Posted by Amy on January 28, 2001 at 18:04:50:
Fifteen young women and one young man stood on an uncharted island in the South Pacific. The young women all wore long tight dresses and the young man wore a blue shirt and gray dress pants.
"Why are we here?" the young man, Patrick by name, asked.
"The answer is very simple. You are all here as part of a hunting expedition. The young ladies by my choice as my quarry. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, but I'm sure I can come up with an amusing death for you as well." a man's voice answered from a nearby speaker.
"You can't hunt us, we're human beings." Carol, a raven haired beauty, said.
"You have a two hours head start. If you survive for one week on this deserted island then I will have you transported to the mainland safely."
"But..." a red head named Pam began.
"You have 1 hour 59 mintues and 30 seconds left on your head start."
The entire party scattered into the jungle of the small island, which most would have considered paradise at another time.
Three hours later Judy was the first to be found. She was about medium height, and had the body of a model, long brown hair, and big sparkling blue eyes. Her tight purple dress clung to her like a second skin in the tropic humidity. She never even saw it coming, but she heard the loud solid thump as an arrow hit the middle of her belly.
"OOooooohhhhh!" Judy squealled as she wrapped her trembling hands around the shaft.
Another thump and Judy's right shoulder was pushed back. A terrified and shocked look came over her face as she looked down at an arrow sticking in her large right breast. Thump. Judy hunched her shoulders and grimaced as an arrow slid into her left breast.
"Ooooo!" Judy moaned as blood sputtered over her lower lip.
She crumpled and fell in a heap, never to move again.
Ada, a small blonde bombshell was the next prey. Her nearly perfect looks gave her a very innocent appearance. She had been a model at one time, but had lately let her exercise schedule go by the way to take care of your newborn daughter and it was beginning to show. Too late she heard a branch snap behind her. She managed a faint gasp before a rope slipped over her head. She groped for the rope as it burned her throat. A knee in the small of her back bent her back, and put even more weight down on the rope. Her eyes bulged and her mouth opened in gasps that would not come. She tried everything her oxygen starved brain could think of to get away, but he countered every move. What seemed like an eternity was a mere two minutes before her pretty green eyes rolled upward and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her stretched belly heaved in and out twice, then fell still. Ada was brain dead and the rest of her body would soon follow.
Lori was the next victim of this hunter. She was a tall wispy blonde with a slim body and looks that most would die for. Her dark green dress was so tight that it left very little to the imagination. Her blue eyes snapped open wide as she saw a man standing in front of her on the path she was on. He wore camoflage fatigues and had a camoflage mask over his face. The reason that this lovely young lady had gasped was not his appearance but the thin rapier that he held to her throat. She gulped as he eased the razor sharp blade down her body, carefully not cutting her or her dress. He stopped at the slight dip in her abdomen at her waist.
"You're in great shape, Lori, this is really going to hurt." he said.
When he spoke she recognized his voice as the one who was hunting her. Her jaw dropped and her eyes closed tightly as he inched the blade into her gut. It took him almost a minute to touch the hilt to her already bloody belly. In the entire time all Lori could manage was a weak whine.
"Awwh, poor girl, you breath with your belly don't you?" he asked as he yanked the sword free.
Lori nodded as she folded her hands over the wound. He tapped the backs of her wrists with the blade and she moved her hands back.
"Oh no!" Lori gulped as he stuck the tip of his sword between her thighs.
She heard the fabric of her dress tear with the thrust, then her dress tearing as he moved the sword up.
"Ooohh!" Lori gasped as she heard the sound of tearing flesh, then felt it.
He reached the middle of her belly and pulled the sword out. Blood leapt over Lori's lower lip as she watched her innards tumble out of the gash in her stomach. She fell over her own guts and lay twitching. Lori was obviously dead.
Patrick wandered through the jungle undergrowth slowly, his dress shoes slowing him down and making him easy prey for the hunter. It wasn't long until several men sprang on him and the hunter himself walked into plain view.
"Now we promised you an amusing death, what shall I do?" the hunter asked.
He walked back a few paces from Patrick and looked over him.
"Strip him."
Patrick barely had time to resist before his shirt and pants were ripped from his body leaving him wearing only a pair of white briefs
"Umh...pretty good shape, a little belly though." the hunter said as he looked over the young man before him.
He reached into the quiver at his back and pulled out seven arrows. Three had two barbs on the point, one had four barbs and the other three were practice arrows. Patrick stood helpless with his arms held out to his sides as the hunter raised his bow with one of the double barbed arrows. Thunk.
"Aaaahh!" Patrick screamed as the arrow hit his right thigh.
Another double barbed arrow was raised. Thunk.
"Uhhnnhh!" Patrick screamed as his left thigh was pierced.
The hunter raised the arrow with the four barbs and rolled it around on his bow and knocked it. Patrick winced as he pulled the string back. The archer aimed his arrow at the young man's head and lowered it. Patrick shuddered as he noticed how low it was going. Shunk. Patrick grimaced as the arrow hit the bulge in his briefs. He stood speechless as he looked down at the shaft. The hunter picked up one of the practice arrows. Thump.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" Patrick screamed as the arrow slid perfectly into his deep round navel.
The hunter picked up the last of the double barbed arrows and knocked it. Thump.
"Hoooof!" Patrick grunted as the arrow hit the waistband of his briefs directly under his belly button.
The second of the practice arrows was drawn back and aimed. Thunk.
"Uuuhhhhh!" Patrick screamed as the arrow hit his right nipple.
The final arrow was raised. Patrick was being held up by his captors more than standing. His body was streaked with blood and he was barely conscious. Thunk. His eyes widened as the arrow sank into his left nipple. Blood bubbled between his lips as his eyes closed. His head sagged and blood dribbled from his lip down on his chest.
"Let him go, his lungs have collapsed. He's dead." the hunter said.
His arms were released and his slumped to the jungle floor like a rag doll. The hunter put his foot on Patrick's belly and pushed down a little. Blood ran from both corners of his mouth. He walked back into the jungle laughing.
"See I told you it would be amusing." the hunter laughed.
On the other side of the jungle at day break Sherry moaned as she awoke. The red headed beauty wore a tight yellow dress which a light morning rain made heavy and cling to her a little too tightly for travel. She heard a noise in the jungle and smiled slightly.
"This isn't even a fair hunt. We're in dresses here in this jungle. What chance do we have?" Sherry asked.
Shlock. Sherry's soft blue eyes closed tightly as a spear burst into view between her enormous breasts.
"Absolutely no chance, Sherry." the hunter said.
Sherry sagged against the spear as she began to spasm. It was obvious that Sherry was dead.