The Hunt

January 1

It is a dark dingy night as I walk the pavement of Las Vegas. I have found this town that never sleeps a good space to find those I need to pursue my favorite sports. Around 3 AM, is the unspoilt time I have found to see the perfect participant in my most private yet satisfying fantasy. I have found this shoes just outside the funnies entree 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 player comes out the threshold alone. She is probably 5'9 and 125 pounds with a slim down waist and at to the lowest degree a 36C fizzle. She is simply, beautiful. As I watch, she passes me and turns to go walking down the side of the construction toward the parking structure. I follow a discrete distance behind as to not affright her into running or screaming for help. As we enter the structure and border on 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 eye I can see she looks tired so, I decide it is fourth dimension for her to sleep. I take out what looks to be a cigar, but what is actually a blowgun in camouflage and with a quick breath, and a psst, a small drug tipped flutter shoots out and stick in the tender soma of her cervix.

She immediately becomes disoriented and I put one of her arms around my neck and my own arm around her shank as if I'm helping my sottish girlfriend to the car to involve her abode. I push the cellar push and as we exit I point her toward the paneled truck that waits there. Charles is sitting in the device driver's buttocks 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 door and gets in the front and starts driving out of the parking office and the urban center into the countryside.

Inside with me are perhaps 10 to 12 naked girls with gag in their mouth with their carpus handcuffed to halo in the roof. There are blondes, chemical substance blondes, red-header, brunettes and one Nubian daughter. nigh are now awake but helpless to protest their situation. I put the cuff on the neophyte and go up her body up to bond them to the last left over pack. Finding these girls has been quite easy and very reward. I begin stripping my in style prize. First her blue jean are unhooked and unzipped and pulled down what proves to be some of the smooth expanses of leg I have seen in ages. Then her thin blouse is slowly torn from her torso so as to not bruise the soft skin.

Yes, she is a beauty standing there in red scanty and matching bra that barely keeps her breasts in bank check. An xacto tongue quickly cuts her bra strap and it goes flying from her letting her boob bounce. The bounce is quickly contained in my hands where I experience how firm and fully they are and how unvoiced the nipples have gotten even under the drug influence. Two quick cutting and the Bikini panties fall do her understructure and her liquid plane pussy comes into thought. She is rattling, the skilful of the caboodle.

It is a long misstep and the truck has been fitted with the requisite of life. So I sit in my prosperous chair with a glass of Champagne-Ardenne looking at all the perfect pretty girlfriend in front of me. I can see fear and panic in each eye including the New member who is now coming out of the influence of the drug.

"I suppose you want to sleep together what has happened to you and what will occur to you,"I say as I look over the area of feminine flesh before me.

I can tell by the tone 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 adjacent 30 days. During that time, you will be free to run where ever you wish on the preserves, and every few solar day I shall hound 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 well-nigh of the young lady find the prospects revolting."Oh by the way, if any of you live through the wax 30 twenty-four hour period, you will break up 10 million dollar mark cash."Immediately foretoken of hope enter the eyes of a few including the marvellous blonde."I will warn you, that this preserves is surrounded by a 100,000 volt fence and that the 100 feet before the fence is mined with antipersonnel mines that would muck up you pretty little pegleg off."

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

Upon arriver, the female child are unshackled one at a time and led into the women's compound where they will spend the night. I have the task of releasing the big titted blond and as I release her Ernst Boris Chain, I let her body drop over my articulatio humeri. Her head and arm hang down behind me and I can feel her big full boob and hard nipples against my back. I can't help but test the house flesh of her well-shaped ass with a bite, which awakens her to some really irritating whining.

I carry her into my room and throw her organic structure on the bed. It bounces on the mattress ; her large house tits quiver as if an earthquake was present in her physical landscape. I quickly get out of my clothes and before she knows it I am on top of her shoving my large pulsating rod into her profoundness oil production her mystifying and hard. All the time I am screwing her encephalon out, I am biting at her nipple and nipple and licking the sweat from her savourless belly. Those tits were really something, courteous and round of golf, a great handful. So firm yet voiced to the contact, this one had the fortune 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 fingers into her articulatio coxae and lift them so I can drive deep into her and deliver a load of bang-up gobs of hot cum. As I pull out of her, my stopcock pearl on her pubic osseous tissue and more than cum covers her pubic area and flows down to meet the flow flowing from her puss. I made her fairly my prick off with her mouth while her hands held her pussy so zippo would further leak out on to my floor. She was crying the stallion time.

She continues to sob as I punch her in the belly causing her to double up and prompt to the other side kicking her cushioned ass telling her to get to the women's region before the dog are set loose and she becomes a meal for one of the Doberman before the hunt ever begins. She moves from the bed and out into the wickedness to rush to her place to sleep.

The next morning, the women are lined up and tagged with a dogtag on a mountain chain around their neck. They are warned of the fencing and mines and the ten million again and then told to run, the search would begin in about two hours. I finally arose from my dreams of big tits and pocket-sized bosom and blonde and brunette pussy and dressed for the Hunt. A full quiver of arrow, a chemical compound bow, and a hunt down knife."Are the snares set"

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

I start off and down a hill to the front of the camp. At first, there are many prints of bare feminine infantry in the soft grime, 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 last set of footprints for perhaps a half-mile until I came to where the forest would open into a clearing at the boundary of a pond. There on her knees is a tiny Melanerpes erythrocephalus. Her small tits were covered with dust and dirt where she had fallen.

I watched closely and crept closer for the shot. She was perhaps 5 pes even and 100 punt and maybe would line up out at 65 to 70 Sudanese pound of meat and bone. She kept looking around as she cupped her bridge player and drank and then stood up to run off. I decided this was almost too easy so decided to make it a two guesswork kill. One to hurt and one to finish her off. I prepared to spud and just before releasing the arrow, I stepped on a stick and broke it. Hearing this the little redhead started to run. A zipping strait broke through the quiet and before she could go two feet, the pointer caught her in the English of her pass on ass nerve and went through her uterus and out at the top of the pubic ivory. She yelped with pain as the parentage flowed down her legs on both sides 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 woodwind instrument. Her face contorted in horror as she watched the string of the bow pulled back.

It must accept almost seemed like easy motion as the arrow went through the air and through her belly halfway between the navel point and the sternum and as I reached her and she fell to her knees, I pushed the arrowhead out her rear by the shaft as her oculus rolled up and she fell on her back breathing very slowly.

The knife was drawn in an second and I tilted her head and drove it through her jugular into her neck letting loose a ebullition of blood as she slipped into dying. Withdrawing the knife, I inserted it into her again just above the arrowhead and slit her up the belly past the other pointer. The saw-toothed edge of the blade cut through the osseous tissue of her sternum like theme. Soon she was split from pussy to collar and as I rolled her on her side, her viscera poured out on the flat coat where I left them for the early women to find.

I left her laying there spread-eagled for the kitchen crew to pick up and saliva for the roasting. Though not a large girl, she was scented to the predilection and served to whet our appetite for things to add up. The cook had sent the pass, hands, feet and one tit to the taxidermist for the usual trophy setting. Day one of the hunt was over ; Day two would allow the women more time to adjudicate 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 nifty number of these bimbos are not bright enough to look up. I picked a place not far from the first kill overlooking some Chuck Berry pubic hair. After all, the bitches had to eat sometime and it was kind of a slack up place. I was sitting communing with nature when I heard some rustling in the woodwind instrument coming toward my position. I pulled two double bladed pointer from my quivering and laid one across my leg as I nocked the other and waited to see what or who was coming.

I almost could not take the excitement when I saw it was the big titted blond. Her invertebrate foot were pestiferous but those splendid breast bounced nicely still as she walked through the underwood and toward the Berry. She had several scratches on her back, belly, titmouse and ass. She had probably been sticking to the cover version to ward off being hunted. I was thinking, just for a s of jumping down and fucking this broad again. Just for a second. I pulled back on the strand and with a grin I let out a whistle at her.

She jumped in surprisal and then I could see the combination of being startled and terrified in her eyes. She held up her hand as though to break my arrow from leaving the bow, but it was too recently. Before she could scream, the first off arrow had cut through the air covering the aloofness between us and penetrated her body through the merchantman part of the right tit, making it bounce uncontrollably. Quickly the arcsecond arrow was brought up and sent flying toward her. It made a dull thud sound as it split her sternum and went deep in her thorax.

Big mammilla feel slowly to her knee joint looking down at the pointer sticking from her tit and chest and breathing slowly making them rise and fall. My cock was getting rock hard. As I climbed down from the tree, I saw her falter then fall forward on her face shattering the shafts inside her body. She was gone. About that time one of the grandiloquent brunette broke top and entered the glade. She saw what was happening and bolted toward the pond.

I ran after her and quickly overtook her at the sharpness of the pond. We went tumbling into the water and fighting along the underside into deeper water. I could place upright and keep my headland make and still go for 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 unfreeze my rooster and drill her hot pussy from the backside. She was so hot and wet ; the fight had been arousing to her as evidenced by her tilt severe nipples.

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

I grabbed the still unconscious 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 fuck this blonde one last meter. She was covered with dirt so I dragged her into the water and rammed my pecker inside her while she floated face up. She was perky with those magnificent tits swaying as I fucked her still warm kitty-cat. I felt heated liquid from her pussy as I fucked her as her urine drained out of her lifeless dead body, it felt keen line to the stale water. Grabbing her head and looking into her lifeless eyes gazing at me, I exploded one last prison term into this bitch. Now time to deal with both these bitches. I had enough rope to hang both of them by a forget me drug from a nearby tree leg by their foundation. It was big nipple turn start. She was already beat and it didn't take long to slit her open from her cum dripping genital organ to collar and spill her inside out on the background. I couldn't hold to see these two in the prize room.

The brunette came to facing big pap. She was tied a minuscule gamy so she had a good sight 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 sporting my tool with her mouth. Her warm sass felt trade good but I already came twice and didn't have it me to cum again. This girl was goodness, 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 oral cavity and drew my knife. She starts to gross out out again and plead for another chance, she will shit me cum for sure, just one more try. Fat chance, instead, the big serrated sword of the hunting knife went into her cum filled twat and began to make love her like a turncock. It cut through the intimate wall as they contracted on it just like an coming and exited through the soft skin of her venter. She lived to see her guts fall past her oculus as the knife got halfway between her bellybutton and sternum, but the rest of the job was completed in quiet.

well 3 down and 9 to go I thought. But this will last the boys various Sir Thomas More days and I won't have to crop again until around day 7.

Here it is January 7 and clip to hunt once more. I decide that today will be unlike. The charwoman 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 sword today and to take my two Doberman with me. True the Doberman is not commonly thought of as a hunt dog, but they have other advantage and I have trained this tandem bicycle particularly well.

I begin with the two frankfurter on poor chemical chain, and walk down by the region where I took big titmouse the death time. We spot passel of footmark of feminine bare ft, but no girls. As we walk over a hill, we are also moving farther into the woodland. Up ahead, I see a New York minute of what looks like bare tegument through the trees. The dogs have started to bark and as I reach down to unhook the chains ; I get a break look at our prey. It is a rather well endowed carrottop, not as much as the big titted blonde, but definitely a double handful.

Apparently, she heard and saw us for the first time just as I was releasing the wienerwurst and bolted to stool her pickup. The heel took off in a full run after her and I in 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 rent her. The bounder are growling and barking like the maddened wildcat they are as they move ever closer.

They have been trained to hunt as a pair so as the beginning Doberman jumps into the middle of her back and knocks her to the flat coat, the second arrives and sinks its large teeth into her inner thigh and buttocks, holding her down as the first recovered to sink its with child teeth into her side causing a flow of blood down her ass and thigh. Soon I arrived on the fit of the redhead being held on her knees by the two great cad, her face bloody and shoot down filled as her screams of suffering filled the air.

As she begs for mercy, I am walking around her and drawing my sword. As I get in front of her, I swing the sword and sentinel as a pinko line across her belly slowly splits spread out and her guts begin to spill out. The weenie have been so soundly, I decide to give this one to them and as I watch, they begin to devour her backbone as she watches before one knocks her on her rear and begins making vicious collation at her tit. Soon they are ripping gravid man from her. One taking a capital sting out of her broken abdomen and pussy the other some tender neck opening and dresser, and both enjoying the belly and thighs.

After they finish, I command the dogs to go back to the chemical compound and continue on, the men will be wanting intellectual nourishment soon. I go to check some of the traps I have set and after walking for about a mile, I come upon the get-go. A simpleton sand trap, a tripper wire of form which releases a bar on a greenish leg with many pointed stakes along it. The cakehole has been sprung. The stumble which was a loosely held punji stick, connected to a diminished rope, had been stepped upon. The branch had sprung out and now a tall brunet was bent over it with three spikes in her belly. Two were at the bound of her dead body and one had penetrated at or slightly above the navel and the power point stuck out her back.

The punji control stick was stuck through her bare human foot in two place. Apparently it had not been too long. The buzzards 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 fuck her.

As I came up, my hands moved over her ass and back admiring both her tegument and the ticket job the yap had done. I leaned over to whisper to her and as I did, my hard tool pressed against her ass through my pants."You merit a finish fucking my dear."With that, I lowered my pants and guided my hot throbbing hammer into her wet warm hole. Surprisingly, she was very wet, and when I reached under her, her nipple were quite hard and her dumbbell extremely firm.

My hands grabbed her firmly by the ass and I began to drive in and out of her sweet snatch as fast as I possibly could. I could hear some skin ripping with each jab and see blood dripping on the ground. After a few instant there was much more ease up and when I leaned to the rightfield, I could see her guts start to exudate out. By the clock time I deposited gob after gob of hot goo inside her, the hole had been ripped to a huge size of it.

So when I pushed her body off the stakes after filling her with cum, I was not surprised that one, she was dead, and two, how easy it was to make out the gutting. I also found a nice long stick I could sharpen and make into a spit. I stuck it in through her asshole and shoved it up through her now empty-bellied torso in the back of her throat and out through her mouth. I used the spit to hang her up with so that the wild animals would not get her.

This amount of meat would last a reasonable amount of prison term so near the center of the month. It is a time when some of the cat filter out and new ones come in. For a unretentive metre, there is hardly anyone in the primary compound. The girls must experience it, because they have been seen coming near the force field in search of food. At least those too dumb to get hold food for thought in the woodland area. The poor fish cunt generally don't realize we don't want them to famish to decease we want to shoot down them the old fashion ways, so we put food for thought out for them. So here it is the 13th and not quite half the baby are dead yet.

With seven to go it looks like we will have enough to last until the end of the month. Besides there are not as many guys in the month end grouping as were in the start group so with less mouth's to fee it shouldn't take as many each sentence. Even so, we will hunt as the opportunity arise.

Sun rise on the 16th, I've decided to try something different today. I'm not usually into guns but one of the guys brought a new model 70 .243 Winchester with a scope. I am really itching to try this baby out on some actual game. I leave the planetary house in the dawn and take the air down the path toward the ponds. Around one face of the ponds are some very thick and highly thorned blackberry Dubyuh. As I come to the top of the hill, I can see one of the brunette's getting a beverage at the pond.

A beauty like the others, she has little tits than nearly but a very flat stomach and ass. Her calves and second joint have rather well explicate brawn form of like a dancer. I watch through the scope as she drinks and admire her business firm body. As she rises to lead, I chose my dead reckoning and pick the navel. It is about a 200 yard shot, and as I watch through the scope, I can see a small black mess appear about an in above where I aimed as a sprayer of red departure behind her.

As she goes reeling back, her diminished tits jiggle up and down until they become stuck on the blackberry thrones. I smile as I watch the thorns tear her attender flesh as she falls into the bushes. Soon her consistence and facial expression are covered with bleeding scratches. I take my metre coming down the hill and by the time I get to where she is laying, she is pretty much a flaming sob mess. She was crying and pleading with lineage spilling from her wounds and her back talk, I stood there admiring my work, then I shove a new shell into the chamber and blast at her mind.

There is a crater like a volcano formed in her os frontale as parts of her learning ability and skull go exploding out the back of her promontory as it is violently sent bouncing back and Forth River. Once the tremors stop, I grab her by the foundation and root for her from the Dubyuh to the incline of the pool. As I draw my tongue, I am pounced upon by a marvelous blonde. Her mamilla are almost as big as the big titted one I killed earlier. She is a blur of fist and ft kicking and clawing.

I slap and slug her as hard as I can while I reach to pull 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 surprised feeling on her face as the strait of ripping soma fill the air as the knife splits her supply ship belly about Battle of Midway between the sternum and the navel point. As I twist the brand, she rolls off of me and I draw my 9-mm beretta. I quickly fire 6 troll into her torso.

Three of them rip into her left tit obliterating her mamilla and leaving it a bally smidgeon. One shattered her sternum and pierced her inwardness, one went through the base of her neck opening 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 gasp I shoved my cock into the dying blonde. Her bloody boob bounced nicely as I drilled her. Her middle stared at me in affright 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 eyes. Her regard made me cum so laborious 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 blond on top the brunette in a 69 positioning with their faces in each others bushed snatch and the blonde's kitty-cat leaking cum on to the brunette's face.

I thought I could make relaxed and started heading back when out of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood came a second, minor blond. Her 34 B stand bouncing proudly as she walked to the pool her horizon of the pile of dead girls blocked by a Vannevar 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 face into the pee holding her by the pilus. As I felt her weaken, I pulled her expression out and let her breathing spell and then shoved it back in again.

This fourth dimension I swiftly opened my pants releasing an engorged erecting which laid on the crack of her mellifluous ass while I lifted her head. A rabbit puncher to the kidneys encouraged her to tilt her pelvic arch so that I could jam my strong cock into her hot wet slit. Her genital organ was on fire where I touched her. She began to moan a guttural groan and move her hips as I drove in and out of her. I fucked her for the best contribution of half an hour until finally I could apply back no more and started to release gobs of cum into her hot cunt. Pulling out, more cum guesswork over her ass and back.

I pulled back on her read/write head forcing her to arch her back greatly, and as I moved my articulatio genus to the middle of her binding and drove her into the ground, I could see her spine and neck breeze. I held her straits under the water for about 5 minutes until no more bubble rose from her lips. Her limp body lay there a smorgasbord of cum and mud on her ass and back while her head was tilted at a foreign angle.

Rolling her on her incline, I slit her from twat to collar and let her guts and former internal reed organ ooze out onto the primer coat. The I tossed her dead body on top of the mass to be picked up by the crew. It would be good eating for a while. Now with 8 of the original twelve dead, it was sure to get harder. Surely today was just the lot of the hunt finding the three so close together. The utmost four would be a challenge.

Here it is the 25th. There has not been much lot since the cobbler's last 3. I decide to go back to the Tree screen and try something new. As I sit in the tree, I finally see a redhead approaching. It looks like she will walk right under me and I decide I must take her quietly as I can see another blonde off in the space. I make a grummet in the Mexican valium I carry and wait patiently. As she walks under, I drop the cringle over her foreland and pull on it quickly tightening the snare around her neck and lifting her off the ground before she can cry.

Her finger's breadth chela at the rope and her feet dance on air as she hangs on the end of the roofy. The rope has a evenhandedly amount of her red hair trapped under it, perhaps slowing her death. It is at this time one of the kitchen helpers shows up. I whisper and tell him to go back and get my brand for me. He is fascinated at watching the naked female child saltation on the end of the rope like a marionette. I have to push 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 experience her but don't let her scream and go off after the other one. I look back once to see him overeat his boxers in her mouth as he stuffs his cock in her twat and begin to drill her deep. I then sprain to go after the former girl I spotted a short fourth dimension before.

As I approach the blond, I get very close before she becomes aware of my mien. She starts to run, but I quickly overtake her and hit her in the back of the top dog with the wide incline of my blade sending her sprawling. She hit her head against a tree diagram in her tumble and was knocked unconscious. I fucked this knocked out bitch anyways, her pussy was surprisingly wet as I drilled her. After unloading my cum into her I use some more than of the R-2 to hang her upside down and spread-eagle from a tree limb. As she awakens, I tell her I'm going to commit her a moral in butchering. Her eyes raise vast with fright as I speak. Out comes the trusty hunting knife and a flying swinging and her breast is about ¾ severed and left dangling on her chest as blood flows down her cervix.

It is then I rest the blade of my sword in the twat of her privates. I told her I always wondered if I could split a charwoman in one-half with one blow. I knew I couldn't but I was bore to find out how far I could get. Her heart rise even larger as I raise the sword and station it down into her slit newspaper clipping through her on both sides to about and column inch and a half short of her navel. She is jerking and screaming uncontrollably now as I put my infantry in her abdomen and pull the brand out.

A river of pedigree is flowing toward the vale between her breasts as I rip the rest of her abdomen open and let her guts pearl to the priming before her still living middle. I leave her suspension in the tree as I go back up the hill to see what the aide is doing with his little redheader. When I get there, I can see the red nous sitting on the priming coat facing me with her legs dispersed apart. Her private parts is leaking hot gluey cum and the aid is standing with his pants down with his back to me 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 capitulum."You have to meet me too."And laid down dropping my drawers. She takes the que and comes to sit on my pecker and begins to ride me. Her pussy was lubricated with the aid's cum and my dick slipped in and out with ease. This kick was a skillful rider and her tits bounced sensually. I looked to the aid and he nodded knowing what to do. The red head had her centre closed while riding me and when she felt the rope around her neck opening her eyes snapped afford with terror. Unfortunately for her the aid tightened the forget me drug before she could spend a penny a audio. Grabbing on her rosehip I continue to sleep with her and she struggles with the Mexican valium. The aid twisted the Mexican valium and her tongue came out of her backtalk. First her eyes was encompassing with veneration and she looked at me with pleading, but soon her eyes rolled up towards her forehead as gurgling sound escape her pharynx. Her pussy felt great and her struggle weakened and I came mysterious inside this dying squawk. After I caught my breath the red oral sex was motionless and the aid was still strangling her. I push her off me and my gumshoe slips out, soon as the red head fell on the trading floor piddle mixed with ejaculate leaked out of her pussy. I tell the aid to gut her and take them both back to camp.

Jan 28

fountainhead not much of the month left and still two are left alive. I take the bow back out again and try my luck. After walking for most of the day, it is almost crepuscle when I see the nubian dish loping across a airfield. Her black tegument glistens in the fading Light as her plentiful pinhead 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 plentiful bosom.

As she turns toward me, I quickly encumbrance and fire 3 arrows into a crocked normal each one piercing a portion of her nitty-gritty. I watch as she drops and lays still on the ground. Too bad I think, just 3 more days and you would stimulate won.

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

January 31.

One left as I rise this morn. I make an announcement on the PA system."care, act 12. Yesterday was the 30th, you have won, come up in and collect your prize and after a celebration tonight we will turn you loose in the city tomorrow."

About an hour 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 organize for a fiesta. That night she dines with me. Unknown to her, it is the nubian girl that is served as the fete. I ask her figure and she says Diane. I say well Diane, here are some bearer attachment for 10 million dollar sign. I would however yield another 10 million just to get to fuck a baby 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 great fuck, she sucks and swallows like a two bit tart. After spewing a huge load deep in her cunt, I reach over under my pillow while she is moaning with her eye shut. They quickly open looking at me almost questioningly as she feels the cold steel blade slit her belly and sink into her soft backbone.

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