The Hunt

January 1

It is a dark dreary night as I walk the sidewalk of Las Vegas. I have found this town that never sleeps a good station to obtain those I need to pursue my favored sports. Around 3 AM, is the considerably time I have found to find the hone player in my most private yet satisfying fantasy. I have found this situation just outside the Strip entry of MGM M to be particularly upright. It has been almost a month since my last incursion into the city and the thirst are now arising in me.

As I watch, a likely participant comes out the room access alone. She is probably 5'9 and 125 dog pound with a slim shank 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 building toward the parking social structure. I follow a discrete aloofness behind as to not frighten off her into running or screaming for help. As we enter the structure and draw close the elevator, I look to notice that there are no others coming. So, as she enters the lift, I enter right behind her. Looking in her green eyes I can see she looks tired so, I decide it is fourth dimension for her to slumber. 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 minor drug tipped dart shoots out and spliff in the cutter frame of her neck.

She immediately becomes disorientate and I put one of her limb around my neck and my own arm around her waist as if I'm helping my drunken girlfriend to the car to take aim her home. I push the cellar button and as we exit I point her toward the panel truck that waits there. Charles is sitting in the number one wood's arse waiting for me and upon seeing me ; he opens the door and gives me assistance getting the girl into the back. He pulls down the room access and gets in the presence and starts driving out of the parking blank space and the city into the countryside.

Inside with me are perhaps 10 to 12 naked girls with gag in their mouths with their wrists handcuffed to ringing in the cap. There are blondes, chemical blondes, redheaded woodpecker, brunet and one Nubian girl. Most are now awake but helpless to dissent their situation. I put the manacle on the fledgling and vacate her torso up to attach them to the last remaining annulus. Finding these girl has been quite easy and very rewarding. I begin stripping my in style prize. First her jeans are unhooked and unzipped and pulled down what proves to be some of the unruffled expanses of leg I have seen in eld. Then her thin blouse is slowly tear from her torso so as to not bruise the mild skin.

Yes, she is a beauty standing there in red pantie and matching bra that barely keeps her breasts in check. An xacto knife quickly cuts her bra shoulder strap and it goes flying from her letting her breasts bound. The saltation is quickly contained in my hand where I feel how firm and entire they are and how concentrated the nipples have gotten even under the drug influence. Two quick cold shoulder and the bikini scanty fall do her foot and her smooth shave snatch comes into view. She is fantastic, the just of the lot.

It is a long trip and the truck has been fitted with the essentials of lifetime. So I sit in my comfortable chairman with a glass of champagne looking at all the double-dyed pretty girls in front of me. I can see concern and terror in each eye including the newest member who is now coming out of the influence of the drug.

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

I can tell by the look in their optic that each would answer yes.

"My name is Roger. Simply put, you are being taken to a private hunting preserve for the following 30 days. During that time, you will be complimentary to run where ever you wish on the preserve, and every few days I shall hunt one or two of you down and … Well I shoot you with an pointer from my bow, or perhaps to a greater extent than one, after which, my companions and I shall eat you.

I can see that most of the girls find the prospects revolting."Oh by the way, if any of you live through the good 30 day, you will rive 10 million dollars cash."Immediately signaling of hope enter the eyes of a few including the tall blonde."I will monish you, that this preserve is surrounded by a 100,000 volt fencing and that the 100 feet before the fence is mined with antipersonnel mines that would blow you pretty picayune legs off."

We will come shortly and after you are fed, you will be released into the preserve and at noon tomorrow, the hunt will begin.

Upon arrival, the girls are unshackled one at a time and led into the women's compound where they will drop the dark. I have the job of releasing the big titted blond and as I release her Chain, I let her dead body drop over my shoulder joint. Her foreland and arms hang down behind me and I can palpate her big wide titmouse and hard pap against my back. I can't service but try the firm flesh of her well-shaped ass with a sharpness, which awakens her to some really plaguey whining.

I carry her into my room and confuse her body on the bed. It bounces on the mattress ; her expectant firm tits quiver as if an temblor was portray in her physical landscape. I quickly get out of my wearing apparel and before she knows it I am on top of her shoving my tumid pulsating rod into her astuteness drilling her inscrutable and heavily. All the fourth dimension I am screwing her mental capacity out, I am biting at her nipples and nipple and licking the exertion from her flat belly. Those tit were really something, nice and daily round, a majuscule fistful. So firm yet balmy 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 fingers into her hips and revoke them so I can aim deep into her and deliver a load of great gobs of hot cum. As I pull out of her, my stopcock bead on her pubic bone and to a greater extent cum covers her pubic area and flows down to meet the streams flowing from her snatch. I made her blank my dick off with her back talk while her script held her pussy so nothing would further leak on to my floor. She was crying the entire time.

She continues to sob as I punch her in the stomach causing her to double up and locomote to the former side kicking her cushioned ass telling her to get to the women's domain before the dogs are set loose and she becomes a repast for one of the Dobermans before the hunt ever begins. She moves from the bed and out into the darkness to induce to her station to slumber.

The next forenoon, the womanhood are lined up and tagged with a dogtag on a chain around their necks. They are warned of the fence and mines and the ten million again and then told to run, the hunt would begin in about two minute. I finally arose from my dreaming of big nipple and lowly knocker and blonde and brunette puss and dressed for the Holman Hunt. A full shudder of arrows, a compound bow, and a trace knife."Are the snares set"

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

I start off and down a pitcher's mound to the front of the camp. At first, there are many print of bare feminine feet in the indulgent shit, some of which break off from fourth dimension to time until there was only one left. I hoped it was the big titted blonde. I followed this final set of footprint for perhaps a half-mile until I came to where the forest would unfold into a clearing at the sharpness of a pond. There on her stifle is a diminutive Melanerpes erythrocephalus. Her small mammilla were covered with dust and dirt where she had fallen.

I watched closely and fawn closer for the scene. She was perhaps 5 groundwork even and 100 quid and maybe would dress out at 65 to 70 pounds of substance and bone. She kept looking around as she cupped her hand and drank and then stood up to run off. I decided this was almost too easy so decided to make it a two shot killing. One to hurt and one to finish her off. I prepared to shoot and just before releasing the arrow, I stepped on a stick and broke it. Hearing this the small redhead started to run. A zipping sound broke through the secrecy and before she could go two feet, the arrow caught her in the side of meat of her pull up stakes ass cheek and went through her uterus and out at the top of the pubic bone. She yelped with pain sensation as the rip flowed down her wooden leg on both English and she hobbled to try to get away in the Sir Henry Wood. I ran to circle and get in front of her and stepped from the woods. Her grimace contorted in repulsion as she watched the string of the bow pulled back.

It must stimulate almost seemed like slow motion as the pointer 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 back by the shaft 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 head and drove it through her jugular into her cervix letting loose a blowup of blood 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 early arrow. The serrated edge of the brand cut through the bone of her sternum like newspaper. Soon she was split from slit to collar and as I rolled her on her side, her entrails poured out on the footing where I left them for the early woman to determine.

I left her laying there spread-eagled for the kitchen crew to pick up and spit for the roasting. Though not a large missy, she was sweet-smelling to the gustatory perception and served to quicken our appetency for things to derive. The James Cook had sent the brain, workforce, feet and one tit to the animal stuffer for the usual trophy backing. Day one of the search was over ; Day two would allow the women Thomas More time to settle in to their habitat before genuine 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 great number of these bimbos are not smart enough to front up. I picked a place not far from the first kill overlooking some Charles Edward Berry bushes. After all, the bitches had to eat sometime and it was kind of a relaxing place. I was sitting communing with nature when I heard some rustle in the woods coming toward my attitude. I pulled two double bladed pointer from my shaking 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 upheaval when I saw it was the big titted blond. Her substructure were dirty but those magnificent boobs bounced nicely still as she walked through the underbrush and toward the Charles Edward Berry. She had several scratches on her back, belly, nipple and ass. She had probably been sticking to the cover to avoid being hunted. I was thinking, just for a mo of jumping down and fucking this broad again. Just for a bit. I pulled back on the bowed stringed instrument and with a smile I let out a tin whistle at her.

She jumped in surprise and then I could see the combination of being startled and terrified in her eyes. She held up her handwriting as though to end my arrow from leaving the bow, but it was too late. Before she could scream, the first arrow had cut through the air covering the distance between us and penetrated her consistency through the rear percentage of the right on tit, making it bounce uncontrollably. Quickly the second pointer was brought up and sent flying toward her. It made a boring thumping sound as it split her sternum and went deep in her chest.

Big breast feel slowly to her articulatio genus looking down at the arrow sticking from her tit and chest and breathing slowly making them rise and fall. My stopcock was getting rock hard. As I climbed down from the tree, I saw her waver then fall forward on her face shattering the shaft of light inside her consistency. She was gone. About that time one of the tall brunettes broke cover and entered the clearing. She saw what was happening and bolted toward the pond.

I ran after her and quickly sweep over her at the edge of the pond. We went tumbling into the piddle and fighting along the bottom into deeper pee. I could remain firm and preserve my head unclouded and still hold her under. In a suddenly time, she was unconscious and I was dragging her out and laying her face down over a large log. It didn't take long to eject my cock and drill her hot pussy from the fundament. She was so hot and wet ; the fight had been arousing to her as evidenced by her Rock hard tit.

It only took about 10 minutes of drilling her hot fix before I filled her full of cum. It wasn't likely this gripe would ever have kids so no trade protection was needed. I could see I was going to hold a few 24-hour interval off after the winner of today as the boy would have enough meat to survive for some time.

I grabbed the still unconscious mind brunette's foot and dragged her back to big tits. I tied the brunette up while I attended to the big tit blonde. I became horny again and decided to screw this blonde one last meter. She was covered with grunge so I dragged her into the pee and rammed my pecker inside her while she floated face up. She was floaty with those brilliant nipple swaying as I fucked her still warm pussycat. I felt heated liquid from her pussy as I fucked her as her urine drained out of her lifeless body, it felt gravid contrast to the frigidity piddle. Grabbing her top dog and looking into her lifeless centre gazing at me, I exploded one last clock time into this bitch. Now clip to deal with both these bitches. I had enough rope to flow both of them by a R-2 from a nearby Tree branch by their invertebrate foot. It was big mamilla turn first. She was already dead and it didn't take long to slit her give from her cum dripping private parts to collar and spill her interior out on the terra firma. I couldn't wait to see these two in the prize room.

The brunette came to facing big knocker. She was tied a slight high so she had a good view of big tit's gutted carcase. She started to cry and pleaded with me to let her go. I toyed with her offering to save her and made her scavenge my dick with her oral cavity. Her warm mouth felt good but I already came twice and didn't have it me to cum again. This fille was dear, even upside down with her arm tied behind her back she sucked me with every thing she had. But was she started to weary and slowed down I pulled my shaft out of her lip and drew my knife. She starts to freak out again and plead for another prospect, she will make me cum for certain, just one more try. Fat fortune, instead, the big serrated blade of the hunting knife went into her cum filled pussy and began to jazz her like a tool. It cut through the inside walls as they contracted on it just like an climax and exited through the soft skin of her belly. She lived to see her guts crepuscle past her oculus as the knife got halfway between her navel point and sternum, but the rest of the job was completed in lull.

fountainhead 3 down and 9 to go I thought. But this will go the son various more mean solar day and I won't have to go again until around day 7.

Here it is Jan 7 and time to hunt once more. I decide that today will be unlike. The cleaning woman are probably wondering what is happening or perhaps cerebrate I have been hunting and that they have been avoiding me. At any rate, I decide to use a sword today and to direct my two Doberman pinscher with me. true up the Doberman pinscher is not commonly thought of as a hunt dog, but they have other vantage and I have trained this tandem particularly well.

I begin with the two hot dog on shortsighted chains, and walk down by the sphere where I took big boob the last time. We spot plenitude of step of feminine bare understructure, but no girls. As we walk over a hill, we are also moving farther into the woods. Up ahead, I see a flash bulb of what looks like bare peel through the tree. The weenie have started to bark and as I reach down to unhook the chain ; I get a better flavour at our fair game. It is a rather well endowed redhead, not as much as the big titted blonde, but definitely a double smattering.

Apparently, she heard and saw us for the offset time just as I was releasing the blackguard and bolted to urinate her lam. The frankfurter took off in a full run after her and I in good turn ran after them. As she would zig and zag, I could see those boobs of her bounce violently. I hoped she wouldn't beat her brains out with them before I got the chance to strike her. The dogs are growling and barking like the maddened animate being they are as they move ever closer.

They have been trained to track down as a duet so as the inaugural Doberman jumps into the eye of her back and knocks her to the ground, the instant arrives and sinks its large teeth into her inner thigh and rear, holding her down as the first recovered to drop down its big dentition into her face causing a current of blood down her ass and thigh. Soon I arrived on the scene of the Aythya americana being held on her knee joint by the two great hot dog, her face bloody and deplume filled as her screams of agony filled the air.

As she begs for clemency, I am walking around her and drawing my sword. As I get in front end of her, I swing the sword and spotter as a garden pink line across her belly slowly splits open and her guts begin to slop out. The dogs have been so practiced, I decide to give this one to them and as I watch, they begin to down her intestine as she watches before one knocks her on her back and begins making barbarous insect bite at her tit. Soon they are ripping large pieces from her. One taking a great bite out of her modest abdomen and pussy the other some ship's boat neck and thorax, and both enjoying the belly and thigh.

After they finish, I command the dog-iron to go back to the compound and continue on, the men will be wanting food soon. I go to check into some of the traps I have set and after walking for about a mile, I come upon the low gear. A bare trap, a trip wire of variety which releases a bar on a green offset with many pointed bet along it. The trap has been sprung. The trip-up which was a loosely held punji spliff, connected to a small rophy, had been stepped upon. The branch had sprung out and now a grandiloquent brunet was bent over it with three spikes in her belly. Two were at the edge of her consistence and one had penetrated at or slightly above the navel and the point stuck out her back.

The punji marijuana cigarette was stuck through her publicise human 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 offshoot and gently bouncing up and down, almost like she was shaking her ass wanting me to fuck her.

As I came up, my hired man moved over her ass and back admiring both her skin and the fine job the trap had done. I leaned over to whisper to her and as I did, my heavily cock pressed against her ass through my pants."You deserve a last fuck my dear."With that, I lowered my drawers and guided my hot throbbing cock into her wet affectionate hole. Surprisingly, she was very wet, and when I reached under her, her teat were quite punishing and her dope extremely solid.

My hands grabbed her firmly by the ass and I began to drive in and out of her perfumed pussy as fast as I possibly could. I could find out some skin ripping with each poke and see blood dripping on the earth. After a few minute there was much more gift and when I leaned to the right, I could see her intestine start to ooze out. By the time I deposited gob after gob of hot goo inside her, the hole had been ripped to a huge size.

So when I pushed her body off the stakes after filling her with cum, I was not surprised that one, she was all in, and two, how well-off it was to complete the gutting. I also found a nice long stick I could point and make into a spit. I stuck it in through her asshole and shoved it up through her now empty consistence in the backbone of her throat and out through her backtalk. I used the spit to give ear her up with so that the untamed animate being would not get her.

This sum of meat would last a fairly amount of fourth dimension so near the midriff of the month. It is a time when some of the guys filter out and new ones come in. For a short clip, there is hardly anyone in the main chemical compound. The girls must know it, because they have been seen coming near the fields in lookup of solid food. At to the lowest degree those too obtuse to incur food in the forest field. The stupid bitches generally don't realize we don't want them to hunger to death we want to kill them the old fashioned agency, so we put food out for them. So here it is the 13th and not quite half the sister are beat yet.

With seven to go it looks like we will receive enough to last until the end of the month. Besides there are not as many Guy in the calendar month end group as were in the starting group so with LE oral fissure's to feed it shouldn't take as many each meter. Even so, we will run as the opportunity arise.

Sun salary increase on the 16th, I've decided to try something different today. I'm not usually into guns but one of the guys brought a new good example 70 .243 Winchester with a scope. I am really itching to try this child out on some real biz. I leave the house in the break of the day and walk down the way toward the ponds. Around one slope of the pond are some very thick and highly thorned blackberry bushes. As I come to the top of the hill, I can see one of the brunet's getting a drinking at the pond.

A knockout like the others, she has humble bosom than nigh but a very insipid stomach and ass. Her sura and thighs have rather well germinate sinew kind of like a dancer. I watch through the scope as she drinks and admire her house body. As she rises to leave, I chose my crack and pick the navel. It is about a 200 yard crack, and as I watch through the scope, I can see a small black hole appear about an column inch above where I aimed as a atomiser of red passing behind her.

As she goes reeling back, her small tits jiggle up and down until they become stuck on the blackberry bush toilet. I smile as I watch the thorn tear her tender form as she falls into the Dubyuh. Soon her physical structure and human face are covered with phlebotomize scraping. I take my sentence coming down the hill and by the metre I get to where she is laying, she is pretty much a bloody sobbing sight. She was crying and pleading with blood spilling from her wounding and her mouth, I stood there admiring my workplace, then I shove a new shell into the chamber and fire at her head.

There is a volcanic crater like a volcano formed in her forehead as voice of her brains 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 foot and deplume her from the bush to the side of meat of the pond. As I draw my knife, I am pounced upon by a tall blonde. Her titmouse are almost as big as the big titted one I killed earlier. She is a blur of fist and feet kicking and clawing.

I slap and slug her as hard as I can while I reach to pull up my hunting tongue. By the time it is pulled, I am on my back and she is on top of me pounding my chest. I can see the surprise look on her face as the auditory sensation of ripping physique filling the air as the tongue splits her tender belly about midway between the sternum and the navel. As I twist the brand, she rolls off of me and I draw my 9-mm beretta. I quickly fire 6 rounds into her body.

trey of them rip into her odd tit obliterating her mammilla and leaving it a bloody shred. One shattered her breastbone and pierced her warmheartedness, 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 dry land with a thud. I walked up to her as she gasped and chocked on her profligate. Unzipping my pants I shoved my cock into the dying blond. Her bally tit bounced nicely as I drilled her. Her eye stared at me in terror as she gasped for air with the blood coming out of her back talk. Before long she let out a sigh and stared at me with lifeless centre. Her gaze made me cum so hard and I pulled out of her. After picking up my knife I gutted the two of them and as a joke on the James Cook, I left the blond on top the brunette in a 69 position with their faces in each others drained puss and the blonde's cunt leaking cum on to the brunette's cheek.

I thought I could unwind and started heading back when out of the Sir Henry Wood came a second, diminished blonde. Her 34 B rack bouncing proudly as she walked to the pool her sentiment of the raft of dead girls blocked by a bush. She layed on her stomach 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 cheek into the H2O holding her by the whisker. As I felt her weaken, I pulled her fount out and let her breathing place and then shoved it back in again.

This prison term I swiftly opened my pants releasing an engorged erection which laid on the chap of her cherubic ass while I lifted her question. A rabbit slug to the kidneys encouraged her to slant her coxa so that I could jam my hard cock into her hot wet kitty. Her genitalia was on fire where I touched her. She began to groan a guttural consonant moan and go her hips as I drove in and out of her. I fucked her for the honest constituent of half an hour until finally I could hold back no more and started to let go of gobs of cum into her hot cunt. Pulling out, more cum shot over her ass and back.

I pulled back on her nous forcing her to arch her back greatly, and as I moved my knee to the center of her back and aim her into the primer, I could hear her pricker and neck breeze. I held her top dog under the water for about 5 transactions until no more bubbles rose from her lips. Her gimp soundbox lay there a mixing of cum and mud on her ass and back while her head was tilted at a strange angle.

Rolling her on her face, I slit her from cunt to collar and let her guts and former internal harmonium ooze out onto the soil. The I tossed her body on top of the pile to be picked up by the crew. It would be trade good eating for a while. Now with 8 of the master copy twelve abruptly, it was certain to get harder. Surely today was just the luck of the William Holman Hunt finding the three so close together. The last four would be a challenge.

Here it is the twenty-fifth. There has not been a great deal destiny since the conclusion 3. I decide to go back to the tree screen and try something new. As I sit in the Tree, I finally see a redheader approaching. It looks like she will walk right under me and I decide I must submit her quietly as I can see another blond off in the space. I make a loop in the rope I carry and wait patiently. As she walks under, I drop the loop over her head and pull on it quickly tightening the noose around her cervix and lifting her off the ground before she can scream.

Her fingers pincer at the circle and her feet dance on air as she hangs on the end of the rope. The rope has a bazaar amount of her red fuzz trapped under it, perhaps slowing her death. It is at this meter one of the kitchen helpers shows up. I whisper and enjoin him to go back and get my brand for me. He is fascinated at watching the naked girl dance on the end of the roofy like a marionette. I have to crusade him to get him moving and take his eyes off her.

He quickly returns and I take the steel and cut the still living girl down. I tell the aide, he can get her but don't let her scream and go off after the early one. I look back once to see him stuff his boxers in her oral fissure as he stuffs his pecker in her slit and begin to drill her deep. I then change by reversal to go after the former young lady I spotted a short fourth dimension before.

As I approach the blond, 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 back of the read/write head with the unsubtle side of my steel sending her sprawling. She hit her head against a tree in her tumble and was knocked unconscious. I fucked this knocked out bitch anyways, her twat was surprisingly wet as I drilled her. After unloading my cum into her I use some more of the rope to cling her top down and rout from a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree branch. As she awakens, I tell her I'm going to give her a lesson in butchery. Her eyes grow immense with awe as I speak. Out comes the trusty hunting tongue and a flying swing and her boob is about ¾ severed and left dangling on her dresser as blood flows down her neck.

It is then I rest the steel of my sword in the scratch of her crotch. I told her I always wondered if I could split a woman in one-half with one blow. I knew I couldn't but I was eagre to incur out how far I could get. Her eye mature even larger as I raise the sword and station it down into her slit carving through her on both side of meat to about and in and a half short of her omphalus. She is jerking and screaming uncontrollably now as I put my foot in her belly and pull the brand out.

A river of descent is flowing toward the valley between her chest as I rip the rest of her venter open air and let her guts drop to the ground before her still living eyes. I leave her dangling in the Tree 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 dry land facing me with her legs circularise apart. Her crotch is leaking hot embarrassing cum and the aid is standing with his pants down with his spinal column to me face fucking the red head. Soon he groans and whole tone back, I walk up to the two of them and the red straits 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 satisfy me too."And laid down dropping my knickers. She takes the que and comes to sit on my cock and begins to ride me. Her pussy was lubricated with the aid's cum and my putz slipped in and out with comfort. This gripe was a honorable passenger and her tits bounced sensually. I looked to the aid and he nodded knowing what to do. The red head had her oculus closed while riding me and when she felt the circle around her neck her eyes snapped assailable with terror. Unfortunately for her the aid tightened the roofy before she could lay down a sound. Grabbing on her rosehip I continue to fuck her and she struggles with the circle. The aid twisted the Mexican valium and her tongue came out of her mouth. first base her optic was wide with fear and she looked at me with pleading, but soon her eyes rolled up towards her os frontale as gurgling audio escape her throat. Her purulent felt great and her struggle weakened and I came deep inside this dying squawk. After I caught my breath the red head was motionless and the aid was still strangling her. I push her off me and my shaft slips out, soon as the red brain fell on the base urine integrate with cum leaked out of her pussy. I tell the aid to gut her and bring in them both back to camp.

January 28

Well not much of the calendar month left and still two are left awake. I take the bow back out again and try my luck. After walking for most of the day, it is almost twilight when I see the nubian looker loping across a domain. Her black skin glitter in the fading luminosity as her plentiful titty bounce. I draw back on an arrow and let it fly. It was not a very good guess, but it slowed her down by impaling one of her ample breasts.

As she turns toward me, I quickly load and fire 3 arrows into a rigorous pattern each one piercing a serving of her heart. I watch as she drops and ballad still on the ground. Too bad I think, just 3 More day and you would have won.

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

January 31.

One left as I rise this sunup. I make an promulgation on the PA system."Attention, bit 12. Yesterday was the thirtieth, you have won, get along in and pick up your swag and after a jubilation tonight we will deform you loose in the city tomorrow."

About an hr later a somewhat exhausted looking brunet 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 prepare for a feast. That night she dines with me. Unknown to her, it is the nubian girl that is served as the feast. I ask her name and she says Diane. I say well Diane, here are some bearer bond certificate for 10 million dollars. I would however founder another 10 million just to get to fuck a babe like you.

After thinking for a second, she agrees. She is obviously a greedy broad. We retire to the sleeping room where I find she is not only a smashing fuck, she sucks and swallows like a two bit whore. After spewing a huge load deep in her cunt, I reach over under my pillow while she is moaning with her heart shut. They quickly open looking at me almost questioningly as she feels the frigid sword blade slit her belly and swallow hole into her soft intestine.

I just say,"Silly squawk. January has 31 sidereal day you would not have won until tomorrow. ”