Cunt & uterus busting - guns knives etc Forum Cunt Hunt 1
GyneKillerJest
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Mar 20th 2023
They were a hunting club like no other. All members were lesbians who'd joined the group through invitation only. Their prey were other women. Their 'sport' was the "Cunt Hunt". The rules were simple; all prey had to be targeted and hit in their reproductive area - no exceptions! Equally important, the prey had to be 'cunts' themselves. Flat-out bitches who were hated and despised by virtually all who knew them.
Many of the prey were gym rats with Narcissistic personality disorders. The bitches never knew that they were being assessed and selected as their behavior and bodies were observed in the various health clubs they belonged to. The cunts were selected based upon their bitchy interactions with others, as well as the attractiveness of their bodies in the locker rooms and communal showers of the gyms - where the huntresses also worked-out.
Hannah was an easy choice. She stood five foot, seven inches tall. Her 21 year old body was fit and toned. She had long straight and very dark brown hair - almost black. She sported a thick, but well-manicured (bikini-trimmed) pie-wedge muff. She also had some hair in her ass crack. Not a lot; but, still noticeable.
The huntresses themselves were a mix of eccentric women with a common interest in hunting and killing other females. Wendy was the oldest, at 71. Her hair was dark brown. She was also the tallest, at 5'10". Annie, at 69, was close to Wendy's age. She had gray hair and stood 5'3" tall. Kristy was 27, stood 5'3" tall and had medium brown hair. Jodie was also 27, standing 5'4" tall and having natural blonde hair. Deanna was 26 years old and stood 5'5" tall; also with natural blonde hair. All of the huntresses had triangular pubic hair muffs.
All of the hunting took place in remote and secluded areas of the vast acreage of property owned by Wendy, miles away from the nearest neighbor.
The women generally limited their hunting weaponry to one of three specific tools: scoped .22 caliber rifles with suppressors, scoped .30 caliber M-1 carbines with suppressors or scoped crossbows. The women chose the carbines for Hannah.
Kristy, Jodie and Deanna surrounded and chloroformed Hannah in the parking lot of her gym. She awakened in a barn to find herself strapped - spreadeagled - into a gynecologist's chair. Wendy was licking her pussy and she saw Annie, standing off to the side and sniffing her middle finger - which she'd just pulled out of Hannah's sexy firm ass. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna were sitting off to the side and diddling themselves as they watched the elders take their turns (last).
"What the fuck do you think you're doing to me"?!, demanded Hannah. "Let me go, immediately"!, she hissed. That got a laugh. "All in good time and very shortly, my dear" replied Wendy.
Annie and Wendy grabbed their carbines and three 30-round magazines of hollowpoint ammunition and radios with freshly charged batteries before leaving the barn and driving all-terrain vehicles to their blocking points about a mile and a half away. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna gave the elder huntresses plenty of time to drive out of earshot and establish good camouflage and concealment in their blocking points.
Only then did they grab their own radios, carbines and release Hannah from her restraints and take her to the barn door. The surrounding area was heavily forested and steeply uphill on three sides. Deanna looked at Hannah, pointed downhill and said they'd give her a 5-minute head start. The only thing Hannah was wearing was her gym shoes and socks. Hannah glared at the three huntresses incredulously. Jodie fired two suppressed shots into the ground near Hannah's feet as Kristy pointed downhill and told the nude bitch the clock was ticking.
Hannah sprinted away, heading downhill, as fast as she could. The foliage made some small cuts on Hannah's arms and legs as she ran away, silently vowing that she'd report her abduction and lesbian mauling to the police at her first opportunity. She just hoped her lengthy arrest record and extremely vocal anti-police activism wouldn't make the cops be indifferent towards her.
Hannah briefly stopped to catch her breath. In the distance behind her, she could hear the faint sound of one of her captors breaking through the brush in pursuit.
Hannah started running again, down an ever narrowing pathway parting the landscape. Wendy was, by now, watching Hannah through her scope; furious that Hannah had chosen a route that would inevitably deliver her right into the clutches of Annie. Annie, who was very well-concealed, observed Hannah's approach with great anticipation as she felt a stirring in her loins and an increasing moistness in her furry crotch.
Annie studied the grass and trees in the area and saw no signs of the wind blowing. She grinned when Hannah approached and stopped to catch her breath - only 75 yards away. Annie centered her crosshairs on Hannah's muff; about an inch and a half above Hannah's crotch. She held her breath and squeezed the trigger.
Annie's aim was true with her shot impacting precisely in the centerline, about 3/4 of an inch above Hannah's vulva 'notch'. A yellow mist exploded out of Hannah's muff; quickly followed by a squirt of crimson blood. Hannah froze and uttered a bloodcurdling scream, as more blood poured out of her cunt and asshole, running down her thighs. She sank to her knees gasping, before attempting to stand and run again. Hannah quickly fell on her back, screaming and clutching her wounded pussy as she writhed in agony.
Hannah was still wailing when the group of lesbian huntresses converged on her and admired Annie's marksmanship. Kristy and Jodie knelt down and pried Hannah's hands away from her bush so they could get a better look at the wound. The bullet had struck dead center in the middle of Hannah's muff, passing through her bladder and cunt before coming to rest where it lodged in the far side of her rectum.
"Nice shot, Annie"!, exclaimed Kristy. "Pretty good, huh"?, replied a proud Annie.
"AIIIEEEE", screamed Hannah. "Oh, please, help me"!, she pleaded. "Please, call an ambulance"!, Hannah begged.
The lesbian huntresses totally ignored her. "That was one pretty shot", lamented Deanna. "Definitely the most gorgeous twat shot I've ever seen"., added Jodie. Wendy stood quietly, thinking of how erotic she found it to see women shoot other women in the pussy. The women continued to converse as Hannah bled-out, lost consciousness and eventually succumbed to her fatal cunt wound.
Go for her groin or go home
Many of the prey were gym rats with Narcissistic personality disorders. The bitches never knew that they were being assessed and selected as their behavior and bodies were observed in the various health clubs they belonged to. The cunts were selected based upon their bitchy interactions with others, as well as the attractiveness of their bodies in the locker rooms and communal showers of the gyms - where the huntresses also worked-out.
Hannah was an easy choice. She stood five foot, seven inches tall. Her 21 year old body was fit and toned. She had long straight and very dark brown hair - almost black. She sported a thick, but well-manicured (bikini-trimmed) pie-wedge muff. She also had some hair in her ass crack. Not a lot; but, still noticeable.
The huntresses themselves were a mix of eccentric women with a common interest in hunting and killing other females. Wendy was the oldest, at 71. Her hair was dark brown. She was also the tallest, at 5'10". Annie, at 69, was close to Wendy's age. She had gray hair and stood 5'3" tall. Kristy was 27, stood 5'3" tall and had medium brown hair. Jodie was also 27, standing 5'4" tall and having natural blonde hair. Deanna was 26 years old and stood 5'5" tall; also with natural blonde hair. All of the huntresses had triangular pubic hair muffs.
All of the hunting took place in remote and secluded areas of the vast acreage of property owned by Wendy, miles away from the nearest neighbor.
The women generally limited their hunting weaponry to one of three specific tools: scoped .22 caliber rifles with suppressors, scoped .30 caliber M-1 carbines with suppressors or scoped crossbows. The women chose the carbines for Hannah.
Kristy, Jodie and Deanna surrounded and chloroformed Hannah in the parking lot of her gym. She awakened in a barn to find herself strapped - spreadeagled - into a gynecologist's chair. Wendy was licking her pussy and she saw Annie, standing off to the side and sniffing her middle finger - which she'd just pulled out of Hannah's sexy firm ass. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna were sitting off to the side and diddling themselves as they watched the elders take their turns (last).
"What the fuck do you think you're doing to me"?!, demanded Hannah. "Let me go, immediately"!, she hissed. That got a laugh. "All in good time and very shortly, my dear" replied Wendy.
Annie and Wendy grabbed their carbines and three 30-round magazines of hollowpoint ammunition and radios with freshly charged batteries before leaving the barn and driving all-terrain vehicles to their blocking points about a mile and a half away. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna gave the elder huntresses plenty of time to drive out of earshot and establish good camouflage and concealment in their blocking points.
Only then did they grab their own radios, carbines and release Hannah from her restraints and take her to the barn door. The surrounding area was heavily forested and steeply uphill on three sides. Deanna looked at Hannah, pointed downhill and said they'd give her a 5-minute head start. The only thing Hannah was wearing was her gym shoes and socks. Hannah glared at the three huntresses incredulously. Jodie fired two suppressed shots into the ground near Hannah's feet as Kristy pointed downhill and told the nude bitch the clock was ticking.
Hannah sprinted away, heading downhill, as fast as she could. The foliage made some small cuts on Hannah's arms and legs as she ran away, silently vowing that she'd report her abduction and lesbian mauling to the police at her first opportunity. She just hoped her lengthy arrest record and extremely vocal anti-police activism wouldn't make the cops be indifferent towards her.
Hannah briefly stopped to catch her breath. In the distance behind her, she could hear the faint sound of one of her captors breaking through the brush in pursuit.
Hannah started running again, down an ever narrowing pathway parting the landscape. Wendy was, by now, watching Hannah through her scope; furious that Hannah had chosen a route that would inevitably deliver her right into the clutches of Annie. Annie, who was very well-concealed, observed Hannah's approach with great anticipation as she felt a stirring in her loins and an increasing moistness in her furry crotch.
Annie studied the grass and trees in the area and saw no signs of the wind blowing. She grinned when Hannah approached and stopped to catch her breath - only 75 yards away. Annie centered her crosshairs on Hannah's muff; about an inch and a half above Hannah's crotch. She held her breath and squeezed the trigger.
Annie's aim was true with her shot impacting precisely in the centerline, about 3/4 of an inch above Hannah's vulva 'notch'. A yellow mist exploded out of Hannah's muff; quickly followed by a squirt of crimson blood. Hannah froze and uttered a bloodcurdling scream, as more blood poured out of her cunt and asshole, running down her thighs. She sank to her knees gasping, before attempting to stand and run again. Hannah quickly fell on her back, screaming and clutching her wounded pussy as she writhed in agony.
Hannah was still wailing when the group of lesbian huntresses converged on her and admired Annie's marksmanship. Kristy and Jodie knelt down and pried Hannah's hands away from her bush so they could get a better look at the wound. The bullet had struck dead center in the middle of Hannah's muff, passing through her bladder and cunt before coming to rest where it lodged in the far side of her rectum.
"Nice shot, Annie"!, exclaimed Kristy. "Pretty good, huh"?, replied a proud Annie.
"AIIIEEEE", screamed Hannah. "Oh, please, help me"!, she pleaded. "Please, call an ambulance"!, Hannah begged.
The lesbian huntresses totally ignored her. "That was one pretty shot", lamented Deanna. "Definitely the most gorgeous twat shot I've ever seen"., added Jodie. Wendy stood quietly, thinking of how erotic she found it to see women shoot other women in the pussy. The women continued to converse as Hannah bled-out, lost consciousness and eventually succumbed to her fatal cunt wound.
Go for her groin or go home
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Farside1
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Mar 20th 2023
[ That was great. I love how you gave them all some public hair. The indifference of the hunters to their victim's pleas was very psychopathic too. I look forward to more hunts. I'd love to read about hunts with the cross bows. The vics getting it right though their cunt hair and the bolt vibrating as it enters the body followed by the blood squirt from the new hole in their crotches. There could be some misses that hit the asshole too right? Are you planning chapter two soon?
quote author=GyneKillerJest]
They were a hunting club like no other. All members were lesbians who'd joined the group through invitation only. Their prey were other women. Their 'sport' was the "Cunt Hunt". The rules were simple; all prey had to be targeted and hit in their reproductive area - no exceptions! Equally important, the prey had to be 'cunts' themselves. Flat-out bitches who were hated and despised by virtually all who knew the
Many of the prey were gym rats with Narcissistic personality disorders. The bitches never knew that they were being assessed and selected as their behavior and bodies were observed in the various health clubs they belonged to. The cunts were selected based upon their bitchy interactions with others, as well as the attractiveness of their bodies in the locker rooms and communal showers of the gyms - where the huntresses also worked-out.
Hannah was an easy choice. She stood five foot, seven inches tall. Her 21 year old body was fit and toned. She had long straight and very dark brown hair - almost black. She sported a thick, but well-manicured (bikini-trimmed) pie-wedge muff. She also had some hair in her ass crack. Not a lot; but, still noticeable.
The huntresses themselves were a mix of eccentric women with a common interest in hunting and killing other females. Wendy was the oldest, at 71. Her hair was dark brown. She was also the tallest, at 5'10". Annie, at 69, was close to Wendy's age. She had gray hair and stood 5'3" tall. Kristy was 27, stood 5'3" tall and had medium brown hair. Jodie was also 27, standing 5'4" tall and having natural blonde hair. Deanna was 26 years old and stood 5'5" tall; also with natural blonde hair. All of the huntresses had triangular pubic hair muffs.
All of the hunting took place in remote and secluded areas of the vast acreage of property owned by Wendy, miles away from the nearest neighbor.
The women generally limited their hunting weaponry to one of three specific tools: scoped .22 caliber rifles with suppressors, scoped .30 caliber M-1 carbines with suppressors or scoped crossbows. The women chose the carbines for Hannah.
Kristy, Jodie and Deanna surrounded and chloroformed Hannah in the parking lot of her gym. She awakened in a barn to find herself strapped - spreadeagled - into a gynecologist's chair. Wendy was licking her pussy and she saw Annie, standing off to the side and sniffing her middle finger - which she'd just pulled out of Hannah's sexy firm ass. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna were sitting off to the side and diddling themselves as they watched the elders take their turns (last).
"What the fuck do you think you're doing to me"?!, demanded Hannah. "Let me go, immediately"!, she hissed. That got a laugh. "All in good time and very shortly, my dear" replied Wendy.
Annie and Wendy grabbed their carbines and three 30-round magazines of hollowpoint ammunition and radios with freshly charged batteries before leaving the barn and driving all-terrain vehicles to their blocking points about a mile and a half away. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna gave the elder huntresses plenty of time to drive out of earshot and establish good camouflage and concealment in their blocking points.
Only then did they grab their own radios, carbines and release Hannah from her restraints and take her to the barn door. The surrounding area was heavily forested and steeply uphill on three sides. Deanna looked at Hannah, pointed downhill and said they'd give her a 5-minute head start. The only thing Hannah was wearing was her gym shoes and socks. Hannah glared at the three huntresses incredulously. Jodie fired two suppressed shots into the ground near Hannah's feet as Kristy pointed downhill and told the nude bitch the clock was ticking.
Hannah sprinted away, heading downhill, as fast as she could. The foliage made some small cuts on Hannah's arms and legs as she ran away, silently vowing that she'd report her abduction and lesbian mauling to the police at her first opportunity. She just hoped her lengthy arrest record and extremely vocal anti-police activism wouldn't make the cops be indifferent towards her.
Hannah briefly stopped to catch her breath. In the distance behind her, she could hear the faint sound of one of her captors breaking through the brush in pursuit.
Hannah started running again, down an ever narrowing pathway parting the landscape. Wendy was, by now, watching Hannah through her scope; furious that Hannah had chosen a route that would inevitably deliver her right into the clutches of Annie. Annie, who was very well-concealed, observed Hannah's approach with great anticipation as she felt a stirring in her loins and an increasing moistness in her furry crotch.
Annie studied the grass and trees in the area and saw no signs of the wind blowing. She grinned when Hannah approached and stopped to catch her breath - only 75 yards away. Annie centered her crosshairs on Hannah's muff; about an inch and a half above Hannah's crotch. She held her breath and squeezed the trigger.
Annie's aim was true with her shot impacting precisely in the centerline, about 3/4 of an inch above Hannah's vulva 'notch'. A yellow mist exploded out of Hannah's muff; quickly followed by a squirt of crimson blood. Hannah froze and uttered a bloodcurdling scream, as more blood poured out of her cunt and asshole, running down her thighs. She sank to her knees gasping, before attempting to stand and run again. Hannah quickly fell on her back, screaming and clutching her wounded pussy as she writhed in agony.
Hannah was still wailing when the group of lesbian huntresses converged on her and admired Annie's marksmanship. Kristy and Jodie knelt down and pried Hannah's hands away from her bush so they could get a better look at the wound. The bullet had struck dead center in the middle of Hannah's muff, passing through her bladder and cunt before coming to rest where it lodged in the far side of her rectum.
"Nice shot, Annie"!, exclaimed Kristy. "Pretty good, huh"?, replied a proud Annie.
"AIIIEEEE", screamed Hannah. "Oh, please, help me"!, she pleaded. "Please, call an ambulance"!, Hannah begged.
The lesbian huntresses totally ignored her. "That was one pretty shot", lamented Deanna. "Definitely the most gorgeous twat shot I've ever seen"., added Jodie. Wendy stood quietly, thinking of how erotic she found it to see women shoot other women in the pussy. The women continued to converse as Hannah bled-out, lost consciousness and eventually succumbed to her fatal cunt wound.
Go for her groin or go home
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Farside11
quote author=GyneKillerJest]
They were a hunting club like no other. All members were lesbians who'd joined the group through invitation only. Their prey were other women. Their 'sport' was the "Cunt Hunt". The rules were simple; all prey had to be targeted and hit in their reproductive area - no exceptions! Equally important, the prey had to be 'cunts' themselves. Flat-out bitches who were hated and despised by virtually all who knew the
Many of the prey were gym rats with Narcissistic personality disorders. The bitches never knew that they were being assessed and selected as their behavior and bodies were observed in the various health clubs they belonged to. The cunts were selected based upon their bitchy interactions with others, as well as the attractiveness of their bodies in the locker rooms and communal showers of the gyms - where the huntresses also worked-out.
Hannah was an easy choice. She stood five foot, seven inches tall. Her 21 year old body was fit and toned. She had long straight and very dark brown hair - almost black. She sported a thick, but well-manicured (bikini-trimmed) pie-wedge muff. She also had some hair in her ass crack. Not a lot; but, still noticeable.
The huntresses themselves were a mix of eccentric women with a common interest in hunting and killing other females. Wendy was the oldest, at 71. Her hair was dark brown. She was also the tallest, at 5'10". Annie, at 69, was close to Wendy's age. She had gray hair and stood 5'3" tall. Kristy was 27, stood 5'3" tall and had medium brown hair. Jodie was also 27, standing 5'4" tall and having natural blonde hair. Deanna was 26 years old and stood 5'5" tall; also with natural blonde hair. All of the huntresses had triangular pubic hair muffs.
All of the hunting took place in remote and secluded areas of the vast acreage of property owned by Wendy, miles away from the nearest neighbor.
The women generally limited their hunting weaponry to one of three specific tools: scoped .22 caliber rifles with suppressors, scoped .30 caliber M-1 carbines with suppressors or scoped crossbows. The women chose the carbines for Hannah.
Kristy, Jodie and Deanna surrounded and chloroformed Hannah in the parking lot of her gym. She awakened in a barn to find herself strapped - spreadeagled - into a gynecologist's chair. Wendy was licking her pussy and she saw Annie, standing off to the side and sniffing her middle finger - which she'd just pulled out of Hannah's sexy firm ass. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna were sitting off to the side and diddling themselves as they watched the elders take their turns (last).
"What the fuck do you think you're doing to me"?!, demanded Hannah. "Let me go, immediately"!, she hissed. That got a laugh. "All in good time and very shortly, my dear" replied Wendy.
Annie and Wendy grabbed their carbines and three 30-round magazines of hollowpoint ammunition and radios with freshly charged batteries before leaving the barn and driving all-terrain vehicles to their blocking points about a mile and a half away. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna gave the elder huntresses plenty of time to drive out of earshot and establish good camouflage and concealment in their blocking points.
Only then did they grab their own radios, carbines and release Hannah from her restraints and take her to the barn door. The surrounding area was heavily forested and steeply uphill on three sides. Deanna looked at Hannah, pointed downhill and said they'd give her a 5-minute head start. The only thing Hannah was wearing was her gym shoes and socks. Hannah glared at the three huntresses incredulously. Jodie fired two suppressed shots into the ground near Hannah's feet as Kristy pointed downhill and told the nude bitch the clock was ticking.
Hannah sprinted away, heading downhill, as fast as she could. The foliage made some small cuts on Hannah's arms and legs as she ran away, silently vowing that she'd report her abduction and lesbian mauling to the police at her first opportunity. She just hoped her lengthy arrest record and extremely vocal anti-police activism wouldn't make the cops be indifferent towards her.
Hannah briefly stopped to catch her breath. In the distance behind her, she could hear the faint sound of one of her captors breaking through the brush in pursuit.
Hannah started running again, down an ever narrowing pathway parting the landscape. Wendy was, by now, watching Hannah through her scope; furious that Hannah had chosen a route that would inevitably deliver her right into the clutches of Annie. Annie, who was very well-concealed, observed Hannah's approach with great anticipation as she felt a stirring in her loins and an increasing moistness in her furry crotch.
Annie studied the grass and trees in the area and saw no signs of the wind blowing. She grinned when Hannah approached and stopped to catch her breath - only 75 yards away. Annie centered her crosshairs on Hannah's muff; about an inch and a half above Hannah's crotch. She held her breath and squeezed the trigger.
Annie's aim was true with her shot impacting precisely in the centerline, about 3/4 of an inch above Hannah's vulva 'notch'. A yellow mist exploded out of Hannah's muff; quickly followed by a squirt of crimson blood. Hannah froze and uttered a bloodcurdling scream, as more blood poured out of her cunt and asshole, running down her thighs. She sank to her knees gasping, before attempting to stand and run again. Hannah quickly fell on her back, screaming and clutching her wounded pussy as she writhed in agony.
Hannah was still wailing when the group of lesbian huntresses converged on her and admired Annie's marksmanship. Kristy and Jodie knelt down and pried Hannah's hands away from her bush so they could get a better look at the wound. The bullet had struck dead center in the middle of Hannah's muff, passing through her bladder and cunt before coming to rest where it lodged in the far side of her rectum.
"Nice shot, Annie"!, exclaimed Kristy. "Pretty good, huh"?, replied a proud Annie.
"AIIIEEEE", screamed Hannah. "Oh, please, help me"!, she pleaded. "Please, call an ambulance"!, Hannah begged.
The lesbian huntresses totally ignored her. "That was one pretty shot", lamented Deanna. "Definitely the most gorgeous twat shot I've ever seen"., added Jodie. Wendy stood quietly, thinking of how erotic she found it to see women shoot other women in the pussy. The women continued to converse as Hannah bled-out, lost consciousness and eventually succumbed to her fatal cunt wound.
Go for her groin or go home
[/quote]
Farside11
Farside1
Group Member
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Mar 27th 2023
[ That was great. I love how you gave them all some public hair. The indifference of the hunters to their victim's pleas was very psychopathic too. I look forward to more hunts. I'd love to read about hunts with the cross bows. The vics getting it right though their cunt hair and the bolt vibrating as it enters the body followed by the blood squirt from the new hole in their crotches. There could be some misses that hit the asshole too right? Are you planning chapter two soon? more, more, MORE, MORE, MORE., MORE
quote author=GyneKillerJest]
They were a hunting club like no other. All members were lesbians who'd joined the group through invitation only. Their prey were other women. Their 'sport' was the "Cunt Hunt". The rules were simple; all prey had to be targeted and hit in their reproductive area - no exceptions! Equally important, the prey had to be 'cunts' themselves. Flat-out bitches who were hated and despised by virtually all who knew the
Many of the prey were gym rats with Narcissistic personality disorders. The bitches never knew that they were being assessed and selected as their behavior and bodies were observed in the various health clubs they belonged to. The cunts were selected based upon their bitchy interactions with others, as well as the attractiveness of their bodies in the locker rooms and communal showers of the gyms - where the huntresses also worked-out.
Hannah was an easy choice. She stood five foot, seven inches tall. Her 21 year old body was fit and toned. She had long straight and very dark brown hair - almost black. She sported a thick, but well-manicured (bikini-trimmed) pie-wedge muff. She also had some hair in her ass crack. Not a lot; but, still noticeable.
The huntresses themselves were a mix of eccentric women with a common interest in hunting and killing other females. Wendy was the oldest, at 71. Her hair was dark brown. She was also the tallest, at 5'10". Annie, at 69, was close to Wendy's age. She had gray hair and stood 5'3" tall. Kristy was 27, stood 5'3" tall and had medium brown hair. Jodie was also 27, standing 5'4" tall and having natural blonde hair. Deanna was 26 years old and stood 5'5" tall; also with natural blonde hair. All of the huntresses had triangular pubic hair muffs.
All of the hunting took place in remote and secluded areas of the vast acreage of property owned by Wendy, miles away from the nearest neighbor.
The women generally limited their hunting weaponry to one of three specific tools: scoped .22 caliber rifles with suppressors, scoped .30 caliber M-1 carbines with suppressors or scoped crossbows. The women chose the carbines for Hannah.
Kristy, Jodie and Deanna surrounded and chloroformed Hannah in the parking lot of her gym. She awakened in a barn to find herself strapped - spreadeagled - into a gynecologist's chair. Wendy was licking her pussy and she saw Annie, standing off to the side and sniffing her middle finger - which she'd just pulled out of Hannah's sexy firm ass. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna were sitting off to the side and diddling themselves as they watched the elders take their turns (last).
"What the fuck do you think you're doing to me"?!, demanded Hannah. "Let me go, immediately"!, she hissed. That got a laugh. "All in good time and very shortly, my dear" replied Wendy.
Annie and Wendy grabbed their carbines and three 30-round magazines of hollowpoint ammunition and radios with freshly charged batteries before leaving the barn and driving all-terrain vehicles to their blocking points about a mile and a half away. Kristy, Jodie and Deanna gave the elder huntresses plenty of time to drive out of earshot and establish good camouflage and concealment in their blocking points.
Only then did they grab their own radios, carbines and release Hannah from her restraints and take her to the barn door. The surrounding area was heavily forested and steeply uphill on three sides. Deanna looked at Hannah, pointed downhill and said they'd give her a 5-minute head start. The only thing Hannah was wearing was her gym shoes and socks. Hannah glared at the three huntresses incredulously. Jodie fired two suppressed shots into the ground near Hannah's feet as Kristy pointed downhill and told the nude bitch the clock was ticking.
Hannah sprinted away, heading downhill, as fast as she could. The foliage made some small cuts on Hannah's arms and legs as she ran away, silently vowing that she'd report her abduction and lesbian mauling to the police at her first opportunity. She just hoped her lengthy arrest record and extremely vocal anti-police activism wouldn't make the cops be indifferent towards her.
Hannah briefly stopped to catch her breath. In the distance behind her, she could hear the faint sound of one of her captors breaking through the brush in pursuit.
Hannah started running again, down an ever narrowing pathway parting the landscape. Wendy was, by now, watching Hannah through her scope; furious that Hannah had chosen a route that would inevitably deliver her right into the clutches of Annie. Annie, who was very well-concealed, observed Hannah's approach with great anticipation as she felt a stirring in her loins and an increasing moistness in her furry crotch.
Annie studied the grass and trees in the area and saw no signs of the wind blowing. She grinned when Hannah approached and stopped to catch her breath - only 75 yards away. Annie centered her crosshairs on Hannah's muff; about an inch and a half above Hannah's crotch. She held her breath and squeezed the trigger.
Annie's aim was true with her shot impacting precisely in the centerline, about 3/4 of an inch above Hannah's vulva 'notch'. A yellow mist exploded out of Hannah's muff; quickly followed by a squirt of crimson blood. Hannah froze and uttered a bloodcurdling scream, as more blood poured out of her cunt and asshole, running down her thighs. She sank to her knees gasping, before attempting to stand and run again. Hannah quickly fell on her back, screaming and clutching her wounded pussy as she writhed in agony.
Hannah was still wailing when the group of lesbian huntresses converged on her and admired Annie's marksmanship. Kristy and Jodie knelt down and pried Hannah's hands away from her bush so they could get a better look at the wound. The bullet had struck dead center in the middle of Hannah's muff, passing through her bladder and cunt before coming to rest where it lodged in the far side of her rectum.
"Nice shot, Annie"!, exclaimed Kristy. "Pretty good, huh"?, replied a proud Annie.
"AIIIEEEE", screamed Hannah. "Oh, please, help me"!, she pleaded. "Please, call an ambulance"!, Hannah begged.
The lesbian huntresses totally ignored her. "That was one pretty shot", lamented Deanna. "Definitely the most gorgeous twat shot I've ever seen"., added Jodie. Wendy stood quietly, thinking of how erotic she found it to see women shoot other women in the pussy. The women continued to converse as Hannah bled-out, lost consciousness and eventually succumbed to her fatal cunt wound.
Go for her groin or go home
Farside11
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