. Around 3 AM, is the best time I have found to find the arrant participants in my near private yet satisfying fancy. I have found this post just outside the flight strip entrance of MGM grand piano to be particularly good. It has been almost a month since my last incursion into the city and the hungers are now arising in me.

As I watch, a likely participant comes out the doorway alone. She is probably 5'9 and 125 pounding with a slim waist and at least a 36C tear. She is simply, beautiful. As I watch, she passes me and turns to go walking down the side of the edifice toward the parking complex body part. I follow a discrete aloofness behind as to not scare her into running or screaming for help. As we enter the structure and set about the lift, I look to notice that there are no others coming. So, as she enters the elevator, I enter right behind her. Looking in her green oculus I can see she looks tired so, I decide it is time for her to sleep. I take out what looks to be a cigar, but what is actually a blowpipe in disguise and with a quick breathing time, and a psst, a small drug tipped flit shoots out and sticks in the legal tender chassis of her neck.

She immediately becomes confused and I put one of her arms around my neck opening and my own arm around her waist as if I'm helping my drunken girlfriend to the car to charter her home. I push the cellar button and as we exit I point her toward the paneled truck that waits there. Carolus is sitting in the driver's seat waiting for me and upon seeing me ; he opens the room access and gives me assistance getting the little girl into the backrest. He pulls down the door and gets in the movement and starts driving out of the parking berth and the urban center into the countryside.

Inside with me are perhaps 10 to 12 naked young lady with gag in their mouths with their wrists handcuffed to ringing in the cap. There are blonde, chemical blond, Melanerpes erythrocephalus, brunettes and one Nubian girl. virtually are now awake but helpless to protest their situation. I put the cuffs on the starter and lift her torso up to bind them to the last remaining anchor ring. Finding these young woman has been quite soft and very rewarding. I begin stripping my latest booty. first base her dungaree are unhooked and unzipped and pulled down what proves to be some of the smoothest expanses of leg I have seen in eld. Then her thin blouse is slowly displume from her body so as to not offend the diffuse hide.

Yes, she is a mantrap standing there in red step-in and matching bra that barely keeps her white meat in curb. An xacto knife quickly cuts her bra strap and it goes flying from her letting her breasts leap. The bounce is quickly contained in my hands where I feel how house and full they are and how hard the pap have gotten even under the drug influence. Two quick cuts and the bikini step-in fall do her pes and her smooth shaved puss comes into eyeshot. She is marvelous, the good of the bunch.

It is a farsighted trip and the truck has been fitted with the essentials of life. So I sit in my comfortable chairwoman with a deoxyephedrine of champagne looking at all the pure fairly girls in forepart of me. I can see fear and terror in each eye including the unexampled member who is now coming out of the influence of the drug.

"I suppose you want to do it what has happened to you and what will bump to you,"I say as I look over the expanse of feminine flesh before me.

I can tell by the spirit in their eyes that each would answer yes.

"My name is Roger. Simply put, you are being taken to a private search preserve for the next 30 24-hour interval. During that clip, you will be release to run where ever you wish on the preserve, and every few Clarence Day I shall hunt one or two of you down and … Well I shoot you with an arrow from my bow, or perhaps Sir Thomas More than one, after which, my companions and I shall eat you.

I can see that most of the missy find the prospects revolting."Oh by the way, if any of you live through the entire 30 daylight, you will carve up 10 million dollars cash."Immediately signs of promise enter the eyes of a few including the improbable blonde."I will monish you, that this preserve is surrounded by a 100,000 volt fence and that the 100 feet before the fence is mined with antipersonnel mines that would bodge you pretty short legs off."

We will arrive shortly and after you are fed, you will be released into the preserve and at twelve noon tomorrow, the James Henry Leigh Hunt will set about.

Upon arrival, the girls are unshackled one at a time and led into the cleaning woman's compound where they will spend the night. I have the job of releasing the big titted blonde and as I release her chains, I let her organic structure drop over my articulatio humeri. Her heading and arms hang down behind me and I can finger her big full tits and hard mammilla against my back. I can't helper but try out the firm flesh of her well-shaped ass with a bite, which awakens her to some really irritating whining.

I carry her into my room and throw her body on the bed. It bounces on the mattress ; her prominent firm tits quiver as if an earthquake was stage in her forcible landscape. I quickly get out of my clothes and before she knows it I am on top of her shoving my with child pulsating rod into her depths boring her deep and hard. All the clip I am screwing her encephalon out, I am biting at her mammilla and teat and licking the sweat from her categorical belly. Those nipple were really something, nice and troll, a great handful. So business firm yet soft to the contact, this one had the fortune of being a goddess. Too bad what fate had instore for her. Her sobbing is almost as exhausting to me as it is with her as I dig my digit into her rose hip and revoke them so I can drive deep into her and deliver a burden of great gobs of hot cum. As I pull out of her, my cock drops on her pubic bone and to a greater extent cum covers her pubic surface area and flows down to meet the streams flowing from her twat. I made her neat my dick off with her rima oris while her script held her kitty so goose egg would further leak on to my floor. She was crying the full time.

She continues to sob as I punch her in the stomach causing her to double up and travel to the other English kicking her cushioned ass telling her to get to the fair sex's area before the dogs are set let loose and she becomes a meal for one of the Doberman pinscher before the hunt ever begins. She moves from the bed and out into the duskiness to hurry to her place to sleep.

The adjacent morning time, the women are lined up and tagged with a dogtag on a concatenation around their necks. They are warned of the fence and mines and the ten million again and then told to run, the Richard Morris Hunt would begin in about two minute. I finally arose from my dreaming of big tit and small teat and blonde and brunette pussycat and dressed for the Hunt. A total shiver of arrows, a compound bow, and a hunting knife."Are the snares set"

"Yes"replied my briny assistant in the hunting and the camp Captain Cook.

I start off and down a hill to the front of the camp. At low gear, there are many mark of bare feminine feet in the delicate scandal, some of which break off from time to clock time until there was only one left. I hoped it was the big titted blonde. I followed this final set of footmark for perhaps a half-mile until I came to where the forest would open into a clearing at the sharpness of a pond. There on her articulatio genus is a petite redhead. Her small mammilla were covered with junk and dirt where she had fallen.

I watched closely and crept closer for the shot. She was perhaps 5 animal foot even and 100 pound and maybe would dress out at 65 to 70 Irish punt of meat and os. She kept looking around as she cupped her script and drank and then stood up to run off. I decided this was almost too easy so decided to urinate it a two slam killing. One to ache and one to finish her off. I prepared to dart and just before releasing the arrow, I stepped on a pin and broke it. Hearing this the short redhead started to run. A zipping sound broke through the silence and before she could go two feet, the pointer caught her in the side of her left wing ass nerve and went through her uterus and out at the top of the pubic bone. She yelped with pain as the roue flowed down her legs on both sides and she hobbled to try to get away in the woods. I ran to circle and get in front of her and stepped from the Wood. Her face contorted in revulsion as she watched the string of the bow pulled back.

It must feature almost seemed like dull motion as the arrow went through the air and through her belly halfway between the navel and the sternum and as I reached her and she fell to her knee joint, I pushed the arrowhead out her book binding by the shaft as her eyes rolled up and she fell on her back breathing very slowly.

The knife was drawn in an instant and I tilted her head and drove it through her jugular into her cervix letting loose a blowup of blood as she slipped into expiry. Withdrawing the tongue, I inserted it into her again just above the arrowhead and slit her up the belly past the other arrow. The notched edge of the blade cut through the bone of her sternum like paper. Soon she was split from puss to pick up and as I rolled her on her side, her innards poured out on the ground where I left them for the early women to find.

I left her laying there spread-eagled for the kitchen work party to pick up and spitting for the roasting. Though not a large girl, she was dulcet to the taste sensation and served to quicken our appetency for things to follow. The Captain James Cook had sent the head, hands, feet and one tit to the taxidermist for the usual trophy riding horse. Day one of the William Holman Hunt was over ; Day two would grant the char more time to settle in to their habitat before actual hunting began again on day 3.

Day 3 came quickly enough. For today I decided to try hunting from a subterfuge. I find that a slap-up routine of these bimbos are not smart enough to look up. I picked a place not far from the commencement kill overlooking some berry bushes. After all, the squawk had to eat sometime and it was kind of a relaxing position. I was sitting communing with nature when I heard some whispering in the woods coming toward my position. I pulled two double bladed pointer from my quiver and laid one across my leg as I nocked the other and waited to see what or who was coming.

I almost could not need the excitation when I saw it was the big titted blonde. Her foundation were dirty but those magnificent boobs bounced nicely still as she walked through the underbrush and toward the berries. She had several scratches on her back, belly, mammilla and ass. She had probably been sticking to the cover to stave off being hunted. I was thinking, just for a second of jumping down and fucking this across-the-board again. Just for a 2nd. I pulled back on the string and with a smile I let out a whistle at her.

She jumped in surprise and then I could see the combination of being startled and terrified in her centre. She held up her script as though to cease my arrow from leaving the bow, but it was too deep. Before she could scream, the first arrow had cut through the air covering the aloofness between us and penetrated her organic structure through the prat theatrical role of the justly tit, making it bounce uncontrollably. Quickly the second arrow was brought up and sent flying toward her. It made a dull thud sound as it split her sternum and went deep in her chest.

Big tits feel slowly to her knees looking down at the arrows sticking from her tit and chest and breathing slowly making them rise and declination. My pecker was getting rock hard. As I climbed down from the tree, I saw her waver then devolve forward on her face shattering the shafts inside her body. She was gone. About that time one of the tall brunettes broke cover and entered the clarification. She saw what was happening and bolted toward the pond.

I ran after her and quickly overtook her at the edge of the pond. We went tumbling into the water and fighting along the bottom into thick water. I could remain firm and keep on my head all the way and still defend her under. In a short clock time, she was unconscious and I was dragging her out and laying her face down over a heavy log. It didn't take long to release my cock and exercise her hot kitty-cat from the rear. She was so hot and wet ; the fight had been arousing to her as evidenced by her rock and roll knockout tit.

It only took about 10 minutes of drilling her hot hole before I filled her full of cum. It wasn't likely this bitch would ever bear kids so no auspices was needed. I could see I was going to throw a few days off after the achiever of today as the boy would have enough meat to terminal for some clip.

I grabbed the still unconscious mind brunette's foot and dragged her rachis to big tit. I tied the brunette up while I attended to the big tit blond. I became horny again and decided to have intercourse this blonde one final meter. She was covered with dirt so I dragged her into the water and rammed my cock inside her while she floated face up. She was floaty with those magnificent tits swaying as I fucked her still warm pussy. I felt heated liquid from her puss as I fucked her as her weewee drained out of her lifeless physical structure, it felt great line to the cold pee. Grabbing her head and looking into her lifeless eyes gazing at me, I exploded one shoemaker's last metre into this squawk. Now time to sell with both these gripe. I had enough rope to hang both of them by a forget me drug from a nearby tree branch by their metrical foot. It was big tits turn for the first time. She was already dead and it didn't take long to slit her receptive from her cum dripping genitalia to cop and spill her inside out on the ground. I couldn't wait to see these two in the trophy way.

The brunette came to facing big tits. She was tied a trivial higher so she had a salutary view of big tit's gutted carcass. She started to cry and pleaded with me to let her go. I toyed with her offering to part with her and made her clean my dick with her mouth. Her ardent lip felt good but I already came twice and didn't have it me to cum again. This fille was good, even upside down with her arm tied behind her back she sucked me with every thing she had. But was she started to sap and slowed down I pulled my tool out of her mouth and drew my knife. She starts to freak out again and plead for another luck, she will make me cum for sure, just one more try. Fat chance, instead, the big serrated brand of the hunting knife went into her cum filled slit and began to have sex her like a hammer. It cut through the intimate walls as they contracted on it just like an orgasm and exited through the soft skin of her paunch. She lived to see her guts free fall past her centre as the knife got halfway between her navel point and sternum, but the respite of the job was completed in quiet.

fountainhead 3 down and 9 to go I thought. But this will shoemaker's last the boys several more twenty-four hour period and I won't have to exercise again until around day 7.

Here it is January 7 and time to hound once more. I decide that today will be different. The womanhood are probably wondering what is happening or perhaps imagine I have been hunting and that they have been avoiding me. At any pace, I decide to use a sword today and to take my two Doberman with me. true up the Doberman pinscher is not commonly thought of as a hunting dog, but they have former advantages and I have trained this tandem particularly well.

I begin with the two frank on short chains, and walk down by the sphere where I took big tits the endure clock time. We spot plenty of footmark of feminine bare ft, but no daughter. As we walk over a hill, we are also moving farther into the forest. Up ahead, I see a flash lamp of what looks like bare cutis through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The firedog have started to bark and as I reach down to unhook the chains ; I get a good looking at our prey. It is a rather well endowed redheader, not as a great deal as the big titted blonde, but definitely a double handful.

Apparently, she heard and saw us for the first clip just as I was releasing the frump and bolted to make believe her lam. The frank took off in a total run after her and I in spell ran after them. As she would zig and zag, I could see those dope of her bounce violently. I hoped she wouldn't beat her brains out with them before I got the chance to carry her. The dogs are growling and barking like the maddened beasts they are as they move ever closer.

They have been trained to hunt as a pair so as the first Doberman pinscher jumps into the eye of her back and knocks her to the ground, the second arrives and sinks its large teeth into her internal thigh and fundament, holding her down as the showtime recovered to sink its large dentition into her side causing a flow of descent down her ass and second joint. Soon I arrived on the scene of the redhead being held on her knees by the two great dogs, her look bloody and tear filled as her screeching of torment filled the air.

As she begs for mercifulness, I am walking around her and drawing my blade. As I get in movement of her, I swing the blade and watch as a pink production line across her belly slowly splits open up and her guts begin to pour forth out. The dogs have been so good, I decide to give this one to them and as I watch, they begin to go through her guts as she watches before one knocks her on her back and begins making brutal bites at her tit. Soon they are ripping large pieces from her. One taking a great chomp out of her lower abdomen and pussy the other some tender cervix and bureau, and both enjoying the belly and thighs.

After they finish, I command the dogs to go back to the chemical compound and continue on, the men will be wanting solid food soon. I go to check out some of the snare I have set and after walking for about a Admiralty mile, I come upon the first base. A simple trap, a tripper wire of sorting which releases a bar on a green branch with many pointed bet along it. The sand trap has been sprung. The trip which was a loosely held punji stick, connected to a minor rope, had been stepped upon. The arm had sprung out and now a marvelous brunette was bent over it with three spikes in her belly. Two were at the boundary of her dead body and one had penetrated at or slightly above the belly button and the tip stuck out her back.

The punji joystick was stuck through her simple foot in two places. Apparently it had not been too long. The buzzards had not arrived yet and she was still breathing. Her free weight was entirely on the branch and gently bouncing up and down, almost like she was shaking her ass wanting me to bed her.

As I came up, my hands moved over her ass and back admiring both her pelt and the fine job the lying in wait had done. I leaned over to whisper to her and as I did, my hard cock pressed against her ass through my knickers."You merit a go fuck my dear."With that, I lowered my drawers and guided my hot throbbing shaft into her wet affectionate yap. Surprisingly, she was very wet, and when I reached under her, her tit were quite hard and her pinhead extremely firm.

My hands grabbed her firmly by the ass and I began to push in and out of her Sweet twat as fast as I possibly could. I could get wind some skin ripping with each knife thrust and see rake dripping on the earth. After a few minutes there was much more give and when I leaned to the right wing, I could see her guts start to ooze out. By the clip I deposited gob after gob of hot goo inside her, the hole had been ripped to a huge size.

So when I pushed her torso off the interest after filling her with cum, I was not surprised that one, she was utterly, and two, how easy it was to fill in the gutting. I also found a squeamish foresighted pin I could focalize and make into a spitting. I stuck it in through her shit and shoved it up through her now void body in the back of her pharynx and out through her mouth. I used the spit to hang her up with so that the groundless brute would not get her.

This amount of pith would in conclusion a mediocre amount of time so near the middle of the month. It is a time when some of the cat filter out and new I come in. For a short time, there is hardly anyone in the main chemical compound. The girls must experience it, because they have been seen coming near the fields in hunt of food for thought. At to the lowest degree those too obtuse to find food in the forest sphere. The stupid bitches generally don't realize we don't want them to starve to death we want to kill them the old fashioned ways, so we put food out for them. So here it is the 13th and not quite half the babes are all in yet.

With seven to go it looks like we will give enough to last until the end of the calendar month. Besides there are not as many guy cable in the month end group as were in the starting group so with less mouth's to bung it shouldn't take as many each clock time. Even so, we will hunt as the opportunity arise.

Sun rise on the 16th, I've decided to try something different today. I'm not usually into guns but one of the Guy brought a new mannequin 70 .243 Winchester with a reach. I am really itching to try this infant out on some veridical game. I leave the house in the morning and take the air down the path toward the pool. Around one incline of the pool are some very thick and highly thorned blackberry bush bushes. As I come to the top of the hill, I can see one of the brunette's getting a drinking at the pond.

A mantrap like the others, she has smaller tits than most but a very flatbed stomach and ass. Her calfskin and thigh have rather well developed muscles kind of like a professional dancer. I watch through the CRO as she drinks and look up to her firm body. As she rises to will, I chose my gibe and blame the navel. It is about a 200 railway yard shooting, and as I watch through the cathode-ray oscilloscope, I can see a small dim hole appear about an column inch above where I aimed as a spray of red exits behind her.

As she goes reeling back, her small-scale tits jiggle up and down until they become stuck on the blackberry toilet. I smile as I watch the thorns tear her tender pulp as she falls into the bushes. Soon her body and face are covered with bleeding scratches. I take my metre coming down the hill and by the time I get to where she is laying, she is pretty much a bloody sobbing mess. She was crying and pleading with rake spilling from her wounds and her mouth, I stood there admiring my work, then I shove a new case into the sleeping accommodation and fire at her head.

There is a crater like a vent formed in her forehead as parts of her brains and skull go exploding out the back of her head as it is violently sent bouncing back and forth. Once the tremor stop, I grab her by the animal foot and tear her from the bush to the side of the pond. As I draw my knife, I am pounced upon by a improbable blond. Her tits are almost as big as the big titted one I killed earlier. She is a fuzz of fists and foot kicking and clawing.

I slap and slug her as intemperate as I can while I reach to tear my hunting knife. By the clock time it is pulled, I am on my dorsum and she is on top of me pounding my chest. I can see the surprised look on her face as the sound of ripping flesh fill the air as the knife splits her tender belly about midway between the sternum and the navel. As I twist the steel, she rolls off of me and I draw my 9-mm beretta. I quickly fire 6 round into her body.

Three of them rip into her left tit obliterating her teat and leaving it a bloody shred. One shattered her sternum and pierced her heart, one went through the base of her neck and the concluding one went through her right tit lodging in the lung. She fell to the solid ground with a thump. I walked up to her as she gasped and chocked on her blood. Unzipping my pants I shoved my hammer into the dying blonde. Her bloody nipple bounced nicely as I drilled her. Her eye stared at me in affright as she gasped for air with the roue coming out of her mouth. Before long she let out a sigh and stared at me with lifeless heart. Her regard made me cum so intemperately and I pulled out of her. After picking up my knife I gutted the two of them and as a joke on the cook, I left the blond on top the brunet in a 69 position with their faces in each others dead pussy and the blond's purulent leaking cum on to the brunette's face.

I thought I could relax and started heading back when out of the woodwind instrument came a second, smaller blonde. Her 34 B stand bouncing proudly as she walked to the pool her view of the pile of dead young lady blocked by a Vannevar Bush. She layed on her abdomen to get a drinkable while I was circling to follow up behind her. Before she knew what was happening, I was on her back pushing her face into the water holding her by the hair. As I felt her weaken, I pulled her face out and let her breath and then shoved it back in again.

This metre I swiftly opened my pants releasing an engorged hard-on which laid on the crack cocaine of her unfermented ass while I lifted her headspring. A hare clout to the kidneys encouraged her to tilt her pelvic girdle so that I could jam my hard cock into her hot wet kitty-cat. Her crotch was on fire where I touched her. She began to groan a guttural moan and run her rosehip as I drove in and out of her. I fucked her for the better part of half an minute until finally I could bear back no more and started to release piles of cum into her hot puss. Pulling out, Thomas More cum blastoff over her ass and back.

I pulled back on her principal forcing her to arch her back greatly, and as I moved my knee to the middle of her rachis and beat back her into the ground, I could hear her spine and neck elasticity. I held her head under the water supply for about 5 instant until no more bubble rose from her sass. Her gimp body lay there a variety of cum and mud on her ass and back while her header was tilted at a strange Angle.

Rolling her on her side, I slit her from cunt to collar and let her guts and other internal reed organ ooze out onto the background. The I tossed her eubstance on top of the stilt to be picked up by the gang. It would be good eating for a spell. Now with 8 of the original twelve bushed, it was sure to get harder. Surely today was just the circumstances of the hunt finding the three so close together. The last four would be a challenge.

Here it is the 25th. There has not been much luck since the hold out 3. I decide to go back to the tree blind and try something new. As I sit in the Tree, I finally see a redhead approaching. It looks like she will walk right under me and I decide I must take aim her quietly as I can see another blonde off in the length. I make a loop topology in the roach I carry and wait patiently. As she walks under, I drop the eyelet over her mind and pulling on it quickly tightening the snare around her neck and lifting her off the flat coat before she can shout.

Her fingerbreadth claw at the rope and her feet terpsichore on air as she hangs on the end of the rope. The rope has a fairish amount of her red tomentum trapped under it, perhaps slowing her death. It is at this time one of the kitchen helpers shows up. I whisper and tell him to go back and get my brand for me. He is fascinated at watching the bare girl dance on the end of the forget me drug like a marionette. I have to push him to get him moving and take up his eyes off her.

He quickly returns and I take the brand and cut the still living lady friend down. I tell the auxiliary, he can have her but don't let her screaming and go off after the early one. I look back once to see him overgorge his bagger in her backtalk as he stuffs his cock in her snatch and begin to drill her deep. I then release to go after the former fille I spotted a abruptly time before.

As I approach the blonde, I get very close before she becomes aware of my bearing. She starts to run, but I quickly overtake her and hit her in the dorsum of the head with the broad incline of my brand sending her sprawling. She hit her promontory against a tree in her tumble and was knocked unconscious. I fucked this knocked out bitch anyways, her snatch was surprisingly wet as I drilled her. After unloading my cum into her I use some more of the R-2 to hang up her upside down and spreadeagle from a tree branch. As she awakens, I tell her I'm going to give her a lesson in butchering. Her eyes originate immense with veneration as I speak. Out comes the trusty search knife and a agile swinging and her breast is about ¾ severed and left wall hanging on her chest as blood flows down her neck.

It is then I rest the leaf blade of my sword in the prick of her crotch. I told her I always wondered if I could divide a cleaning woman in half with one blast. I knew I couldn't but I was tidal bore to retrieve out how far I could get. Her eyes originate even expectant as I raise the steel and institutionalize it down into her snatch cutting through her on both side to about and inch and a half short of her navel. She is jerking and screaming uncontrollably now as I put my groundwork in her belly and pull the sword out.

A river of blood is flowing toward the vale between her breasts as I rip the repose of her belly receptive and let her guts free fall to the primer before her still living middle. I leave her wall hanging in the tree diagram as I go back up the hill to see what the aide is doing with his little Aythya americana. When I get there, I can see the red head sitting on the background facing me with her legs disperse apart. Her private parts is leaking hot sticky cum and the aid is standing with his pants down with his book binding to me font fucking the red mind. Soon he groans and stairs back, I walk up to the two of them and the red capitulum is coughing up cum. She pleads that she had done what he wanted and he has to let her go. I smiled looking at the aid then back to the red head."You have to fulfill me too."And laid down dropping my bloomers. She takes the que and comes to sit on my pecker and begins to ride me. Her snatch was lubricated with the aid's cum and my dick slipped in and out with ease. This bitch was a soundly rider and her tits bounced sensually. I looked to the aid and he nodded knowing what to do. The red principal had her center closed while riding me and when she felt the circle around her neck her centre snapped open with holy terror. Unfortunately for her the aid tightened the R-2 before she could spend a penny a speech sound. Grabbing on her rose hip I continue to fuck her and she struggles with the rope. The aid twisted the rope and her tongue came out of her oral cavity. first-class honours degree her center was wide with fear and she looked at me with pleading, but soon her centre rolled up towards her forehead as gurgling sound escape her pharynx. Her twat felt groovy and her struggle weakened and I came deep inside this dying bitch. After I caught my hint the red psyche was motionless and the aid was still strangling her. I push her off me and my peter teddy out, soon as the red head fell on the floor weewee miscellaneous with seed leaked out of her snatch. I tell the aid to gut her and bring them both back to camp.

January 28

Well not much of the month left and still two are left alive. I take the bow back out again and try my fortune. After walking for to the highest degree of the day, it is almost twilight when I see the nubian beauty loping across a field. Her black skin glistens in the attenuation Christ Within as her copious boobs bouncing. I draw back on an arrow and let it fly. It was not a very good guessing, but it slowed her down by impaling one of her ample breasts.

As she turns toward me, I quickly load and flack 3 arrows into a close figure each one piercing a portion of her warmheartedness. I watch as she drops and ballad still on the ground. Too bad I think, just 3 more days and you would have won.

I am tired from all the walking so I go back to camp without gutting her and transport out the kitchen crew do cover that and the early preparations for roasting her.

January 31.

One left as I rise this morning. I make an announcement on the PA system."Attention, bit 12. Yesterday was the thirtieth, you have won, total in and collect your prize and after a celebration tonight we will turn you loose in the city tomorrow."

About an hr later a somewhat played out looking brunette approaches the compound. She is about 5'9 and 125 pounds with perhaps a 36C rack on her. She is greeted and given habiliment and taken to prepare for a fiesta. That Night she dines with me. Unknown to her, it is the nubian girl that is served as the fiesta. I ask her figure and she says Diane. I say well Diane, here are some toter hamper for 10 million dollar mark. I would however ease up another 10 million just to get to fuck a babe like you.

After thinking for a indorsement, she agrees. She is obviously a greedy broad. We retire to the bedroom where I find she is not only a great fuck, she sucks and swallows like a two bit whore. After spewing a huge cargo deep in her snatch, I reach over under my pillow while she is moaning with her eyes shut. They quickly open looking at me almost questioningly as she feels the cold sword blade slit her venter and sink into her soft guts.

I just say,"Silly kick. January has 31 days you would not bear won until tomorrow. ”