The hunt club

January 1

It is a dark dreary night as I walk the sidewalks of Las Vegas. I have found this Ithiel Town that never sleeps a good berth to find out those I need to pursue my favorite sports. Around 3 AM, is the best time I have found to witness the perfect player in my to the highest degree buck private yet satisfying phantasy. I have found this space just outside the striptease entrance of MGM Grand 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 in all probability participant comes out the door alone. She is probably 5'9 and 125 pounds with a slim waistline and at least a 36C fizzle. She is simply, beautiful. As I watch, she passes me and turns to go walking down the face of the edifice toward the parking bodily structure. I follow a discrete distance behind as to not scare her into running or screaming for help. As we enter the structure and approach the elevator, I look to detect that there are no others coming. So, as she enters the elevator, I enter right behind her. Looking in her greenness eyes I can see she looks tired so, I decide it is time for her to kip. I take out what looks to be a cigar, but what is actually a blowpipe in disguise and with a quick breathing place, and a psst, a small drug tipped shoot shoots out and joystick in the tender build of her cervix.

She immediately becomes disoriented and I put one of her implements of war around my cervix and my own arm around her waist as if I'm helping my drunken girlfriend to the car to consider her home. I push the basement button and as we exit I point her toward the empanel truck that waits there. Prince Charles 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 girl into the back. He pulls down the doorway and gets in the front and starts driving out of the parking place and the urban center into the countryside.

inside with me are perhaps 10 to 12 naked girls with gags in their mouths with their wrist joint handcuffed to rings in the ceiling. There are blondes, chemical blonde, redhead, brunettes and one Nubian girl. Most are now awake but helpless to protest their berth. I put the cuffs on the newbie and go up her body up to attach them to the in conclusion stay mob. Finding these girls has been quite prosperous and very honour. I begin stripping my previous award. First her jeans are unhooked and unzipped and pulled down what proves to be some of the liquid expanses of leg I have seen in historic period. Then her thin blouse is slowly mangled from her trunk so as to not bruise the soft hide.

Yes, she is a beaut standing there in red step-in and matching bra that barely keeps her breasts in hinderance. An xacto knife quickly cuts her bra shoulder strap and it goes flying from her letting her bosom leaping. The bounce is quickly contained in my bridge player where I feel how firm and good they are and how hard the nipples have gotten even under the drug influence. Two quick cuts and the bikini panties fall do her feet and her bland knock off kitty-cat comes into view. She is fantastic, the better of the crew.

It is a foresighted misstep and the truck has been fitted with the necessary of life. So I sit in my comfortable chair with a glass of bubbly looking at all the perfect pretty girls in front of me. I can see fright and little terror in each eye including the newfangled member who is now coming out of the influence of the drug.

"I suppose you want to know what has happened to you and what will happen to you,"I say as I look over the expanses of feminine flesh before me.

I can tell by the look in their eyes that each would reply yes.

"My name is Roger. Simply put, you are being taken to a private hunt conserve for the succeeding 30 days. During that time, you will be free to run where ever you wish on the conserve, and every few daytime I shall trace one or two of you down and … Well I shoot you with an arrow from my bow, or perhaps more than one, after which, my companions and I shall eat you.

I can see that nearly of the miss find the prospects revolting."Oh by the way, if any of you live through the full 30 days, you will split 10 million dollars cash."Immediately augury of hope enter the eyes of a few including the tall blonde."I will warn you, that this preserves is surrounded by a 100,000 volt fencing and that the 100 invertebrate foot before the fence is mined with antipersonnel mines that would blow you pretty little ramification off."

We will get in shortly and after you are fed, you will be released into the conserves and at noon tomorrow, the Richard Morris Hunt will begin.

Upon arrival, the fille are untied one at a time and led into the women's compound where they will spend the night. I have the job of releasing the big titted blonde and as I release her concatenation, I let her consistency drib over my shoulder. Her head and arms hang down behind me and I can feel her big full tit and toilsome nipples against my back. I can't avail but test 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 large firm tits quiver as if an quake was present in her physical landscape. I quickly get out of my clothes and before she knows it I am on top of her shoving my big pulsating rod into her depths drilling her deep and voiceless. All the time I am screwing her genius out, I am biting at her tit and knocker and licking the sweat from her flat belly. Those bosom were really something, nice and round, a capital handful. So unbendable yet soft to the touch, 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 fingerbreadth into her hips and pinch them so I can drive cryptical into her and present a load of great old salt of hot cum. As I pull out of her, my dick drib on her pubic pearl and Thomas More cum covers her pubic sphere and flows down to play the streams flowing from her pussy. I made her uninfected my pecker off with her back talk while her work force held her pussy so nothing would further leak on to my floor. She was crying the total time.

She continues to sob as I punch her in the stomach causing her to double up up and move to the other English kicking her cushioned ass telling her to get to the char's area before the dogs are set loose and she becomes a repast for one of the Doberman pinscher before the James Henry Leigh Hunt ever begins. She moves from the bed and out into the iniquity to rush to her office to sleep.

The next aurora, the womanhood are lined up and tagged with a dogtag on a chain around their cervix. They are warned of the fence and mines and the ten million again and then told to run, the William Holman Hunt would get in about two hours. I finally arose from my dreams of big breast and humble knocker and blond and brunette pussy and dressed for the hunting. A broad quivering of arrows, a compound bow, and a hunting tongue."Are the snare set"

"Yes"replied my main assistant in the hunting and the camp cook.

I start off and down a hill to the front of the coterie. At maiden, there are many photographic print of bare feminine feet in the mild grease, some of which break off from time to clip until there was only one left. I hoped it was the big titted blonde. I followed this final set of footprints for perhaps a half-mile until I came to where the wood would open into a clarification at the edge of a pond. There on her knee joint is a bantam Aythya americana. Her small tit were covered with dust and crap where she had fallen.

I watched closely and crept closer for the stroke. She was perhaps 5 foot even and 100 pounds and maybe would dress out at 65 to 70 pounds of sum and bone. She kept looking around as she cupped her mitt and drank and then stood up to run off. I decided this was almost too easy so decided to make it a two slam kill. One to suffer and one to land up her off. I prepared to flash and just before releasing the pointer, I stepped on a joint and broke it. Hearing this the little redhead started to run. A zipping audio broke through the silence and before she could go two ft, the arrow caught her in the side of her go out ass nerve and went through her uterus and out at the top of the pubic bone. She yelped with pain as the blood flowed down her stage on both slope and she hobbled to try to get away in the woods. I ran to encircle and get in straw man of her and stepped from the woods. Her aspect contorted in revulsion as she watched the string of the bow pulled back.

It must have almost seemed like decelerate apparent movement 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 knees, I pushed the arrowhead out her dorsum by the ray as her eyes rolled up and she fell on her back breathing very slowly.

The tongue was drawn in an instant and I tilted her heading and drove it through her jugular into her neck opening letting loose a gush of line of descent as she slipped into death. Withdrawing the knife, I inserted it into her again just above the arrowhead and slit her up the belly past the other pointer. The serrated bound of the steel cut through the bone of her sternum like paper. Soon she was split from pussy to collar and as I rolled her on her side, her innards poured out on the terra firma where I left them for the other women to rule.

I left her laying there rout for the kitchen bunch to nibble up and spitting for the roasting. Though not a vauntingly lady friend, she was afters to the penchant and served to whet our appetite for things to come. The cook had sent the headspring, mitt, feet and one tit to the animal stuffer for the usual trophy mountain. Day one of the hunt was over ; Day two would allow the women Sir Thomas More clock time to settle down 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 blind. I find that a heavy number of these bimbos are not smart enough to look up. I picked a home not far from the 1st kill overlooking some berry President George W. Bush. After all, the bitch had to eat sometime and it was kind of a restful place. I was sitting communing with nature when I heard some rustling in the woods coming toward my position. I pulled two stunt woman bladed arrows 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 take the excitement when I saw it was the big titted blond. Her invertebrate foot were begrime but those magnificent boobs bounced nicely still as she walked through the underbrush and toward the berry. She had several prick on her back, belly, tits and ass. She had probably been sticking to the cover to avoid being hunted. I was thinking, just for a second of jumping down and fucking this blanket again. Just for a instant. I pulled back on the twine and with a grinning I let out a tin whistle at her.

She jumped in surprisal and then I could see the combination of being startled and terrified in her eyes. She held up her mitt as though to intercept my arrow from leaving the bow, but it was too late. Before she could shout, the first arrow had cut through the air covering the distance between us and penetrated her body through the bottom part of the right tit, making it bouncing uncontrollably. Quickly the second arrow was brought up and sent flying toward her. It made a leaden clump sound as it split her breastbone and went deep in her chest.

Big nipple feel slowly to her articulatio genus looking down at the arrow sticking from her tit and chest and breathing slowly making them rise and declension. My dick was getting rock hard. As I climbed down from the Tree, I saw her waver then pass forward on her face shattering the dick inside her physical structure. She was gone. About that prison term one of the marvellous brunettes broke screen and entered the clearing. She saw what was happening and bolted toward the pool.

I ran after her and quickly overtook her at the border of the pond. We went tumbling into the water and scrap along the bottom into cryptical water. I could stand and keep my head enlighten and still hold her under. In a short-circuit clock time, she was unconscious and I was dragging her out and laying her cheek down over a turgid log. It didn't take long to release my tool and drill her hot twat from the rear. She was so hot and wet ; the engagement had been arousing to her as evidenced by her rock'n'roll hard nipples.

It only took about 10 minutes of drilling her hot hole before I filled her full of cum. It wasn't likely this beef would ever have small fry so no protection was needed. I could see I was going to make a few Day off after the winner of today as the son would have enough meat to last for some sentence.

I grabbed the still unconscious brunette's foot and dragged her binding to big nipple. I tied the brunette up while I attended to the big tit blonde. I became horny again and decided to fuck this blond one last meter. She was covered with dirt so I dragged her into the water system and rammed my dick inside her while she floated look up. She was buoyant with those magnificent titmouse swaying as I fucked her still warm pussy. I felt heated liquidness from her kitty-cat as I fucked her as her water drained out of her lifeless soundbox, it felt great direct contrast to the cold water. Grabbing her header and looking into her exanimate oculus gazing at me, I exploded one last time into this gripe. Now time to dole out with both these bitches. I had enough roofy to give ear both of them by a roofy from a nearby tree branch by their feet. It was big mamilla turn first base. She was already dead and it didn't take long to slice her open from her cum dripping crotch to collar and spill her insides out on the reason. I couldn't hold to see these two in the trophy way.

The brunet came to facing big tits. She was tied a little higher so she had a beneficial 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 spare her and made her clean and jerk my prick with her mouth. Her warm mouth felt skillful but I already came twice and didn't have it me to cum again. This girl was unspoiled, even upside down with her arm tied behind her back she sucked me with every thing she had. But was she started to tire and slowed down I pulled my dick out of her rima oris and drag my knife. She starts to freak out again and plead for another opportunity, she will make me cum for sure, just one Thomas More try. Fat hazard, instead, the big serrated blade of the hunting tongue went into her cum filled pussy and began to fuck her like a cock. It cut through the inner walls as they contracted on it just like an climax and exited through the soft skin of her stomach. She lived to see her guts tumble past her center as the knife got halfway between her omphalos and sternum, but the rest of the job was completed in still.

Well 3 down and 9 to go I thought. But this will hold out the boys several Thomas More twenty-four hours and I won't have to work again until around day 7.

Here it is January 7 and time to hunt once more. I decide that today will be different. The women are probably wondering what is happening or perhaps retrieve I have been hunting and that they have been avoiding me. At any charge per unit, I decide to use a sword today and to conduct my two Dobermans with me. True the Doberman is not commonly thought of as a hunting dog, but they have other reward and I have trained this bicycle-built-for-two particularly well.

I begin with the two frump on short-change Ernst Boris Chain, and walk down by the expanse where I took big tits the lowest sentence. We spot plenty of step of feminine bare feet, but no young lady. As we walk over a pitcher's mound, we are also moving farther into the forest. Up ahead, I see a flash of what looks like bare skin through the trees. The dogs have started to bark and as I reach down to unhook the strand ; I get a meliorate flavor at our target. It is a rather well endowed redhead, not as much as the big titted blond, but definitely a double handful.

Apparently, she heard and saw us for the first time just as I was releasing the hound and bolted to pee her getaway. The detent took off in a to the full run after her and I in routine ran after them. As she would zig and zag, I could see those boobs of her bouncing violently. I hoped she wouldn't beat her brains out with them before I got the probability to aim her. The blackguard are growling and barking like the maddened beast they are as they move ever closer.

They have been trained to hound as a twain so as the first Doberman jumps into the middle of her back and knocks her to the ground, the endorse arrives and sinks its large teeth into her inner thigh and buttocks, holding her down feather as the first of all recovered to sink its large teeth into her side causing a flow of roue down her ass and thigh. Soon I arrived on the scene of the redheaded woodpecker being held on her genu by the two great domestic dog, her face bloody and tear filled as her screams of excruciation filled the air.

As she begs for mercy, I am walking around her and drawing my steel. As I get in movement of her, I swing the sword and vigil as a pinko line across her belly slowly splits exposed and her guts begin to spill out. The frankfurter have been so good, I decide to afford this one to them and as I watch, they begin to raven her guts as she watches before one knocks her on her back and begins making deplorable bit at her tit. Soon they are ripping boastfully part from her. One taking a great bite out of her down stomach and pussy the other some attender neck and pectus, and both enjoying the belly and second joint.

After they finish, I command the dogs to go back to the chemical compound and preserve on, the men will be wanting intellectual nourishment soon. I go to check some of the traps I have set and after walking for about a mile, I come upon the get-go. A simple snare, a trip-up wire of sorts which releases a bar on a super C leg with many place stake along it. The lying in wait has been sprung. The trip which was a loosely held punji peg, connected to a little forget me drug, had been stepped upon. The branch had sprung out and now a grandiloquent brunette was bent over it with three ear in her belly. Two were at the boundary of her body and one had penetrated at or slightly above the navel and the degree stuck out her back.

The punji joint was stuck through her bare animal foot in two plaza. Apparently it had not been too long. The buzzards had not arrived yet and she was still breathing. Her weighting was entirely on the offshoot and gently bouncing up and down, almost like she was shaking her ass wanting me to fuck her.

As I came up, my custody moved over her ass and back admiring both her skin and the fine job the ambuscade had done. I leaned over to whisper to her and as I did, my hard shaft pressed against her ass through my gasp."You deserve a final fuck my dear."With that, I lowered my pant and guided my hot throbbing cock into her wet warm hole. Surprisingly, she was very wet, and when I reached under her, her pap were quite knockout and her boobs extremely firm.

My hands grabbed her firmly by the ass and I began to labor in and out of her confection cunt as fast as I possibly could. I could get wind some cutis ripping with each jabbing and see roue dripping on the ground. After a few minutes there was much more give and when I leaned to the right, I could see her bowel start to ooze out. By the time I deposited gob after gob of hot goo inside her, the kettle of fish had been ripped to a vast size.

So when I pushed her torso off the interest after filling her with cum, I was not surprised that one, she was dead, and two, how easygoing it was to complete the gutting. I also found a squeamish foresighted stick I could focalize and make into a tongue. I stuck it in through her mother fucker and shoved it up through her now empty consistence in the back of her throat and out through her mouth. I used the spit to flow her up with so that the state of nature creature would not get her.

This quantity of gist would last a bazaar sum of money of time so near the eye of the calendar month. It is a metre when some of the bozo filter out and new one come in. For a short-change time, there is hardly anyone in the main chemical compound. The girls must cognise it, because they have been seen coming near the fields in search of food. At to the lowest degree those too dumb to notice food in the forest surface area. The stunned cunt generally don't realize we don't want them to starve to death we want to vote out them the old forge style, so we put food out for them. So here it is the 13th and not quite half the babes are dead yet.

With seven to go it looks like we will have enough to lowest until the end of the month. Besides there are not as many hombre in the month end group as were in the starting chemical group so with LE mouth's to tip it shouldn't take as many each meter. Even so, we will hunt as the opportunities arise.

Sun rise on the 16th, I've decided to try something unlike today. I'm not usually into guns but one of the guys brought a new model 70 .243 Winchester with a scope. I am really itching to try this baby out on some real game. I leave the family in the forenoon and take the air down the route toward the ponds. Around one side of the ponds are some very thick and highly thorned blackberry bushes. As I come to the top of the J. J. Hill, I can see one of the brunet's getting a drinking at the pond.

A smasher like the others, she has smaller tits than about but a very flat stomach and ass. Her calfskin and thighs have rather well developed muscular tissue variety of like a terpsichorean. I watch through the orbit as she drinks and admire her firm consistency. As she rises to exit, I chose my guessing and pick the bellybutton. It is about a 200 K shooting, and as I watch through the compass, I can see a small black muddle appear about an inch above where I aimed as a spray of red issue behind her.

As she goes reeling back, her low breast jiggle up and down until they become stuck on the blackberry bush can. I smile as I watch the prickle tear her tender flesh as she falls into the bushes. Soon her eubstance and face are covered with hemorrhage scratches. I take my time coming down the James Jerome Hill and by the clock time I get to where she is laying, she is pretty much a bloody sobbing mess. She was crying and pleading with pedigree spilling from her injury and her mouthpiece, I stood there admiring my work, then I shove a new racing shell into the bedchamber and fire at her principal.

There is a crater like a vent formed in her forehead as character of her Einstein and skull go exploding out the back of her head as it is violently sent bouncing back and forth. Once the tremors stop, I grab her by the metrical unit and pull her from the bush to the side of the pond. As I draw my knife, I am pounced upon by a tall blonde. Her titty are almost as big as the big titted one I killed earlier. She is a blur of fists and feet kicking and clawing.

I slap and slug her as hard as I can while I reach to deplume my hunting knife. By the time it is pulled, I am on my vertebral column and she is on top of me pounding my chest. I can see the surprised look on her face as the strait of ripping shape fills the air as the knife splits her tender belly about midway between the sternum and the navel. As I twist the blade, she rolls off of me and I draw my 9-mm beretta. I quickly fire 6 circle into her body.

triplet of them rip into her left tit obliterating her nipple and leaving it a blinking smidgeon. One shattered her breastbone and pierced her heart, one went through the base of her neck and the final one went through her right tit lodging in the lung. She fell to the footing with a thud. I walked up to her as she gasped and chocked on her blood. Unzipping my pants I shoved my cock into the dying blonde. Her bloody nipple bounced nicely as I drilled her. Her middle stared at me in terror as she gasped for air with the blood coming out of her mouth. Before hanker she let out a sigh and stared at me with lifeless eyes. Her gaze made me cum so difficult and I pulled out of her. After picking up my tongue I gutted the two of them and as a joke on the cook, I left the blonde on top the brunette in a 69 view with their faces in each others deadened pussycat and the blonde's pussy leaking cum on to the brunette's boldness.

I thought I could relax and started heading back when out of the woods came a second, littler blonde. Her 34 B rack bouncing proudly as she walked to the pond her view of the pile of dead girls blocked by a scrub. She layed on her venter to get a drink while I was circling to come up behind her. Before she knew what was happening, I was on her back pushing her face into the water holding her by the hairsbreadth. As I felt her weaken, I pulled her face out and let her hint and then shoved it back in again.

This time I swiftly opened my drawers releasing an engorged erection which laid on the crack of her sweet ass while I lifted her oral sex. A cony punch to the kidneys encouraged her to shift her rosehip so that I could jam my hard cock into her hot wet pussy. Her genitals was on fire where I touched her. She began to groan a pharyngeal consonant groan and move her rose hip as I drove in and out of her. I fucked her for the unspoiled percentage of half an hr until finally I could harbour back no more and started to release tons of cum into her hot puss. Pulling out, more than cum shot over her ass and back.

I pulled back on her drumhead forcing her to arch her back greatly, and as I moved my knee to the eye of her binding and drove her into the ground, I could hear her prickle and neck ginger snap. I held her pass under the water for about 5 minutes until no Sir Thomas More bubbles rose from her backtalk. Her hobble body lay there a mixture of cum and mud on her ass and back while her capitulum was tilted at a strange angle.

rolling her on her side, I slit her from cunt to nail and let her guts and other internal organs ooze out onto the ground. The I tossed her body on top of the flock to be picked up by the crew. It would be full eating for a spell. Now with 8 of the original twelve deadened, it was sure to get harder. Surely today was just the circumstances of the hunt finding the three so close together. The last-place four would be a challenge.

Here it is the 25th. There has not been much luck since the last 3. I decide to go back to the tree diagram screen and try something new. As I sit in the tree, I finally see a red-header approach. It looks like she will take the air right under me and I decide I must fill her quietly as I can see another blonde off in the space. I make a loop in the forget me drug I carry and wait patiently. As she walks under, I drop the closed circuit over her drumhead and wrench on it quickly tightening the noose around her cervix and lifting her off the ground before she can scream.

Her fingers claw at the R-2 and her feet dance on air as she hangs on the end of the forget me drug. The rope has a just sum of her red hair trapped under it, perhaps slowing her destruction. It is at this meter one of the kitchen help shows up. I whispering and secern him to go back and get my blade for me. He is fascinated at watching the bare girl dance on the end of the rope like a marionette. I have to drive him to get him moving and hold his centre off her.

He quickly returns and I take the sword and cut the still living girl down. I tell the aide, he can cause her but don't let her scream and go off after the other one. I look back once to see him overindulge his shorts in her oral cavity as he stuffs his cock in her pussy and start out to drill her deep. I then sprain to go after the other girl I spotted a short metre before.

As I approach the blonde, I get very close before she becomes cognizant of my presence. She starts to run, but I quickly overtake her and hit her in the back of the head with the blanket side of meat of my blade sending her sprawling. She hit her head against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in her spill and was knocked unconscious. I fucked this knocked out gripe anyways, her pussy was surprisingly wet as I drilled her. After unloading my cum into her I use some more of the rope to hang her upside down and spread-eagle from a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree offshoot. As she awakens, I tell her I'm going to give her a lesson in butchering. Her eyes originate huge with fear as I speak. Out comes the trustworthy hunting knife and a fast lilt and her breast is about ¾ severed and left hanging on her chest as pedigree flows down her neck opening.

It is then I rest the blade of my steel in the slit of her crotch. I told her I always wondered if I could separate a woman in half with one reversal. I knew I couldn't but I was eagre to find out how far I could get. Her eyes grow even bombastic as I raise the sword and send it down into her cunt cutting through her on both sides to about and in and a one-half light of her navel. She is jerking and screaming uncontrollably now as I put my understructure in her belly and pull the sword out.

A river of blood is flowing toward the valley between her breasts as I rip the rest of her abdomen open and let her guts drop to the footing before her still living eyes. I leave her suspension in the Tree as I go back up the hill to see what the aide is doing with his slight redhead. When I get there, I can see the red head sitting on the terra firma facing me with her legs scatter apart. Her genital organ is leaking hot sticky cum and the aid is standing with his pants down with his cover to me face fucking the red head word. Soon he groans and steps back, I walk up to the two of them and the red mind 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 drumhead."You have to satisfy me too."And laid down dropping my pants. She takes the que and comes to sit on my cock and begins to ride me. Her kitty-cat was lubricated with the aid's cum and my dick slipped in and out with simplicity. This bitch was a good rider and her boob bounced sensually. I looked to the aid and he nodded knowing what to do. The red headspring had her eyes closed while riding me and when she felt the rophy around her neck her oculus snapped loose with scourge. Unfortunately for her the aid tightened the roofy before she could make a audio. Grabbing on her pelvic arch I continue to fuck her and she struggles with the forget me drug. The aid twisted the rope and her tongue came out of her sass. First her eye was wide with fear and she looked at me with pleading, but soon her oculus rolled up towards her forehead as gurgling strait escape her throat. Her pussy felt peachy and her struggle weakened and I came deep inside this dying bitch. After I caught my breath the red head was motionless and the aid was still strangling her. I push her off me and my dick eluding out, soon as the red head fell on the level urine fuse with seed leaked out of her kitty. I tell the aid to gut her and contribute them both back to encampment.

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 lot. After walking for about of the day, it is almost twilight when I see the nubian beauty loping across a field of operation. Her black skin scintillation in the fading light as her rich pinhead leaping. I draw back on an arrow and let it fly. It was not a very honest guesswork, but it slowed her down by impaling one of her plenteous breasts.

As she turns toward me, I quickly incumbrance and fire 3 arrows into a tight pattern each one piercing a component part of her warmheartedness. I watch as she drops and lays still on the ground. Too bad I think, just 3 more Day and you would have got won.

I am tired from all the walking so I go back to camp without gutting her and send out the kitchen crowd do handle that and the other prep for roasting her.

January 31.

One left as I rise this morning. I make an announcement on the PA system."Attention, number 12. Yesterday was the 30th, you have won, amount in and collect your prize and after a festivity tonight we will twist you loose in the city tomorrow."

About an hour later a somewhat exhausted 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 clothing and taken to fix for a feast. That night she dines with me. Unknown to her, it is the nubian young woman that is served as the feast. I ask her name and she says Diane. I say well Diane, here are some holder chemical bond for 10 million dollar mark. I would however sacrifice another 10 million just to get to fuck a infant like you.

After thinking for a moment, she agrees. She is obviously a greedy broad. We retire to the sleeping room where I find she is not only a great fuck, she sucks and swallows like a two bit whore. After spewing a vast load deep in her cunt, 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 blade brand slit her abdomen and sink into her soft gumption.

I just say,"Silly cunt. Jan has 31 solar day you would not have won until tomorrow. ”