Posted by Murph on October 16, 2005 at 09:45:49:
The Bunny Marathon
The finale by Murph
By mile 20, Heidi’s pace has slowed considerable. She doesn’t know it but she’s a full 3 miles behind the leader. Slogging along she can’t help but think about the other girl’s fate. The cries from Liz and what she must have endured. The gunshot she heard must have been the demise of Tia. What was the deal with Linda? Covered in blood, heading the wrong direction. She knew in all likelihood that the three of them were dead and that she would probably be next.
She scans the trail for any sign of Abby or Chelsea. The dirt trails only offer is the occasional footprint. For the past half-hour her master has been riding only 50 yards behind her. This only adds to her distress. The trail seems endless, in front of her looms another long climb. Heidi looks back over her shoulder, she can’t go on. She is both mentally and physically exhausted. Her slow run is reduced to a walk. She stops and turns to face him. She knows it’s over and is too weak to do anything about it.
She is so exhausted that she is unable to control of her bodily functions. Her bladder releases its dark yellow pee into her clear plastic panties. The liquid pushes out from the seams and runs down her thighs. The burning she feels against her chafed skin only adds to her misery. He approaches her slowly, savoring the view of his victim. The dejected look on her face can’t hide her remarkable beauty. Her incredible long hair tied back in a ponytail. Her firm young breasts heave to a pounding heart. He pulls her sodden panties past her knees. His nostrils flare at the pungent odor of pee and sweat. The lips of her cunt are reddened from rash. He grips her throat with both his hands. She says nothing, just wants it to end. His grip tightens as he raises her into the air. In a last minute fight for survival her body struggles. She trashes and twists in his grasp. Even as she squirms he is able to get his cock inside her. Her struggle only increases his pleasure. Her green eyes widen, her tongue protrudes from cracked lips. “Relax, little girl, relax. You can rest now. You no longer have to run. That’s it, that’s it.” He feels all the muscles in her body contract before the tension releases. As she goes limp he spews his load deep inside her.
Abby still can’t believe that the limey bitch almost killed her. “What the fuck was she thinking? Were all in this mess together”. She knows from the tracks that there is only one runner in front of her and wonders if it’s Chelsea or Linda? Abby doesn’t know that at this very moment Linda’s punctured body is on its way to the post race festivities. Despite the incredible stress, Abby finds the strength to power her legs. She pushes on and hopes theirs enough time to catch who’s ever ahead.
Chelsea comes off the trail and into a meadow. She can see the finish line off in the distance. Spectators are there by the hundreds. The whistling and cheering gets louder as the young girl in the lime green bikini bottoms makes her way through the crowed. The cheering raises her sprits. She straightens her back and sticks out her pointed tits. Throwing her arms in the air as she crosses the finish line. “I WON! I WON! I FUCKING WON!” Her joy is quickly squashed. The officials inform her that she didn’t go around the tree when she entered the meadow. She would have to go back out and go around it.
Chelsea is pissed and heads back out, what else can she do. She is horrified to see Abby make her way around the tree. “No! No! No fucking way is that little twat going to beat me.” They cross paths half way across the field. In a not to subtle move, Chelsea violently kicks the legs out from under Abby. Groaning loudly, she drops hard to the ground. Abby can’t get up and starts to crawl. Chelsea makes the turn around the tree and hurries back. Some in the crowed are now cheering for Abby. “Come on red. Come on red, you can do it, you can do it” they chant. She crawls closer and closer to the line. She stretches her arm just as Chelsea leaps over the line.
Again, Chelsea jumps for joy. “I did it, I did it. You all saw it. I beat her. What are you waiting for? Go ahead, kill her.” After a brief discussion with the officials, Chelsea’s master approaches her, placing his left hand on her shoulder.
“You, you can’t hurt me, I won.”
“Even though they loved your un-sportsman’s like behavior. They all felt that Red touched the finish line first.”
Her eyes widen as she feels a blow to her groin. Looking down she sees that he’s gripping the handle of a Buck knife. The cold steel is buried in her cunt. The blade is pulled up and retracts as it scrapes the bone of her pubic mound and reinserted into the base of her stomach. Holding her steady by the shoulder he wrenches the blade up to her breastbone. Some spectators gasp as she is eviscerated before their eyes. Her lime green pants now bloodied are tossed into the frenzied crowd.
A stretcher takes Abby to the medical tent, where she will be administered much needed fluids. On the way she passes out and it’s several hours before she regains consciousness. Startled at first by her surroundings. She’s laying on a gurney covered with a warm blanket, an IV attached to her arm. She quickly peeks under the blanket to see if she’s been violated. Her red panties are still intact and no signs her pussy was probed. She is starting to feel much better after receiving a second IV bag. Abby hears the revelry outside and knows that the post race festivities are in full swing. She knows she must have been hallucinating before she passed out. She could have sworn that she saw Linda and Heidi suspended by hooks through their jaws. She also had images of Tia roasting on a spit. Abby shuttered at the thought.
The flap to the tent opens. A man wearing a chef’s hat enters, his apron smeared with blood. “The organizers have asked me to apologize. They hate having to break their own rules. See, this years batch of runners were on the skinny side and frankly, we’re out of meat.” Abby’s jaw drops at the sight of the clever.
Fin.