Moving Target
by: The Cat
February 2006
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Hitomi was a beautiful Chinese girl of seventeen with long thick dark
hair falling past her waist. She desired a little communing time with
nature and left her girls dorm for a long hike in the forest. She knew
about the small game hunters who frequented these deep green and brown
woods but decided to do as they do and wear brightly colored clothes so
as not to be mistaken for an small animal. Standing about five feet
four, Hitomi was athletic and nicely built with full round melons
sitting high on her young chest. Her waist was slender and washboard
abds could just be made out with her innie naval in the center. All the
girls keep themselves cleanly shaven for dance and gym classes, and she
was well toned and graceful.
Climbing up the side of the closest hill, and stepping onto a narrow well worn dirt path that circled around the forest for nearly ten miles in a wondering loop, she started her hike.
It was a warm day with the Spring sun high in the sky, filtering down through the bright green leaves so high overhead. The ground was green with mosses and ferns and dotted with large brightly colored azalea bushes in bloom.
Not having any hiking clothes to wear, Hitomi made do with a pair of pink leather ballet slippers, from her dance classes, and a shimmering metallic white lycra leotard with long sleeves and a turtleneck. The shoulders and a stripe that ran down the outside of the sleeves were fluorescent orange.
There would be no mistaking that I an not an squirrel or fox, she thought to herself as she walked casually along the trail.
Unfortunately, she had completely misunderstood the warning sign posted about the hunters and the Spring hunting season...
She was about half way around the loop when she heard the first rifle shot.
POP.
"AGHhh..." She jerked as a small bullet hole erupted in her right orb, an inch above her rock hard nipple that was poking at the thin ultra stretchy fabric seemingly spray painted on her sensuous form. A tiny stream of crimson ran down over the luscious curve of her breast and down the front of her shimmering white spandex leotard.
Luckily it hadn't penetrated deeply into her soft round tissue. Obviously a small caliber round. It sounded like an air rifle shot. She could easily make it back to the dorm and get help. An obvious accident, she thought.
She stopped and thought about how funny and analytical the mind could be, even at times like this.
Then she hurried on her way...
POP.
"NNNnnn..." She staggered but kept going as another small hole appeared next to the first and a second tiny river of blood ran down the firm round curve of her breast.
POP.
"UGHnnn..." This time she stopped as a third bullet hole blossomed directly in the center of her round orb. Replacing one rock hard ice pick nipple with a small neat round bullet hole that a third tiny river of blood ran out of and down over the delicious curve of her firm melon. Hitomi started to get scarred.
Suddenly aware that she might actually be the target of these hunters, Hitomi started to run.
She took a step to start to run since standing still was an obvious mistake...
Several dozen air rifles open fired in a broken stream...
POP, POP, POP, POP, POP. POP, POP, POP, POP.
POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP.
POP, POP, POP, POP, POP.
POW. POW. POP, POP, POP, POP, POP.
POP, POP, POP, POP, POP.
POW. POW, POW.
"OH, UGH, AH, NNN, UH, UH,
UH,UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..."
Hitomi's lithe body danced and jerked and spasmed as dozens of rounds of tiny lead pellets and .22 rounds poked neat red holes in her leotard and penetrated her flesh. Some deeper than other's. Tiny holes appeared across her glossy white leotard and thin lines of blood oozed down across her sensuous spandex sheathed curves.
As she was grunting with pain and staggering slowly back, she realized they were using her breasts, naval and crouch as targets. A barrage of maybe a dozen rounds would rip into her naval, one right after another like firecrackers going off, causing her to double over and another round of small bullets would then pepper her breasts causing her to straighten and stagger back as still more tiny bullet holes appeared on the crouch of her sun lit white leotard in a very tight grouping...
She staggered back into a tree as she felt countless rounds stabbing through her white spandex skin like tiny lead ice picks, killing her slowly...
So deliciously...
Then suddenly there was silence in the forest.
Hitomi opened her eyes and saw one amazon looking woman stand up slowly from behind a large bush some sixty feet away. Her overly athletic body a thing of beauty and sheathed in a lycra camo colored zentai catsuit with black leather stiletto thigh boots. She aimed a large caliber hunting rifle at her. It's gleaming black barrel aiming straight at Hitomi. The amazon took her time sighting through a scope. Placing the cross hairs directly over her heart. There was a short pause, as her finger caressed the trigger...
Then Hitomi saw the bright flash and felt the slug rip through the center of her chest and into the tree behind her, splintering the wood against her back.
Her sensuous young body jerked and her eyes closed as she slumped lifelessly to the green moss covered ground beneath her ballet slippered feet.
END.