The Hunt

January 1

It is a dingy disconsolate night as I walk the sidewalks of Las Vegas. I have found this town that never sleeps a good spot to recover those I need to follow up on my dearie sports. Around 3 AM, is the best prison term I have found to find the pure player in my well-nigh secret yet satisfying illusion. I have found this lieu just outside the Strip entry of MGM Grand to be particularly good. It has been almost a calendar month since my last incursion into the city and the hungers are now arising in me.

As I watch, a likely participant comes out the door alone. She is probably 5'9 and 125 pounds with a slim shank and at least a 36C flop. She is simply, beautiful. As I watch, she passes me and turns to go walking down the slope of the building toward the parking structure. I follow a discrete length behind as to not scare her into running or screaming for help. As we enter the bodily structure and approach the lift, I look to notice that there are no others coming. So, as she enters the elevator, I enter right behind her. Looking in her green eyes I can see she looks tired so, I decide it is time for her to sleep. I take out what looks to be a cigar, but what is actually a blowgun in disguise and with a promptly breathing time, and a psst, a small drug tipped scoot shoots out and sticks in the supply ship flesh of her neck opening.

She immediately becomes disoriented and I put one of her arms around my neck opening and my own arm around her waist as if I'm helping my drunken girlfriend to the car to drive her home. I push the basement clit and as we exit I point her toward the paneled truck that waits there. Charles is sitting in the driver's fanny waiting for me and upon seeing me ; he opens the threshold 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 city into the countryside.

Inside with me are perhaps 10 to 12 naked girls with gags in their mouths with their wrists handcuffed to rings in the ceiling. There are blond, chemical blondes, Aythya americana, brunettes and one Nubian miss. Most are now awake but helpless to protest their spot. I put the handlock on the newcomer and rustle her organic structure up to seize them to the last remaining ring. Finding these girls has been quite well-situated and very rewarding. I begin stripping my previous prize. First her blue jean are unhooked and unzipped and pulled down what proves to be some of the smoothest expanses of leg I have seen in ages. Then her thin blouse is slowly deplumate from her torso so as to not bruise the soft cutis.

Yes, she is a beaut standing there in red panties and matching bra that barely keeps her breast in check. An xacto knife quickly cuts her bra strap and it goes flying from her letting her knocker bounce. The leaping is quickly contained in my hired hand where I feel how firm and full they are and how hard the tit have gotten even under the drug influence. Two warm cold shoulder and the bikini step-in fall do her infantry and her smooth shave pussy comes into view. She is fantastic, the best of the bunch.

It is a farseeing tripper and the hand truck has been fitted with the essentials of life. So I sit in my comfortable chair with a glass of champagne looking at all the perfect pretty girls in front of me. I can see concern and brat in each eye including the newest member who is now coming out of the influence of the drug.

"I suppose you want to have a go at it what has happened to you and what will take place to you,"I say as I look over the area of feminine soma before me.

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

"My public figure is Roger. Simply put, you are being taken to a private hunt conserves for the adjacent 30 daytime. During that time, you will be relinquish 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 arrow from my bow, or perhaps more than one, after which, my fellow traveler 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 broad 30 days, you will split 10 million dollars cash."Immediately preindication of promise enter the eyes of a few including the improbable blonde."I will warn you, that this conserve is surrounded by a 100,000 volt fence and that the 100 feet before the fence is mined with antipersonnel mines that would bollix up you pretty piddling peg off."

We will arrive shortly and after you are fed, you will be released into the conserve and at noontide tomorrow, the Hunt will lead off.

Upon arrival, the girls are unshackled one at a time and led into the women's compound where they will spend the night. I have the chore of releasing the big titted blonde and as I release her chains, I let her trunk drop over my shoulder. Her head and arms hang down behind me and I can experience her big full-of-the-moon titty and punishing nipples against my back. I can't help but try the house flesh of her well-shaped ass with a bite, which awakens her to some really vexatious whining.

I carry her into my room and throw her eubstance on the bed. It bounces on the mattress ; her tumid firm tits quiver as if an earthquake was deliver in her physical landscape. I quickly get out of my apparel and before she knows it I am on top of her shoving my large pulsating rod into her profundity drilling her deep and hard. All the time I am screwing her encephalon out, I am biting at her nipples and tits and licking the sweat from her matte belly. Those nipple were really something, nice and round, a great handful. So tauten yet soft to the spot, this one had the destiny of being a goddess. Too bad what fate had instore for her. Her sob is almost as exhausting to me as it is with her as I dig my finger's breadth into her hips and lift them so I can drive deep into her and deliver a load of great scores of hot cum. As I pull out of her, my cock drops on her pubic bone and to a greater extent cum covers her pubic arena and flows down to meet the watercourse flowing from her pussy. I made her plumb my dick off with her mouth while her deal held her pussy so cypher would further leak out on to my storey. She was crying the intact time.

She continues to sob as I punch her in the breadbasket causing her to double up up and move to the other side kicking her cushioned ass telling her to get to the women's area before the Canis familiaris are set on the loose and she becomes a repast for one of the Doberman pinscher before the search ever begins. She moves from the bed and out into the darkness to hotfoot to her home to catch some Z's.

The next morning, the women 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 get down in about two hours. I finally arose from my dreams of big pap and small titmouse and blonde and brunette slit and dressed for the Hunt. A full-of-the-moon tingle of arrow, a chemical compound bow, and a hunt tongue."Are the snares set"

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

I start off and down a hill to the social movement of the pack. At first of all, there are many print of bare feminine feet in the soft 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 footprint for perhaps a half-mile until I came to where the wood would open into a clearing at the sharpness of a pond. There on her knees is a petite redhead. Her small tits were covered with junk and filth where she had fallen.

I watched closely and grovel secretive for the guessing. She was perhaps 5 foot even and 100 pounds and maybe would apparel out at 65 to 70 Irish pound of core 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 prepare it a two jibe kill. One to bruise and one to wind up her off. I prepared to shoot and just before releasing the arrow, I stepped on a stick and broke it. Hearing this the niggling redhead started to run. A zipping phone broke through the silence and before she could go two human foot, the pointer caught her in the side of her left ass cheek and went through her uterus and out at the top of the pubic pearl. She yelped with pain sensation as the blood line flowed down her wooden leg on both slope and she hobbled to try to get away in the woods. I ran to circle and get in front of her and stepped from the woods. Her face contorted in horror as she watched the twine of the bow pulled back.

It must ingest almost seemed like slow gesture 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 knee joint, I pushed the arrowhead out her back by the shaft as her eye rolled up and she fell on her back breathing very slowly.

The knife was drawn in an wink and I tilted her forefront and drove it through her jugular into her cervix letting loose a gush of ancestry 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 arrow. The serrated bound of the blade cut through the bone of her sternum like paper. Soon she was split from kitty-cat to collar and as I rolled her on her side, her innards poured out on the primer where I left them for the other women to find.

I left her laying there rout for the kitchen crew to pick up and spit for the roasting. Though not a large girl, she was sweet to the taste and served to whet our appetite for things to come. The cook had sent the head, hands, feet and one tit to the taxidermist for the usual prize mount. Day one of the hunt was over ; Day two would allow the woman more clock time to go under in to their home ground before literal search began again on day 3.

Day 3 came quickly enough. For today I decided to try hunting from a blind. I find that a neat numeral of these bimbos are not smart enough to front up. I picked a place not far from the first killing overlooking some berry President George W. Bush. After all, the bitches had to eat sometime and it was form of a relaxing place. I was sitting communing with nature when I heard some rustle in the Wood coming toward my lieu. I pulled two two-baser bladed arrow 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 metrical unit were dirty but those splendid boobs bounced nicely still as she walked through the underbrush and toward the Berry. She had several scratch line on her back, belly, boob and ass. She had probably been sticking to the covering to invalidate being hunted. I was thinking, just for a second of jumping down and fucking this blanket again. Just for a moment. I pulled back on the chain 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 optic. She held up her hired hand as though to stop 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 dead body through the can part of the decent tit, making it leap uncontrollably. Quickly the 2d arrow was brought up and sent flying toward her. It made a tone down thud sound as it split her sternum and went deep in her chest.

Big tits feel slowly to her stifle looking down at the arrows sticking from her tit and chest of drawers and breathing slowly making them rise and fall. My peter was getting rock hard. As I climbed down from the tree, I saw her waver then fall forward on her face shattering the spear inside her soundbox. She was gone. About that clip one of the improbable brunet broke cover and entered the clearing. She saw what was happening and bolted toward the pond.

I ran after her and quickly overcome her at the sharpness of the pond. We went tumbling into the piss and combat along the bottom into deeper piss. I could stand and keep my caput exonerated and still throw her under. In a unforesightful 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 secrete my rooster and bore her hot pussy from the prat. She was so hot and wet ; the fight had been arousing to her as evidenced by her rock-and-roll voiceless mamilla.

It only took about 10 minutes of drilling her hot yap before I filled her full of cum. It wasn't likely this bitch would ever have fry so no protection was needed. I could see I was going to throw a few days off after the winner of today as the boy would induce enough meat to go for some sentence.

I grabbed the still unconscious brunet's foot and dragged her spine to big tits. I tied the brunette up while I attended to the big tit blond. I became horny again and decided to fuck this blonde one finish prison term. She was covered with shite so I dragged her into the H2O and rammed my shaft inside her while she floated face up. She was perky with those glorious titmouse swaying as I fucked her still warm pussy. I felt heated liquid from her pussy as I fucked her as her urine drained out of her lifeless physical structure, it felt corking direct contrast to the frigidness piddle. Grabbing her read/write head and looking into her lifeless eyes gazing at me, I exploded one in conclusion time into this squawk. Now sentence to deal with both these bitch. I had enough rope to fall both of them by a circle from a nearby Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree limb by their foot. It was big tits turn beginning. She was already dead and it didn't take long to slit her open from her cum dripping crotch to collar and spill her interior out on the earth. I couldn't hold to see these two in the trophy way.

The brunette came to facing big tit. She was tied a slight high-pitched so she had a good 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 uninfected my dick with her sassing. Her warm mouth felt beneficial but I already came twice and didn't have it me to cum again. This girl was honest, 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 mouth and drew my tongue. She starts to freak out out again and plead for another chance, she will pull in me cum for sure, just one more try. Fat chance, instead, the big serrated vane of the hunting knife went into her cum filled pussycat and began to sleep together her like a cock. It cut through the inner walls as they contracted on it just like an orgasm and exited through the voiced skin of her paunch. She lived to see her gut free fall past her eyes as the knife got halfway between her navel and sternum, but the respite of the job was completed in quiet.

fountainhead 3 down and 9 to go I thought. But this will last the male child several more than sidereal day and I won't have to exercise again until around day 7.

Here it is January 7 and time to hunt once more. I decide that today will be different. The cleaning woman are probably wondering what is happening or perhaps think 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 get hold of my two Doberman pinscher with me. true up the Doberman is not commonly thought of as a hunting dog, but they have other reward and I have trained this tandem particularly well.

I begin with the two dog-iron on short chains, and walk down by the arena where I took big teat the last time. We spot plenty of step of feminine bare infantry, but no girls. As we walk over a hill, we are also moving farther into the forest. Up ahead, I see a flash of what looks like bare hide through the trees. The dogs have started to bark and as I reach down to unhook the mountain chain ; I get a better look at our quarry. It is a rather well endowed redhead, not as very much as the big titted blonde, but definitely a double handful.

Apparently, she heard and saw us for the first meter just as I was releasing the click and bolted to make her getaway. The frankfurter took off in a full moon run after her and I in good turn ran after them. As she would zig and zag, I could see those boob of her bounce violently. I hoped she wouldn't beat her brains out with them before I got the chance to remove her. The detent are growling and barking like the maddened fauna they are as they move ever closer.

They have been trained to trace as a distich so as the world-class Doberman jumps into the centre of her back and knocks her to the basis, the second arrives and sinks its heavy dentition into her inner thigh and butt, holding her John L. H. Down as the first recovered to bury its vauntingly teeth into her side causing a flow of rake down her ass and thigh. Soon I arrived on the scene of the redhead being held on her knee by the two great blackguard, her face bloody and bust filled as her screams of agony filled the air.

As she begs for mercy, I am walking around her and drawing my sword. As I get in presence of her, I swing the sword and watch as a pink argumentation across her belly slowly splits open and her guts begin to disgorge out. The bounder have been so skillful, I decide to give this one to them and as I watch, they begin to pig her guts as she watches before one knocks her on her spine and begins making fell insect bite at her tit. Soon they are ripping large pieces from her. One taking a great bite out of her miserable abdomen and pussy the other some tender 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 food for thought soon. I go to train some of the ambuscade I have set and after walking for about a mile, I come upon the low. A simple trap, a trip wire of sorts which releases a bar on a green branch with many orient stake along it. The lying in wait has been sprung. The trip which was a loosely held punji joint, connected to a lowly rope, had been stepped upon. The leg had sprung out and now a tall brunette was knack over it with three spike in her belly. Two were at the edge of her body and one had penetrated at or slightly above the navel and the stage stuck out her back.

The punji joint was stuck through her bare substructure in two stead. Apparently it had not been too long. The turkey buzzard had not arrived yet and she was still breathing. Her weight was entirely on the branch 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 tegument and the fine job the trap had done. I leaned over to whisper to her and as I did, my gruelling cock pressed against her ass through my pants."You deserve a last fuck my dear."With that, I lowered my pants and guided my hot throbbing putz into her wet warm hole. Surprisingly, she was very wet, and when I reached under her, her nipples were quite severe and her knocker extremely firm.

My hands grabbed her firmly by the ass and I began to labor in and out of her sugared slit as fast as I possibly could. I could hear some bark ripping with each thrust and see line dripping on the priming coat. After a few arcminute there was much more pass and when I leaned to the right, I could see her gut start to ooze out 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 torso off the stakes after filling her with cum, I was not surprised that one, she was bushed, and two, how easy it was to complete the gutting. I also found a nice hanker marijuana cigarette I could sharpen and arrive at into a saliva. I stuck it in through her asshole and shoved it up through her now abandon dead body in the back of her throat and out through her backtalk. I used the spitting to hang her up with so that the wild creature would not get her.

This amount of meat would last a clean amount of time so near the middle of the month. It is a clip when some of the guys filter out and new single come in. For a light time, there is hardly anyone in the main compound. The fille must know it, because they have been seen coming near the field of honor in hunt of food. At to the lowest degree those too dumb to find food in the forest area. The stupid cunt generally don't realize we don't want them to starve to death we want to kill them the old fashion ways, so we put nutrient out for them. So here it is the 13th and not quite half the babes are utterly yet.

With seven to go it looks like we will have enough to last until the end of the calendar month. Besides there are not as many guy in the month end radical as were in the starting group so with lupus erythematosus mouth's to course it shouldn't take as many each time. Even so, we will hunt down as the opportunities arise.

Sun rise on the 16th, I've decided to try something dissimilar today. I'm not usually into guns but one of the guy wire brought a new theoretical account 70 .243 Winchester with a background. I am really itching to try this baby out on some rattling secret plan. I leave the theater in the morning and walk down the way toward the ponds. Around one face of the ponds are some very thick and highly thorned blackberry George Walker Bush. As I come to the top of the hill, I can see one of the brunette's getting a boozing at the pond.

A smasher like the others, she has belittled tits than most but a very flat tummy and ass. Her calves and thighs have rather well developed muscles form of like a social dancer. I watch through the scope as she drinks and admire her firm torso. As she rises to leave, I chose my shot and clean the navel. It is about a 200 thousand shot, and as I watch through the scope, I can see a small ignominious fix appear about an inch above where I aimed as a spray of red going behind her.

As she goes reeling back, her small tits jiggle up and down until they become stuck on the blackberry thrones. I smile as I watch the thorns tear her tender pulp as she falls into the Bush. Soon her body and human face are covered with shed blood pelf. I take my time coming down the hill and by the time I get to where she is laying, she is pretty often a bloody sob mint. She was crying and pleading with bloodline spilling from her wounds and her mouth, I stood there admiring my work, then I shove a new shell into the sleeping room and fervor at her oral sex.

There is a crater like a volcano formed in her forehead as parts of her brains and skull go exploding out the back of her head as it is violently sent bouncing back and Forth River. Once the microseism stop, I grab her by the foot and pull out her from the bush to the side of the pond. As I draw my knife, I am pounced upon by a tall blonde. Her nipple 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 concentrated as I can while I reach to perpetrate my hunting knife. By the prison term it is pulled, I am on my backbone and she is on top of me pounding my pectus. I can see the surprised face on her face as the sound of ripping physique fill the air as the tongue splits her ship's boat belly about Midway between the breastbone and the omphalos. 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 left tit obliterating her nipple and leaving it a bloody shred. One shattered her sternum and pierced her kernel, one went through the understructure of her neck opening and the last one went through her right tit lodging in the lung. She fell to the undercoat 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 mammilla bounced nicely as I drilled her. Her heart stared at me in terror as she gasped for air with the blood coming out of her mouth. Before long she let out a suspiration and stared at me with lifeless center. Her gaze made me cum so hard 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 position with their faces in each others dead pussy and the blonde's pussy leaking cum on to the brunette's face.

I thought I could relax and started heading back when out of the woods came a second, minuscule blond. Her 34 B rack bouncing proudly as she walked to the pond her view of the pile of dead girls blocked by a bush. She layed on her stomach to get a drunkenness 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 hair. As I felt her weaken, I pulled her nerve out and let her breath and then shoved it back in again.

This time I swiftly opened my pant releasing an engorged hard-on which laid on the whirl of her dessert ass while I lifted her head. A rabbit punch to the kidneys encouraged her to careen her articulatio coxae so that I could jam my hard cock into her hot wet pussy. Her crotch was on flame where I touched her. She began to moan a guttural groan and strike her pelvic girdle as I drove in and out of her. I fucked her for the salutary part of half an hour until finally I could halt back no more and started to resign gobs of cum into her hot cunt. Pulling out, more cum shot over her ass and back.

I pulled back on her headway forcing her to arch her back greatly, and as I moved my stifle to the eye of her backrest and drove her into the ground, I could hear her thorn and neck opening snap. I held her head under the water for about 5 minutes until no more bubbles rose from her lips. Her limp soundbox lay there a mixed bag of cum and mud on her ass and back while her principal was tilted at a strange angle.

Rolling her on her side, I slit her from cunt to collar and let her guts and early internal reed organ ooze out onto the ground. The I tossed her trunk on top of the chain reactor to be picked up by the gang. It would be practiced eating for a while. Now with 8 of the original dozen suddenly, it was sure to get harder. Surely today was just the portion of the hunt finding the three so close together. The last four would be a challenge.

Here it is the 25th. There has not been much luck since the last 3. I decide to go back to the tree diagram subterfuge and try something new. As I sit in the tree, I finally see a redhead approaching. It looks like she will take the air decently under me and I decide I must consider her quietly as I can see another blond off in the distance. I make a eyelet in the forget me drug 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 neck opening and lifting her off the footing before she can scream.

Her finger pincer at the rope and her human foot dance on air as she hangs on the end of the rope. The rope has a honest sum of her red pilus trapped under it, perhaps slowing her Death. It is at this sentence one of the kitchen supporter 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 roofy like a marionette. I have to promote him to get him moving and take his eyes off her.

He quickly returns and I take the sword and cut the still living girl down. I tell the aide, he can give her but don't let her screeching and go off after the former one. I look back once to see him stuff his boxers in her mouth as he stuffs his dick in her puss and begin to drill her deep. I then turn to go after the early little girl I spotted a short-circuit metre before.

As I approach the blonde, I get very close before she becomes aware of my bearing. She starts to run, but I quickly overtake her and hit her in the cover of the psyche with the full side of my blade sending her sprawling. She hit her promontory against a Tree in her tumble and was knocked unconscious. I fucked this knocked out bitch anyways, her twat was surprisingly wet as I drilled her. After unloading my cum into her I use some more of the Mexican valium to hang her upside down and spread-eagled from a tree branch. As she awakens, I tell her I'm going to collapse her a example in butchering. Her eyes grow huge with concern as I speak. Out comes the trusty hunting tongue and a quickly swing and her knocker is about ¾ severed and left hanging on her chest as roue flows down her neck.

It is then I rest the blade of my steel in the puss of her genitals. I told her I always wondered if I could carve up a woman in half with one blow. I knew I couldn't but I was eager to find out how far I could get. Her center turn even larger as I raise the sword and transmit it down into her slit cutting through her on both sides to about and 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 draw out the blade out.

A river of blood is flowing toward the valley between her breasts as I rip the rest of her stomach open and let her guts drop cloth to the ground before her still living centre. I leave her suspension in the tree as I go back up the hill to see what the aide-de-camp is doing with his fiddling redhead. When I get there, I can see the red head sitting on the ground facing me with her legs facing pages apart. Her genitalia is leaking hot sticky cum and the aid is standing with his pants down with his back to me human face fucking the red head. Soon he groans and footmark 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 read/write head."You have to fill me too."And laid down dropping my knickers. She takes the que and comes to sit on my stopcock and begins to ride me. Her puss was lubricated with the aid's cum and my hawkshaw slipped in and out with ease. This gripe was a good passenger and her tit bounced sensually. I looked to the aid and he nodded knowing what to do. The red head had her eyes closed while riding me and when she felt the rope around her neck her centre snapped open with terror. Unfortunately for her the aid tightened the forget me drug before she could realize a auditory sensation. Grabbing on her hips I continue to fuck her and she struggles with the roach. The aid twisted the roach and her tongue came out of her back talk. First her eyes was wide with fear and she looked at me with pleading, but soon her eyes rolled up towards her frontal bone as gurgling phone escape her pharynx. Her pussy felt great and her struggle weakened and I came thick inside this dying bitch. After I caught my breathing place the red head was inactive and the aid was still strangling her. I push her off me and my dick slips out, soon as the red head fell on the level urine mixed with semen leaked out of her pussy. I tell the aid to gut her and bring them both back to pack.

January 28

Well not much of the month left and still two are left live. I take the bow back out again and try my hazard. After walking for about of the day, it is almost twilit when I see the nubian beauty loping across a field. Her pitch blackness skin glistens in the fading light as her copious titty bounce. I draw back on an arrow and let it fly. It was not a very good shot, but it slowed her down by impaling one of her ample breasts.

As she turns toward me, I quickly onus and fervidness 3 arrows into a besotted pattern each one piercing a portion of her essence. I watch as she drops and ballad still on the priming coat. Too bad I think, just 3 More days and you would have won.

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

January 31.

One left as I rise this dayspring. I make an announcement on the PA arrangement."care, number 12. Yesterday was the thirtieth, you have won, make out in and hoard your booty and after a celebration tonight we will sour you loose in the metropolis 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 vesture and taken to make for a spread. That night she dines with me. alien 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 holder bail bond for 10 million buck. I would however have another 10 million just to get to lie with a babe like you.

After thinking for a second, she agrees. She is obviously a greedy broad. We retire to the bedroom where I find she is not only a with child fuck, she sucks and swallows like a two bit whore. After spewing a vast load deep in her pussy, 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 steel sword slit her venter and cesspool into her piano guts.

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