Posted by NL on February 06, 20010 at 12:31:32:
Many and many a long year ago, when necrobabes was fresh and new, I posted a "fantasy". This little photostory scenario has survived the years on what is left of that website. But I've always been irritated by the hasty way I wrote the thing at that time and have wanted to do a little revision. Now I post that little revision is this place, hoping that I cleaned up most of the infelicities.
The Amazon Hunter (revised)
A young man of a hunter clan surprises a lovely female warrior bathing in a stream. She is unaware of the
hunter, as she stands, naked and vulnerable, in the cool, clear water near the bank. It is just
deep enough there to splash around her upper thighs, just below her butt.
This is what the hunter sees: her back is turned to him, and he drinks in the sight of her lovely nude body. Very
carefully and quietly he hefts his short hunting spear, like a javelin, and with a sudden
decision (motivated by an aching erection) he hurls the weapon at the poor woman. The spear's cruel point buries itself in the
Amazon's lower back, just inches above the cleft of her shapely ass! She gasps, reaches
behind her, groping for the shaft, then begins to splash agonizingly toward the bank -- the
javelin wiggling in her naked backside must be causing her terrible pain, but the sight is highly arousing!
At last she collapses, half in and half out of the water. The hunter is there to pull her
the rest of the way out. He puts his foot against her and pulls out the spear. She is dead.
He strips himself naked and gathers the girl's body in his arms, carrying her into the stream with him.
He rests her across his lap in the flowing current, bathing away the blood. He can't resist
fondling her breasts, touching her dead pussy, her dead butt, probing with his fingers. He
cums in the stream -- can't help himself.
When he carries her out, he stretches her on her belly on a blanket and starts to make his camp for the night. But
it isn't long before he's on top of her, driving himself into her from behind. By this time
it is near sundown, so he builds a fire. This dead girl will share his hunter's bed tonight.
The fire and the warmth of his body will help her keep some warmth. And whenever he needs
her during the night, she'll be ready for him, a cooling but delicious fuck. He doesn't get
much sleep.
By sunrise her dead butt is sticky with his cum, and the hunter is groggy with spent lust.
He yanks the blanket out from under her. She rolls onto her back, stiff, and he notes that
the entire front of her body is covered with purple blotches. There are a few ants crawling on her face.
Well, there's just one more thing to do -- he takes his knife out of his pack and plunges it
into her lower belly, twisting and ripping until the intestines appear. There is very little
blood. Hmmm. One more time? He can always bathe in the creek -- Yes! He'll enter her belly wound
and cum in her congealing guts. What the hell, it'll be a warning to her sisters, the other amazons of her clan, when they
find
the body. Speaking of her sisters, isn't that a suspicious rustling in
the brush, just behind him? An arrow flashes through the air...