Unfair Game

Unfair Game Part 5

Pamela and Candy are hunted…

At Raul’s camp 9am meant it was time to arrange another hunt. This hunting party was comprised of two knife wielding Nicaraguan businessmen with an obsession for redheaded women. Raul met their well-paid demands by providing two of the captured red haired girls. Pamela McNeal was twenty-nine, Candy Connors eleven years her junior. The two women were dragged from their cages and brought to the main gate.

The elder girl’s hair was a dark auburn. Her oval shaped face was framed by the short cropped tresses whose feathered tips brushed lightly against her smooth unblemished cheeks. Pam’s dark green eyes glared out from under her arched eyebrows giving her a look of bewilderment that belied her hostility and anger. A small round mouth was clinched tightly shut beneath a mini-roman nose. Pamela’s light green shorts were smudged and dirty. She wore a faded red tank top that wrapped tightly around her curvaceous frame. Her left hand and wrist was splinted protecting fingers and wrist broken during the crash landing. Pam stood five-foot-seven, three inches taller than her young friend.

Young Candy’s hair was a bright orange color trailing off her narrow shoulders and far down her back in gently swirling curls. Candice Conner’s one-hundred-ten pound body was a freckled work of art. Her short frame was an hourglass shape with hips that flared outward from her tiny waist and breasts that seemed a bit too full for her small physique. Her skin glowed pink from the myriad of brightly speckled flecks of ginger and reddish-brown. Her grey-green eyes were filled with tears that cascaded down her smooth cheeks. Candy had a tiny nose that turned up slightly at its tip. Her mouth was full with her lower lip protruding slightly giving her a permanent pout. The eighteen-year-old wore cut-off blue-jeans and a filthy white V-neck Blouse whose open neck exposed the tops of her superb breasts.

The young girl held tightly the hand of her older friend as Raul described the hunt as he had done the previous day for the first hunt prey. Pamela began to protest but a nod from Raul brought a rifle butt from one of the guards slamming into her side. The blow to her kidney dropped the one-hundred-twenty-five pound girl to one knee and cut short her rebellion with a sharp cry of pain. Candy helped the moaning woman to her feet as both red-heads were given canteens and knives before they were released at the main gate. For the next six hours the two fleeing girls kept to a trail that led them deeper into Angola.

When two Nicaraguans and two trackers left the compound in pursuit six hours later the girls had a nineteen mile head start. The girls had run the first hour before they were slowed by heat and thirst. They decreased their progress to a slow walk as the day progressed. By dark that first day the women had journeyed beyond thickly foliaged jungle valleys to a broad flat plateau whose vegetation consisted on short grasses interspersed infrequently by small clumps of trees.

They had come thirty miles since leaving the compound. They found a small cluster of trees and vegetation surrounding a shallow depression. At the center of this oasis was a stagnant pool of brackish water. The heat and effort expended by the tired women caused the quality of the water to not matter at all. The two red-heads settled into their rest area for the night.

Neither of the women was aware that the two trackers had covered the same thirty miles and knew of their exact location as night fell. While the girls tried to sleep the trackers brought the two Nicaraguans quietly up to and then beyond where the women lay. Much later that night and several miles farter on down the trail another small oasis became the blind for the hunters to wait in hiding for the red haired prey. By midnight the trap was set and the hunters settled in to eat and sleep until morning re-lit the trail.

When the sun awoke Pam and Rachel from their sleep the two redheads surveyed their situation. They heard and saw no sign of the men pursuing them so they decided to continue their flight in a southerly direction. Brackish water from a stagnant dew pond filled their canteens as the hungry duo resumed their trek. The terrain they ventured into rose slightly from the oasis site before flattening into a seemingly endless flat plain. The sun rose higher into the sky sending the temperature soaring like the buzzards circling in the thin air high above.

No trees for shade and the coarse brown grass cutting their already sore feet made for a daunting journey. In the face of these hardships the girls soldiered on forcing themselves to the limits of their endurance. With no trail to follow the girls walked side by side keeping the sun to their left. Pam’s long legs ached from the cramped sleeping position she was forced into the previous night. She tried to lengthen her stride to stretch her muscles back into shape. Her nearly burgundy colored hair swept back from the ivory colored skin of her face tied back behind her head by a light blue band. The soft pony-tail of hair swayed across the tall girl’s shoulders as she walked occasionally sweeping across her chest as she swung her head to the left or right.

Her injured wrist and fingers were still swollen and she was careful to avoid bumping her hand into her round hips as she swung her arms. The young woman surveyed the ground searching for sighs of civilization or another water hole. Her blue eyes were rimmed red from lack of sleep and exhaustion.

Beside her young Rachel stumbled along. The eighteen-year-old girl’s orange hair brushed the tops of her shoulders completely surrounding her pretty face as it curled together at the front of her neck. Her dirty V- collared blouse exposed the tops of her large breasts. No bra restrained the fat globes allowing them to sway about as she walked. The five-foot-four-inch girl’s light brown eyes were huge. They were open especially wide as she joined Pam in searching the horizon for any sign of shelter or water.

By 8am the young women were within sight of the oasis where the hunters were hiding. The men readied their throwing knives in anticipation. These peculiar knives had fat four-inch long blades attached below a flat to a short four-inch leather gripped handle. The weapons were perfectly balanced for throwing accuracy but they required special skill at target acquisition to enhance their effectiveness. The men knew that using these weapons to bring down a moving target gave the girls a distinct advantage. Once a girl was hit by the weapon and immobilized she could become an easier target but a fleeing girl was more than just a little problematical.

As the girls came closer the men conferred and decided to focus their attention on the taller of the young women. Their plan was to stay hidden until the victims were within thirty-feet and then to rise together and throw their first knives at the tall redhead. If she was hit and went down the men would target the second girl before she moved out of their knife throwing range. If the first girl did not fall with the first barrage the second knives would target her again. The men carried twelve knives each. Their intent was to take up the chase of either or both women until they succeeded in bringing both women to ground.

Rachel first saw the small stand of trees in the distance and directed her path toward the oasis. Pam stayed close by Rachel’s side. The girls’ thoughts were on the potential for a fresh water supply as they closed on the tree stand. The redheads were side by side when the two men suddenly jumped up from behind some brush. The startled women saw the men throw something toward them in the same instant. Both women pulled up short and turned quickly to retrace their path away from the men.

Rachel made good her turn and began running when she heard a yelp of pain coming from Pam. Pamela had re-flexibly thrown up her arms to protect herself when the first knife was thrown. She blocked the knife blade with her forearm. The razor sharp knife sliced into her arm before it was defected away. The second knife struck the five-foot-seven-inch woman as her body turned. Only the handle of the weapon slammed into her fleeing body.

Rachel looked back to see her friend hit by the first volley of knives. The wounded girl seemed to be making good her escape. But before she had managed half a dozen staggering steps the men launched two more knives the twenty-nine- year-old girl’s back. Almost simultaneously both knife blades smite the fleeing girl. One knife stuck her at an angle carving into her upper arm at the shoulder. The cater-cornered attack caused the blade to cut only an inch into the woman’s flesh before pulling free from the wound. The spiraling knife left in its wake several inches of jaggedly gashed flesh.

A second cry of pain that started to form in the redheaded girls throat was changed to an intense groan of agony as the second knife found its mark. The four-inch blade buried itself deep in Pam’s upper thigh at the base of her round buttock. The razor sharp weapon split open the leg of Pamela’s green shorts before tearing open a hole in her leg that was nearly as wide as it was deep. The force of the heavy knife driving into her body and the incredible pain of the gash in her leg nearly dropped the woman to one knee. Several sideways steps were needed to correct her equilibrium. With great effort the one-hundred-twenty-five pound beauty stumbled on following after young Rachel who by now was thirty feet in front and pulling farther away with each step.

The burgundy pony-tail swirled about as Pam looked back at her pursuers who were now four strong. Two of the trackers joined with the hunters chasing after the injured girl. The blood gushing wound in her leg was slowing her pace as she limped on. Blood sprayed from the knife hilt and ran down the back of her gouged thigh as she ran. Her fear and the pain she felt combined to turn her world red at the edges. To Pam time seemed to slow, she seemed to be running in slow motion, she could not will herself to move faster. She could hear the ragged breath and pounding boots of her attackers as they closed in on her.

Then suddenly the two hunters sprinted past the staggering woman. They were intent upon younger prey, the eighteen-year-old beauty rushing away ahead of them. For an instant the wounded woman was relieved and confused. She watched as the two hunters chased after her friend. They were nearly one-hundred-feet behind the fleet footed Rachel. Pamela started to slow her progress when she was suddenly struck from behind by the side of a rifle stock. In her pain induced fog she had forgotten about the two trackers she had seen only seconds earlier.

The first man to get close to her had taken the muzzle of his rifle and had swung it like a baseball bat. The rifle stock glanced off Pamela’s damaged shoulder then slammed into the side and back of her head. She was again side-stepping to regain her balance as a result of the blow when the second tracker dove at her legs in an attempted tackle. With only one arm free, the other carried his rifle, the tracker managed to grab the girl’s leg just below the knee and pull the staggering girl down. The redhead was forced to her knees while one tracker wrapped his arms around her thighs and the other black man rounded her upright body. He came to rest in front of Pamela, his rifle butt drawn back in a premeditated strike at her upper body.

Both of Pam’s slender arms reached forward to ward off the blow. She yelped in pain as they bore the brunt of the damage the weapon yielded. Her yelp became an anguished cry that poured from her red lips as a bone in one arm was cracked and the bloody wound in her shoulder was also ripped open. A second thrust of the rifle butt avoided the girl’s injuries but smashed into her red tank top at the neck. The anguished cry became a gurgling groan as the battered woman’s voice box absorbed the blow.

Pamela’s dark blue eyes, wide with pain and fear, saw a third rifle punch as it descended from above. The weapon slammed into her belly below her short shirt burying deep into her soft flesh. A gurgled whoosh of air was pushed from her lungs as her body doubled over and she fell forward onto her face. The two trackers quickly tied their victim’s arms behind her back as she struggled to regain her breath. Once she was secured the men pulled the knife from her thigh extracting a choked scream of agony from the girl. The blood gushing gash was wrapped tightly with a length of bandage and secured in place with a leather strap.

Satisfied that her wounded leg was tourniqueted the black trackers pulled the bloodied girl to her feet by her long red pony-tail. While she groaned and fought against their ministrations her arm and shoulder wounds were splintered and bandaged. At the completion of their medical applications most of the five-foot-seven-inch girl’s hemorrhaging was stopped. One black man grabbed the front of the twenty-nine-year-old girl’s tank top and dragged her along behind him. The trailing black man jabbed this rifle muzzle at the girl’s light green shorts between her two rounded buttocks forcing a strangled yip from the victim with each thrust.

By the time the ill-fated woman had been marched back to the center of the oasis her red tank top had been pulled down to her waist exposing both cream colored and orange freckled breasts. The trackers untied and then retied her wrists to an overhanging tree branch. Pam was defenseless as the two men amused themselves by pinching and slapping her luscious breast flesh. Pam’s body was subjected to repeated probing and prodding that included finger penetrations of both vaginal and rectal openings. When the men completed their exploratory assault of her body the redhead’s tank top was pulled back up her body to cover the bruises inflicted on her mistreated orbs. Leaving the wounded girl dangling the men would wait for the return of the hunters and young Rachel to continue their assault of the hapless twenty-nine-year old.

They would have to postpone their depravity for some time as the athletic eighteen-year old was increasing the distance from her pursuers each passing minute. For more than half an hour the young girl ran until she was bathed in sweat. Her V-neck blouse was completely soaked outlining her large breasts inside the wet cloth. Normally the one-hundred-ten pound beauty could continue this pace for several hours but the lack of food, rest and water were taking their toll. Much like an overextended long distance runner suddenly Rachel’s young body hit the wall. She could not seem to get enough air in her lungs to keep up the pace. Her trim legs seemed to be running in deep sand even though the hard packed clay beneath her feet had not changed for miles.

As the youngster’s pace slowed her track became more erratic. Unknowingly she was no longer running in a straight line away from her pursuers. Her large brown eyes searched the terrain behind her but she was unable to see anyone following her. She slowed to a walk as the lack of water caused her to become more and more disoriented. For several minutes Rachel wandered aimlessly in no general direction. Then the young girl stopped and dropped slowly to the ground.

The orange colored hair that framed her face was plastered to her wet skin. As she fell frontward the damp hair swept ahead covering her face in its sodden embrace. Trembling in fatigue the girl sank to the ground with her knees pulled up under her, her body bent forward as her head bowed towards the ground. She sobbed softly as she rested her exhausted body. She was not allowed to rest for long.

The hunters had anticipated her over-exuberant flight and in giving chase they had paced themselves accordingly. They allowed their prey to gain some distance initially but with the sure knowledge that the gain would soon be lost and would result in the girl’s lack of longevity. They kept in visual contact with the redhead by keeping to the high ground. When their prey began to slow and weave they split up and directed their pursuit to move ahead of the slowing girl. While Rachel kept looking back to find the hunters following her, the men were already to her front and were carefully working their way back towards her.

As she knelt unprotected in the flattened grass of the desert plateau the knife wielding men crept up upon her from divergent sides. They were about fifty feet to either side of the one-hundred-ten-pound girl when they suddenly rose up each with a throwing knife at the ready. Rachel heard one of the men and turned her head towards the noise. She saw the hunter and jumped to her feet turning to run with a startled cry. She had completely spun away when the hunter loosed his knife. The spinning weapon sliced across her back at the shoulder blades. The sharp blade cut across the back of her shirt and tore a quarter inch deep gash in freckled flesh as it hurled past the turning girl.

The burning pain of the wound straightened Rachel’s back as she pulled away from the knife strike. Her startled cry changed to a scream of pain as she struggled to keep to her feet. Her bright orange hair swept across her face as she looked back at her assailant. Through the reddish locks the wounded girl saw the man behind her as she began to run away from him. She made only one step forward when a sharp burning pain weakened her knees. She staggered forward momentarily before dropping to one knee. The second hunter in front of the fleeing girl had thrown his knife from a distance of only thirty feet. The knife blade sliced through the waist band of the girl’s cut-off jeans and burrowed two-and-one-half inches into her narrow waist.

The force and pain of the strike turned the one-hundred-ten-pound body sideward. Reaching for the ground to keep from falling Rachel pushed herself back to both feet and began a headlong sprint away from both hunters. The knife embedded in her side caused the girl great discomfort. With each pounding step the pain increased. A stream of blood ran down her side staining her cut-off shorts before streaking down her thigh. The wound in her back splattered blood splotches across the back of her blouse.

Both hunters rearmed themselves on the run as they chased after her. Her adrenaline was again pumping and the young girl stayed forty or fifty yards ahead of the men until the knife in her side tore loose and fell away from her gouged body. The knife blade left behind an open three inch wide cut that spurted copious amounts of blood. Soon Rachel’s entire leg was smeared in crimson gore. Her cut-off jeans soaked with her red blood the girl ran on another minute before the loss of blood began to take its toll. Her strides became less powerful and she struggled to keep running in a straight line.

As the hunters began to close the distance to the fleeing girl they prepared another set of razor-sharp knives for action. From thirty feet away the hunters threw their weapons at the five-foot-four-inch girl. Accuracy on the run was not to be expected and neither blade landed exactly on target. One knife flew high and brushed past the girl’s red hair at ear level with no damage inflicted. The second blade spun into the back of a freckled leg slicing into the upper calf before pulling free, The strike left behind a wound one-inch deep and two-inches across.

The hunting knife passing by her head and the sharp pain in her leg brought Rachel momentarily back from her dizziness. She pulled herself together for another dash to safety. Her effort was short lived and within thirty-seconds she was again slowing down and swerving about in her escape path.

A third attack was launched by the pursuing hunters. From only twenty-feet behind the girl two thrown knives found their target at almost the same instant. One knife struck high into the one-hundred-ten-pound girl’s shoulder near her neck. The blade tore flesh and muscle apart as it penetrated two-and-one-half-inches before spinning out of the wound. The second strike sliced opened Rachel’s buttock landing dead center in the soft rounded flesh. The blade penetrated nearly the full four-inches of its length.

A piercing shriek of pain escaped from between wide open lips as the girl tumbled to the ground. The twin strikes propelled her body forward faster than her tired legs to keep up and she fell face and chest first into the uneven dirt. Her arms stretched out in front of her to catch her fall were of little help as she crashed to the ground. She slid along the hard packed soil for several feet, the rocky ground tearing away her clothing and flesh.

Rachel’s head was spinning as she came to rest. She could not focus her eyes as the wounds she had earlier experienced had drained away large quantities of her blood. Her body felt as if it were on fire as the pain from several points became all encompassing. She could hear the voices of the hunters and felt them pulling and tugging at her body. Then the voices faded away and darkness engulfed her. The butchered young woman whimpered and groaned herself into unconsciousness.

Lying on her scratched and bruised face the redhead make tiny mewing sounds as the men explored her body and then bandaged her many wounds. To bandage the rounded buttock the girl’s blood soaked shorts were literally cut off her hips. Once most of the bleeding on the back of her body was stopped the young beauty was pulled to her feet and her front examined. One side of her pretty face from ear to the tip of her up-turned nose had been scratched and bruised from the fall. Her V-neck white blouse was shredded and torn across her chest and belly. The torn material revealed similar tears to the flesh beneath. Her full breasts and flat belly bore many scratches and scrapes. Naked below the blouse the girl showed a thin patch of orange fur that almost covered her pubic mound was smeared with blood that leaked from the wound in her butt. Streaks and smears of blood marred the beauty of her long slender legs but no serious wounds were discovered there.

The unconscious beauty was hoisted to the hunters’ shoulders and carried back to where her friend Pamela was abused and dangling by her wrists. It was not yet noon but already the temperature had risen to ninety-degrees. The hunters were hot and hungry and decided to relax, cool off and eat. The horny trackers were more than willing to amuse themselves abusing the two redheads while their employers rested.

Rachel was tied so that her body arched backward over a very low hanging branch. Stakes were driven into the ground to secure her wrists and ankles. Her legs were secured about two feet apart while the rough back of the tree branch dug gouges into the small of her back. Her slender freckled thighs were spread exposing her softly haired vagina. The teenaged girl’s scratched and abraded breasts rose prominently from her arched chest. When the men were finished binding the youngster they split up with one fiend remaining with Rachel while the other tormenter diverted his attentions of the quietly sobbing Pamela.

The first man busied himself ripping away what remained of Rachel’s Blouse from her unconscious body while the second man sawed his knife between Pamela’s breasts cutting away her red tank top. With her arms tied above her to the overhead branch Pam twisted her body away from the assailant as best she could. She flailed her legs kicking at the man abusing her body and cried out for him to stop his assault. Once her tank top was sliced apart it and torn away from her body the knife wielding man turned his attention to her flailing legs. Catching her left leg at the knee with his right hand, he tucked it in under his armpit clamping his arm tight to hold the leg in place. Once her left leg was secured he repeated the process with her right leg. Holding both legs tight to his side with his upper arms he retrieved his knife from its belted sheath. Pamela’s long burgundy pony tail swirled wildly as she tried to twist away or pry her legs free. She pleaded with her attacker to leave her alone, then screamed in pain when the deep wound in her upper thigh was torn open by her struggles.

Tears flowed from her large blue eyes as the tracker wedged the sharp point of his knife between her soft thigh and the cotton material of her tight green shorts. With the cutting edge of the blade facing away from her leg the knife carefully cut through the material up her thigh then not so carefully dug a furrow into her lower abdomen. At the waist-band of the shorts the black tracker sawed the material until it split and fell away from her round hip. Blood dripped from the narrow cut at her waist. The tracker repeated the shredding process on Pam’s other thigh. On this attempt the sadistic fiend was more careless and his blade ripped open flesh as well as green cloth before the tattered shorts were finally pulled free from the terrified redhead’s hips. The painful process was even more agonizing because the dried blood from her earlier wound had seemingly glued the green shorts to her trembling thigh.

The black tracker surveyed his victim as he re-sheathed his knife. The thick dark fur secreting the tender slit between her legs was the same burgundy color as her pony-tail except where it was tinged in bright red from the blood of her wounds. Dropping down beside the girl the tracker’s hands began to explore her hidden pubic mound plunging one and then two and finally three fingers between her tight vaginal lips. His other hand busied itself unbuckling his belt and lowering his trousers to his knees.

While the long limbed girl struggled to pull her legs free the powerful man slowly lowered the redhead down onto his up-thrust penis. Pam screamed and shrieked as the large flesh spear was forced deep into her immobilized body. When the huge cock was fully embedded its fat nine inch length nearly reached the back of her womb. Once inside the slender white body the rapist released the girl’s legs then wrapped his powerful fingers tightly around her narrow waist. Flexing his knees he repeatedly pulled away and then slammed his thick black penis back into the torn wound between the redheaded girl’s thighs.

One black hand held the tormented girl at the waist while the second hand sought out and found the nipple of one firm breast. Dirt encrusted fingers scratched and tore at the bud until the tattered pink flesh oozed droops of blood. By the time the brute had vented his lust the battered girl was out cold. Her long pony-tail hung from the back of her up-turned head reaching down her back to the top curves of her buttocks. Her swollen blue eyes were partly closed with streaks of tear trails marring her lightly freckled cheeks.

With her head dangling back Pam’s lacerated breast tips pointed skyward as tiny crimson rivulets snaked down the round orbs before pooling on her flat smooth belly. Her abused vagina sagged slackly open as a gash in the delicate orifice dripped a pink mixture of blood and semen down the outside of one thigh. The knife wound in the back of that slender thigh still drained fresh blood which passed through scarlet splashed gore on its way down the length of her leg.

Pam was left hanging unconscious while her attacker joined his fellow tracker in a grisly quest of raping and sodomizing young Rachel. During Pam’s assault the younger girl was being stripped and attacked by the other tracker. The black man pulled the last of her tattered clothing off her chest exposing her huge freckled breasts. He proceeded to knead his hands into her soft flesh pinching and mauling the budging mounds. His ministrations slowly brought the five-foot-four-inch redhead back to a conscious state.

Tethered as she was Rachel could do little to ward off the torment. She tried to twist her body away from the tracker while sobbing, screaming and begging the black man to stop. As she writhed the tree limb to which she was tied was gouging splinters into the flesh of her arched back, her breasts were being twisted and pulled away from her chest. The black began digging his dirty fingers deep into her narrow slit, with obvious delight at the one-hundred-ten-pound girl’s shrieks and wails for mercy.

The black sadist dug his fingernails into the soft warm sides of her vagina until he felt her torn flesh turn sticky with blood. Only two of his thick fingers would fit into the tiny opening. He could push no more fingers into the tiny slit even after his brutal assault lasted more than two minutes. Her screams of pain increased and then faded with her strength until only her open mouth and wildly contorting body gave evidence of her misery.

In his effort to stretch the poor girl’s vagina even further the black man hooked one finger from each of his powerful hands into the bloodied opening and pulled the opening apart with all his strength. Rachael was pulled clear of the tree branch, suspended by her vagina and in such agony she could utter no sound. The black’s vicious effort tore the tender vagina opening apart far enough that the tracker could push three and then finally four of his thick fingers into her bloody maw.

More than satisfied with the results of his abuse the black fiend quickly lowered his pants and began fisting his large, thick penis. Once her attacker removed his punishing hands from her body the pain she felt reduced enough that once again Rachel could scream and plead for mercy. Her large brown eyes were wet with tears as she watched the black brute mount her slender body. In an instant the tip of the black penis touched her blood smeared vaginal lips before being thrust deep into the torn slit. The large man drove deeper and deeper into the freckled teenager’s warm bloody hole. By the tenth stroke the man had buried his cock to its eight inch length. Subsequent jabs of the fleshy pole knocked the girl’s slender body breathless while the tree bark behind her tore jagged wounds in her velvet soft flesh.

Agonized grunts and wheezes gushed from between her parted lips until her head slumped backward and her orange tinted hair brushed the ground. Her rapist continued his assault disregarding her unconscious slump. As he reached his climax his hands sought out her large breasts squeezing them savagely in a final assault on the one-hundred-ten pound body. Young Rachel drifted in and out of consciousness while the first tracker finished his assault, and then suffered repeated brutality when the second tracker took his place lacerating and ravaging her blood splattered pussy.

When both men were finished and satisfied they were instructed to position the girls for what the hunters termed ’target practice’. Pam’s long body was moved up to a higher branch. She was hung by both wrists so that her swaying toes were a full foot above the ground. Rachel was hung with her arms twisted behind her back. She bent forward at the waist, her slender back arched in pain. The eighteen-year-olds large breasts hung down below her twisted body. She slowly regained wakefulness groaning and crying out in her discomfort.

The hunters did not wait for Pamela to return to consciousness beginning their target practice by spinning their daggers into non-lethal parts of her limp body. A razor sharp blade sliced into the front of the twenty-nine-year-olds thigh just an instant before a second knife blade buried itself in her upper arm just above her elbow. The double points of pain brought the beautiful target to life. Her blue eyes gushed tears that flooded down her cheeks as her screams of agony were punctuated by the sounds of cold steel thudding into her soft flesh. The hunters punctured the wildly thrashing body repeatedly. Jagged holes were gouged and carved into her calves, thighs, shoulders and arms. The knives arrived from all angles leaving her writhing body cross-crossed with streaks of crimson gore.

Not satisfied with only one target the hunters changed their aim from the older girl to the one-hundred-ten pound speckled teenager. Rachel’s twisting at the end of her tether set her two freckled breasts swaying beneath her pleading body. The five-foot-four-inch redhead’s dangling breasts became their new target. Her blood curdling scream signaled that the first blade had carved into her breast meat sending a trail of red blood out from the wound. More knives found their target as her fleshy breasts were lacerated and cut to pieces. Many of the knife blades tore into the girl flesh and just a quickly fell out of the wounded girl .After some time only three blades remained imbedded in the gore spattered sacks. Rachel was nearly hoarse from screaming and wailing as the hunters continued their grizzly pleasures.

For the next two hours the women were subjected to hundreds of knife strikes. Both men took care to target non-lethal areas or the extremities of their mutilated bodies. A loss of blood soon had both women swooning and going into shock. As their screams diminished and their bodies no longer jerked and spasmed with each slashing cut the hunters began to tire of their game. The men determined to bring the women back to consciousness before they were finally dispatched to meet their maker.

Pam became reanimated for a short period of time when a knife blade was buried to the hilt just below her navel. Her screams changed to a blood spraying gurgle when a knife dug deep into her throat. She was dead when a barrage of knives burrowed into her rib cage front and back. Rachel was sliced across her soft freckled cheek when she twisted her head away from a knife throw at her large brown eyes. Soon thereafter multiple knifes tore into her chest nearly severing one wounded breast from her gyrating body. A four inch blade buried itself into the back of her neck severing her vocal cords before its tip protruded from the front of her throat. Her assaulted body continued to twitch long after her heart stopped beating. The women were left where they hung, a gift to the foraging animals in the jungle.