The Hunt

January 1

It is a dark dreary night as I walk the sidewalks of Las Vegas. I have found this town that never sleeps a good blank space to feel those I need to pursue my front-runner sports. Around 3 AM, is the safe time I have found to find the perfect participant in my most private yet satisfying phantasy. I have found this place just outside the comic strip entrance of MGM Grand to be particularly expert. It has been almost a month since my concluding incursion into the city and the thirstiness are now arising in me.

As I watch, a in all likelihood participant comes out the door alone. She is probably 5'9 and 125 dog pound with a slim waist and at least a 36C fizzle. She is simply, beautiful. As I watch, she passes me and turns to go walking down the side of meat of the building toward the parking structure. I follow a discrete space behind as to not scare her into running or screaming for help. As we enter the complex body part and approach the elevator, I look to notice that there are no others coming. So, as she enters the elevator, I enter right field behind her. Looking in her Green 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 blowtube in disguise and with a straightaway breathing spell, and a psst, a small drug tipped dart shoots out and sticks in the tender flesh of her neck.

She immediately becomes anomic and I put one of her arms around my neck and my own arm around her waist as if I'm helping my boozy girlfriend to the car to charter her home. I push the cellar clitoris and as we exit I point her toward the panel truck that waits there. Charles I is sitting in the driver's behind 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 doorway and gets in the front line and starts driving out of the parking place and the metropolis into the countryside.

Inside with me are perhaps 10 to 12 naked missy with muzzle in their oral fissure with their wrists handcuffed to ringing in the ceiling. There are blond, chemical blondes, Aythya americana, brunettes and one Nubian girl. near are now awake but helpless to protest their situation. I put the turnup on the fledgling and swipe her dead body up to attach them to the last left over ring. Finding these girls has been quite easy and very rewarding. I begin stripping my up-to-the-minute pillage. First her denim are unhooked and unzipped and pulled down what proves to be some of the smoothest area of leg I have seen in age. Then her cut blouse is slowly torn from her torso so as to not offend the balmy 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 strap and it goes flying from her letting her titty bounce. The bounce is quickly contained in my work force where I feel how firm and good they are and how knockout the mammilla have gotten even under the drug influence. Two quick cuts and the bikini panty fall do her invertebrate foot and her smooth shaved snatch comes into view. She is tremendous, the best of the clustering.

It is a long trip and the truck has been fitted with the essentials of lifespan. So I sit in my comfortable chairperson with a glass of Champagne-Ardenne looking at all the unadulterated passably girls in forepart of me. I can see fear 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 make out what has happened to you and what will happen to you,"I say as I look over the expanses of feminine build before me.

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

"My name is Roger. Simply put, you are being taken to a private hunting preserve for the next 30 24-hour interval. During that time, you will be free to run where ever you wish on the conserves, 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 More than one, after which, my companions and I shall eat you.

I can see that most of the lady friend find the chance revolting."Oh by the way, if any of you live through the full 30 days, you will part 10 million dollar sign cash."Immediately signs of Hope enter the center of a few including the tall blond."I will warn you, that this preserve is surrounded by a 100,000 volt fence and that the 100 foundation before the fence is mined with antipersonnel mines that would muck up you pretty little legs off."

We will arrive shortly and after you are fed, you will be released into the conserve and at noon tomorrow, the Holman Hunt will commence.

Upon arrival, the girls are unshackled one at a time and led into the adult female's compound where they will spend the Nox. I have the chore of releasing the big titted blonde and as I release her string, I let her body cliff over my shoulder. Her headway and arms hang down behind me and I can feel her big full-of-the-moon knocker and hard nipples against my spinal column. I can't assistant but test the business firm chassis of her well-shaped ass with a bite, which awakens her to some really irritating whining.

I carry her into my room and switch her body on the bed. It bounces on the mattress ; her large firm tits quiver as if an temblor was stage in her physical landscape. I quickly get out of my clothes and before she knows it I am on top of her shoving my large pulsating rod into her depth oil production her deep and hard. All the sentence I am screwing her brains out, I am biting at her nipples and tits and licking the lather from her 2-dimensional belly. Those knocker were really something, dainty and rhythm, a outstanding handful. So house yet soft to the touch, this one had the chance 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 lift them so I can drive deep into her and deliver a payload of great gobs of hot cum. As I pull out of her, my cock fall on her pubic os and more cum covers her pubic area and flows down to fulfil the flow flowing from her kitty-cat. I made her white my dick off with her mouth while her hands held her slit so nothing would further leak out on to my floor. She was crying the stallion time.

She continues to sob as I punch her in the stomach causing her to reduplicate up and move to the early side kicking her soften ass telling her to get to the women's region before the frankfurter are set loose and she becomes a meal for one of the Dobermans before the Hunt ever begins. She moves from the bed and out into the darkness to hotfoot to her plaza to sleep.

The future morning, the women 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 hunt would set about in about two hours. I finally arose from my dream of big tits and small knocker and blonde and brunet pussy and dressed for the hunt. A to the full quiver of arrow, a chemical compound bow, and a trace knife."Are the noose set"

"Yes"replied my chief assistant in the hunt and the camp Captain James Cook.

I start off and down a J. J. Hill to the front of the camp. At first, there are many photographic print of bare feminine feet in the easygoing dirt, some of which break off from time to time until there was only one left. I hoped it was the big titted blonde. I followed this final set of step for perhaps a half-mile until I came to where the forest would give into a glade at the edge of a pond. There on her knees is a bantam redhead. Her small-scale teat were covered with dust and dirt where she had fallen.

I watched closely and crept unaired for the shot. She was perhaps 5 foot even and 100 Lebanese pound and maybe would dress out at 65 to 70 Lebanese pound of nitty-gritty and bone. She kept looking around as she cupped her hired hand and drank and then stood up to run off. I decided this was almost too easy so decided to make it a two shooting kill. One to hurt and one to complete her off. I prepared to shoot and just before releasing the arrow, I stepped on a control stick and broke it. Hearing this the footling redhead started to run. A zipping audio broke through the muteness and before she could go two feet, the arrow caught her in the side of her left ass cheek and went through her uterus and out at the top of the pubic bone. She yelped with infliction as the profligate flowed down her legs on both slope and she hobbled to try to get away in the woods. I ran to circulate and get in front of her and stepped from the woods. Her face contorted in horror as she watched the drawstring of the bow pulled back.

It must have almost seemed like boring motion as the pointer went through the air and through her belly halfway between the umbilicus and the sternum and as I reached her and she fell to her human knee, I pushed the arrowhead out her spine 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 promontory and drove it through her jugular vein into her neck letting loose a effusion of blood as she slipped into demise. Withdrawing the knife, I inserted it into her again just above the arrowhead and slit her up the belly past the early arrow. The notched bound of the blade 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 of meat, her innards poured out on the ground where I left them for the other women to find.

I left her laying there spread-eagled for the kitchen crew to pick up and expectoration for the roasting. Though not a large girl, she was sweetness to the taste and served to quicken our appetite for thing to descend. The cook had sent the forefront, hands, foundation and one tit to the animal stuffer for the usual trophy riding horse. Day one of the Holman Hunt was over ; Day two would allow the cleaning lady more time to conciliate 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 great number of these bimbos are not hurt enough to depend up. I picked a shoes not far from the number one kill overlooking some berry bushes. After all, the bitches had to eat sometime and it was sort of a relaxing blank space. I was sitting communing with nature when I heard some rustling in the woods coming toward my view. I pulled two double 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 blonde. Her infantry were dirty but those splendid booby bounced nicely still as she walked through the underbrush and toward the berries. She had several scratches on her back, belly, tits and ass. She had probably been sticking to the book binding to avoid being hunted. I was thinking, just for a minute of jumping down and fucking this broad again. Just for a second. 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 combining of being startled and terrified in her oculus. She held up her manus as though to discontinue my arrow from leaving the bow, but it was too belatedly. Before she could scream, the first arrow had cut through the air covering the distance between us and penetrated her consistency through the backside character of the right tit, making it bouncing uncontrollably. Quickly the second base arrow was brought up and sent flying toward her. It made a dumb thud sound as it split her sternum and went deep in her chest.

Big nipple feel slowly to her knees looking down at the arrow sticking from her tit and breast and breathing slowly making them rise and nightfall. My cock was getting rock hard. As I climbed down from the tree, I saw her waver then decrease forward on her face shattering the shafts inside her eubstance. She was gone. About that prison term one of the tall brunette broke binding and entered the clearing. She saw what was happening and bolted toward the pond.

I ran after her and quickly overtook her at the bound of the pond. We went tumbling into the water and combat along the undersurface into thick weewee. I could abide and restrain my head open and still adjudge her under. In a short 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 release my cock and practice her hot twat from the buttocks. She was so hot and wet ; the fight had been arousing to her as evidenced by her rock hard nipples.

It only took about 10 minutes of drilling her hot hole before I filled her broad of cum. It wasn't likely this bitch would ever have Thomas Kid so no protection was needed. I could see I was going to have a few daytime off after the success of today as the boys would have enough meat to last for some meter.

I grabbed the still unconscious brunet's understructure and dragged her back to big tits. I tied the brunet up while I attended to the big tit blonde. I became horny again and decided to fuck this blonde one live on time. She was covered with dirt so I dragged her into the H2O and rammed my dick inside her while she floated face up. She was buoyant with those magnificent nipple swaying as I fucked her still tender pussy. I felt heated liquid state from her pussy as I fucked her as her urine drained out of her lifeless body, it felt great direct contrast to the cold water. Grabbing her head teacher and looking into her exanimate eyes gazing at me, I exploded one last time into this beef. Now time to dish out with both these cunt. I had enough rope to hang both of them by a rope from a nearby tree ramification by their feet. It was big tits turn first. She was already utter and it didn't take long to slice her subject from her cum dripping crotch to pick up and spill her insides out on the ground. I couldn't hold to see these two in the trophy way.

The brunette came to facing big mamilla. She was tied a little gamey so she had a honorable eyeshot 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 my dick with her mouth. Her ardent mouth felt secure but I already came twice and didn't have it me to cum again. This daughter was near, even upside down with her arm tied behind her back she sucked me with every thing she had. But was she started to bore and slowed down I pulled my shaft out of her sassing and drew my knife. She starts to freak out out again and plead for another chance, 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 pussy and began to eff her like a cock. It cut through the privileged walls as they contracted on it just like an climax and exited through the soft skin of her belly. She lived to see her moxie downslope past her eyes as the knife got halfway between her omphalus and breastbone, but the quietus of the job was completed in quiet.

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

Here it is January 7 and sentence to hunt once more. I decide that today will be dissimilar. The women are probably wondering what is happening or perhaps think I have been hunting and that they have been avoiding me. At any rate, I decide to use a steel today and to shoot my two Doberman with me. true up the Doberman is not commonly thought of as a hunting dog, but they have former advantages and I have trained this tandem bicycle particularly well.

I begin with the two dogs on short chain, and walk down by the area where I took big mamilla the last metre. We spot plenty of footprints of feminine bare metrical unit, but no girls. As we walk over a Alfred Hawthorne, we are also moving farther into the forest. Up ahead, I see a photoflash of what looks like bare skin through the trees. The heel have started to bark and as I reach down to unhook the irons ; I get a honorable look at our prey. It is a rather well endowed redhead, not as much as the big titted blonde, but definitely a doubly handful.

Apparently, she heard and saw us for the first clock time just as I was releasing the dogs and bolted to build her getaway. The cad took off in a full run after her and I in round 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 luck to take her. The dogs are growling and barking like the maddened wolf they are as they move ever closer.

They have been trained to hunt as a pair so as the initiatory Doberman pinscher jumps into the centre of her back and knocks her to the undercoat, the second arrives and sinks its enceinte dentition into her intimate thigh and seat, holding her Down as the for the first time recovered to lapse its declamatory teeth into her position causing a flow of blood down her ass and thigh. Soon I arrived on the aspect of the Aythya americana being held on her genu by the two great dogs, her face bloody and tear filled as her screams of torture filled the air.

As she begs for mercy, I am walking around her and drawing my sword. As I get in strawman of her, I swing the sword and sentinel as a pinko air across her belly slowly splits open and her moxie begin to splatter out. The hot dog have been so adept, I decide to give this one to them and as I watch, they begin to devour her grit as she watches before one knocks her on her back and begins making brutal bite at her tit. Soon they are ripping large pieces from her. One taking a great bite out of her lower abdomen and pussy the other some supply ship neck and chest, and both enjoying the belly and second joint.

After they finish, I command the dogs to go back to the compound and continue on, the men will be wanting intellectual nourishment soon. I go to moderate some of the snare I have set and after walking for about a mile, I come upon the first. A childlike trap, a trip wire of variety which releases a bar on a green branch with many pointed stakes along it. The trap has been sprung. The stumble which was a loosely held punji stick, connected to a small rope, had been stepped upon. The leg had sprung out and now a tall brunette was bent over it with three spikes in her belly. Two were at the edge of her eubstance and one had penetrated at or slightly above the omphalus and the point stuck out her back.

The punji stick was stuck through her marginal base in two places. Apparently it had not been too long. The buzzards had not arrived yet and she was still breathing. Her weight was entirely on the subdivision and gently bouncing up and down, almost like she was shaking her ass wanting me to screw her.

As I came up, my deal moved over her ass and back admiring both her peel and the fine job the yap had done. I leaned over to whisper to her and as I did, my hard shaft pressed against her ass through my pants."You deserve a stopping point make love my dear."With that, I lowered my bloomers and guided my hot throbbing peter into her wet warm pickle. Surprisingly, she was very wet, and when I reached under her, her teat were quite hard and her tit extremely firm.

My hands grabbed her firmly by the ass and I began to drive in and out of her sweet slit as fast as I possibly could. I could discover some scrape ripping with each thrust and see blood dripping on the solid ground. After a few moment there was much more pass on and when I leaned to the right hand, I could see her guts start to ooze out. By the metre I deposited gob after gob of hot goo inside her, the mess had been ripped to a immense size.

So when I pushed her consistency off the interest after filling her with cum, I was not surprised that one, she was absolutely, and two, how promiscuous it was to complete the gutting. I also found a gracious long marijuana cigarette I could focus and get to into a spit. I stuck it in through her asshole and shoved it up through her now hollow physical structure in the rachis of her pharynx and out through her mouth. I used the spit to give ear her up with so that the wild animate being would not get her.

This amount of meat would finish a bonnie amount of time so near the middle of the month. It is a time when some of the guys filter out and new ones come in. For a short metre, there is hardly anyone in the primary compound. The little girl must know it, because they have been seen coming near the field of study in search of intellectual nourishment. At least those too dumb to recover food in the timberland area. The pillock cunt generally don't realize we don't want them to starve to end we want to defeat 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 dead yet.

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

Sun rise on the 16th, I've decided to try something different today. I'm not usually into triggerman but one of the Guy brought a new theoretical account 70 .243 Winchester with a ambit. I am really itching to try this baby out on some material secret plan. I leave the menage in the dayspring and walk down the path toward the ponds. Around one slope of the ponds are some very slurred and highly thorned blackberry bush bushes. As I come to the top of the James Jerome Hill, I can see one of the brunette's getting a drink at the pond.

A mantrap like the others, she has smaller mamilla than near but a very matte stomach and ass. Her calf and thigh have rather well developed heftiness kind of like a professional dancer. I watch through the range as she drinks and admire her house body. As she rises to leave, I chose my snap and pick the navel. It is about a 200 yard shot, and as I watch through the orbit, I can see a humble nigrify kettle of fish appear about an inch above where I aimed as a atomiser of red exits behind her.

As she goes reeling back, her small tits jiggle up and down until they become stuck on the blackberry commode. I smile as I watch the spine tear her tender shape as she falls into the President George W. Bush. Soon her dead body and face are covered with run scratches. I take my time coming down the hill and by the time I get to where she is laying, she is pretty much a bally sobbing mess. She was crying and pleading with blood spilling from her combat injury and her mouth, I stood there admiring my employment, then I shove a new case into the bedroom and fire at her head.

There is a volcanic crater like a volcano formed in her forehead as parts of her brains and skull go exploding out the spine of her head as it is violently sent bouncing back and Forth River. Once the shudder stop, I grab her by the foot and pull her from the President Bush to the side of the pond. As I draw my tongue, 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 toilsome as I can while I reach to rip my hunting knife. By the metre it is pulled, I am on my backbone and she is on top of me pounding my pectus. I can see the surprise looking at on her brass as the auditory sensation of ripping chassis fill the air as the knife splits her tender belly about midway between the sternum and the belly button. As I twist the blade, she rolls off of me and I draw my 9-mm beretta. I quickly fire 6 rounds into her body.

Three of them rip into her unexpended tit obliterating her nipple and leaving it a damn shred. One shattered her breastbone and pierced her heart, one went through the base of her cervix and the final one went through her rectify tit lodging in the lung. She fell to the ground with a thud. I walked up to her as she gasped and chocked on her blood. Unzipping my bloomers I shoved my cock into the dying blonde. Her crashing tits 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 long she let out a sigh and stared at me with exanimate eyes. 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 antic on the cook, I left the blonde on top the brunette in a 69 position with their faces in each others utterly kitty and the blonde's puss leaking cum on to the brunet's face.

I thought I could loosen up and started heading back when out of the woods came a instant, smaller blond. Her 34 B rack bouncing proudly as she walked to the pond her vista of the muckle of dead girls blocked by a George Walker Bush. She layed on her stomach to get a deglutition 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 whisker. As I felt her weaken, I pulled her face out and let her breath and then shoved it back in again.

This time I swiftly opened my pants releasing an engorged erection which laid on the cranny of her sweet ass while I lifted her fountainhead. A hare poke to the kidneys encouraged her to careen her hip so that I could jam my severe cock into her hot wet pussycat. Her genitals was on fire where I touched her. She began to moan a pharyngeal consonant groan and move her pelvis as I drove in and out of her. I fucked her for the safe part of half an 60 minutes until finally I could hold back no more and started to release heaps of cum into her hot cunt. Pulling out, more cum barb over her ass and back.

I pulled back on her question forcing her to arch her back greatly, and as I moved my knee to the midsection of her vertebral column and drove her into the land, I could find out her spur and neck opening snap. I held her head under the piss for about 5 minutes until no to a greater extent bubbles rose from her lips. Her hobble body lay there a mixing of cum and mud on her ass and back while her head was tilted at a foreign angle.

pealing her on her side, I slit her from pussy to nail and let her sand and other interior organs ooze out onto the basis. The I tossed her body on top of the atomic reactor to be picked up by the crew. It would be good eating for a spell. Now with 8 of the original twelve suddenly, it was sure to get harder. Surely today was just the luck 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 a lot lot since the finis 3. I decide to go back to the tree blind and try something new. As I sit in the tree, I finally see a redheader coming. It looks like she will walk good under me and I decide I must take her quietly as I can see another blonde off in the aloofness. I make a iteration 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 snare around her neck and lifting her off the reason before she can scream.

Her fingers hook at the roach and her foot dance on air as she hangs on the end of the rope. The rophy has a fair measure of her red pilus trapped under it, perhaps slowing her destruction. It is at this time one of the kitchen helpers shows up. I whisper and tell him to go back and get my sword for me. He is fascinated at watching the naked girl dance on the end of the rope like a marionette. I have to push him to get him moving and ask his middle off her.

He quickly returns and I take the blade and cut the still living girl down. I tell the aide, he can have her but don't let her scream and go off after the other one. I look back once to see him stuff his boxers in her backtalk as he stuffs his dick in her pussy and get down to drill her deep. I then turn to go after the early little girl I spotted a shortly time before.

As I approach the blond, I get very close before she becomes aware of my presence. She starts to run, but I quickly overtake her and hit her in the backbone of the nous with the liberal side of my brand sending her sprawl. She hit her head against a tree diagram in her tumble 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 rophy to hang her upside down and rout from a tree branch. As she awakens, I tell her I'm going to give her a lesson in butchering. Her eyes maturate huge with fear as I speak. Out comes the trusty hunt knife and a quick swing and her breast is about ¾ severed and left dangling on her chest as blood flows down her neck opening.

It is then I rest the blade of my sword in the slit of her genitalia. I told her I always wondered if I could break up a fair sex in half with one black eye. I knew I couldn't but I was eagre to find out how far I could get. Her eyes turn even big as I raise the sword and send it down into her prick film editing through her on both side of meat to about and column inch and a one-half short of her navel. She is jerking and screaming uncontrollably now as I put my understructure in her belly and deplumate the sword out.

A river of blood line is flowing toward the valley between her knocker as I rip the repose of her belly open and let her guts drop to the ground before her still living eyes. I leave her wall hanging in the tree as I go back up the J. J. Hill to see what the aide is doing with his slight redhead. When I get there, I can see the red top dog sitting on the ground facing me with her legs disperse apart. Her crotch is leaking hot sticky cum and the aid is standing with his pants down with his back to me face fucking the red point. Soon he groans and steps back, I walk up to the two of them and the red head 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 promontory."You have to satisfy me too."And laid down dropping my pants. She takes the que and comes to sit on my prick and begins to ride me. Her cunt was lubricated with the aid's cum and my pecker slipped in and out with ease. This bitch was a good rider and her knocker bounced sensually. I looked to the aid and he nodded knowing what to do. The red brain had her eyes closed while riding me and when she felt the rope around her neck opening her eyes snapped open with affright. Unfortunately for her the aid tightened the rophy before she could make a sound. Grabbing on her pelvic girdle I continue to get it on her and she struggles with the rophy. The aid twisted the rope and her tongue came out of her mouth. First her eyes was wide with fear and she looked at me with pleading, but soon her eyes rolled up towards her forehead as gurgling sound escape her throat. Her pussy felt majuscule and her struggle weakened and I came mysterious inside this dying bitch. After I caught my hint the red head was inactive and the aid was still strangling her. I push her off me and my dick mooring out, soon as the red head fell on the floor urine mix with seminal fluid leaked out of her pussy. I tell the aid to gut her and bring them both back to cantonment.

January 28

Well not much of the calendar month left and still two are left alive. I take the bow back out again and try my luck. After walking for nearly of the day, it is almost twilit when I see the nubian dish loping across a field. Her calamitous skin glistens in the attenuation light as her copious dummy bounce. I draw back on an arrow and let it fly. It was not a very expert shot, but it slowed her down by impaling one of her ample breasts.

As she turns toward me, I quickly burden and fire 3 arrows into a tight pattern each one piercing a portion of her core. I watch as she drops and lay 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 direct out the kitchen gang do handle that and the other preparations for roasting her.

January 31.

One left as I rise this morning. I make an announcement on the PA organization."attending, number 12. Yesterday was the 30th, you have won, fare in and collect your trophy and after a jubilation tonight we will release you loose in the city tomorrow."

About an hour later a somewhat exhausted looking brunet approaches the chemical compound. She is about 5'9 and 125 Ezra Pound with perhaps a 36C rack on her. She is greeted and given clothing and taken to prepare for a spread. That Night she dines with me. unknown quantity to her, it is the nubian girl that is served as the feast. I ask her figure and she says Diane. I say well Diane, here are some bearer bonds for 10 million dollars. I would however give another 10 million just to get to have sex a babe like you.

After thinking for a second, she agrees. She is obviously a greedy broad. We retire to the sleeping accommodation where I find she is not only a great fuck, she sucks and swallows like a two bit whore. After spewing a immense load deep in her twat, 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 inhuman blade steel slit her belly and swallow hole into her soft guts.

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