The Bunny Marathon
Inside the school gym the girls wait nervously for the start of the marathon. Sipping on water each girl eyes her opponent. Stretching their taut muscles they try to figure out each other’s strengths and weaknesses. This could be a typical scene for the start of any race. However, for these six girls this race is not at all typical, far from it. Besides their running shoes, each girl is clad only in a bikini bottom or panties. A bunny tail is sewn into the back of each girl’s brief. At the end of this race one of them will be victorious. The other five will be dead.
“Welcome gentlemen to Rutland, Vermont for the fourth annual running of the Bunny Marathon. Due to the increasing popularity of this race we have had to establish a lottery system to select the athlete’s masters. We received over a hundred applications, each one willing to spend the ten million in entrance fees for that honor. You six gentlemen were fortunate enough to have your names drawn. As you know this is a unique event in long distance racing. Six lovely athletes compete to survive and that privilege goes solely to the winner. Inside this box I have the names of each girl. You will each draw a name from the box. This is your runner. The rules are simple. If at any point during the race it looks like your runner is not going to win, you get to kill her. Use whatever means you desire. However, I should point out that this event is being shown on close circuit, so please be creative. If you are unlucky enough to draw the name of the eventual winner, I’m sorry but no harm must come to her. Your entrance fee will be refunded and you can still enjoy all the post race festivities. The winner will receive a nice trophy and her freedom.”
Each man draws a card with the name of his runner. They will soon get to meet her.
“I would like to thank all our sponsors for their generous contributions and special thanks to the NRA, Browning and Bombardier for the use of their ATV’s. I want to also welcome the ASPCA as a new sponsor this year. Apparently things got a little out of hand last year and a few squirrels were taken out. I can assure you that no an!mals will be harmed this year. Oh, don’ let me forget Nike for supplying the footwear for our lovely ladies.”
“Our runners today represent some of the finest colleges from around the nation. The girls are not exactly willing participants. Their coaches sold them out for a finder’s fee. These girls are very good athletes in their own right, however their not elite runners. Our goal is to keep this an amateur event. Now let’s introduce them.”
Theirs loud cheers as the girls are ushered out to the ball field. It is a cool morning here in Vermont. Clear blue skies and 54 degrees, a perfect day for a race. Judging by the goose bumps and erect nipples on the girls it may be a little cold for waiting around half naked. I’m sure they’ll soon warm up. A few of the girl’s try and cover their breasts from peering eyes. In addition to the race organizers and their masters are hundreds of spectators.
“The young girl with shoulder length red hair is Abby Woods. Abby is 20 years old and comes to us from Duke University. Her red satin panties accent her hair nicely.”
“In the metallic silver bikini bottoms is Linda Flaks. Linda is 18. This lovely blonde is from Stanford University.”
“Standing next to Linda in the leopard print panties is Liz Pasciuto. Liz is also 18, a beautiful brunette from the University of Colorado.”
“20-year-old Chelsea Smith is an exchange student from England. Chelsea is enrolled at Brigham Young. Chelsea is sporting a saucy lime green bikini bottom. With that nice firm ass and thighs it looks like Chelsea will be a formable opponent.”
“Our only black athlete today is Tia Ferguson from North Carolina State. 19-year-old Tia is wearing white semi-transparent silk panties. Her panties make a lovely contrast to her beautiful milk chocolate skin. Tia is stunning with her long black hair in braids.”
“Last, from Villanova University is Heidi McGill. Heidi is 21 and has her waist length auburn hair tied in a ponytail. Gorgeous Heidi looks extremely sexy in pink see-through panties made from soft plastic. Not exactly the most appropriate attire to run in, but then again this is more of a spectator sport.”
“The girl’s outfits, such as they are, were provided to us by Wicked Temptations. We will commence the race right after the ladies get an energy drink from their masters.”
Abby’s master approaches her and checks her out. She’s a skinny little thing with smallish tits. He gives them a squeeze, “small but nice and firm.” He pulls aside the front of her panties and peeks at her neat red bush. She flinches as he checks the tightness of her cunt with his finger. “Get down on your knees you fucking bitch. You don’t look like you’re capable of even running a half marathon. It won’t be too long before I get to kill you. Now suck it!” Abby is visibly trembling as she takes his large cock in her mouth. Grabbing her by the hair he forces her head up and down his shaft. Abby looks a lot younger than her twenty years and reminds him of one of his daughters. He pushes his cock to the back of her throat and spurts his load. She feels like she’s chocking on the hot salty cum and is forced to swallow each drop. The rest of the girls are all on their knees sucking their master’s cocks.
Tia’s master withdraws his cock from her mouth and spurts all over her face and ample breasts. Tia shows no emotion as she wipes a wad from her lips.
Liz’s stomach churns as she tries to ingest her master’s cum. She can’t do it and spits onto his shoe. “You stupid CUNT!” He lashes out with a blow to her face that sends her flying backwards.
“No, Rick, No. Don’t hurt her before the race. They’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
The girls get ready at the starting line. Liz rubs her swelling jaw and split lip. Tia takes some grass to wipe the cum from her face. The other girls use their tongues to lick away the salty taste from their lips. They feel totally humiliated, dressed as they are, forced to give blowjobs in front of hundreds of people and god’s knows how many more watching on close circuit.
“The course today is a point to point. All on trails with roots, rocks and deadfall trees. Theirs no aid stations and the only water is whatever you can find.”
The starting gun fires and their off.
The girls start off in a tight pack. 26.2 miles is a hell of a long way, no point in going out to fast. The girls give each other subtle glances, checking each other’s form, stride and breathing. They look for any sign that will predict how the other will perform. At this point in the race their form is exquisite. They run with grace, their legs move in unison as their arms pump and breasts undulate. Tia’s braids catch the wind. Heidi’s long ponytail swooshes her lower back. They come up on series of deadfall-trees and leap over them like gazelles, a variety of briefs move down the trail, each sporting a white bunny tail.
II
The girls have been running together for 5 miles. In front of them is a steep rocky incline. By the top of the climb the pack starts to separate. Abby and Linda out in front, followed closely by Chelsea. Further back in fourth place is Heidi; sweat is starting to pool in the crotch of her plastic panties. In fifth place is Liz. Tia is taking up the rear. The moisture from her body is making her white panties as transparent as Heidi’s.
The crest of the hill is followed by a steep descent. Another downed tree creates a hurdle. Liz clears it but catches the edge of a rock. She falls hard on her bare chest, more disturbing for her; she has badly twisted her ankle. Tia barely makes it around Liz without falling herself. She feels guilty for not asking Liz if she’s all right. The others heard the thud and cries from Liz. All are thankful that it isn’t them.
Liz starts crying. The roar of her masters ATV comes over the crest. “Well, well, well, we have some unfinished business, don’t we sweetie?” “Please, you, you can’t do this. Please, please, leave me alone.” Without dismounting his ATV he lassoes a rope around her neck and drags her down the hill (he drives slowly, after all he doesn’t want to tear her up). Liz grabs the rope to ease the pressure from her neck. As she’s dragged, she flips from her belly to her back and over again, dirt and pebbles scr@pe her skin. The vehicle is moving slowly enough that she is able to get to her feet. The pain in her ankle is intense, plus the dragging has pushed her leopard print panties down to her knees. She quickly falls back to the ground. Liz wriggles out of her panties, gets back on her feet and does a kind of one hop behind the ATV.
At the bottom of the hill she is forced to her knees and once again finds his cock in her face. “This time cunt, you’re going to suck it and swallow.” Liz is stunned as the loose end of the rope is thrown over a limb. He forces his cock into her mouth and pulls her head forward. The queasiness in her stomach grows once again as her head is shoved onto his shaft. He holds her head in place as he releases his load. As she’s forced to swallow he pulls hard on the rope. “Try spitting up now you cunt!” he shouts, hoisting her into the air. She twists and jerks. Her arms and legs swing wildly. It takes several minutes before her body starts its final shudder. Slowly swinging, droplets of cum drip from her protruding tongue. They find their mark on her scratch up tits and her silken tuft of pubic hair.
Tia is loosing more and more ground to the others. By mile 10 she has completely lost site of them. Thirsty and tired, she keeps telling herself that if she just keeps moving that somehow she can catch them. Her gut tightens. The narrow trail she was following has disappeared, just woods in every direction. Panic sets in. She knows this is a major fuck up. “This is not fair. I grew up in Charlotte, for Christ’s sake.” Tia is so terrified of being lost in the woods that she momentarily forgets that someone is hell bent on killing her. That quickly changes when she hears the distant sound of an engine. It dawns on her that if she is no longer on the trail and doesn’t know where she is, maybe her master won’t know where she is either?
Tia makes her way deeper into the woods and realizes that she is seriously lost. She spots a tree with sturdy limbs that looks easy to climb. Maybe from a vantage point she can figure out where she is? Climbing a tree wearing only damp panties is not that simple but Tia manages to pull herself up and makes her way to a strong limb. She’s cold and starts shivering. Tia removes her wet panties and hangs them to dry on a small branch. Further out on the limb the suns rays are peeking through the lush canopy. Straddling she inches towards the sunshine. As she moves, her pussy rubs against the surprisingly smooth bark. She finds it strange that she can be so scared and at the same time slightly aroused. With the limb between her thighs she lays her breasts against it’s warn bark. Wrapping her arms tightly around the limb she pulls her feet up so they’re not dangling. Tia’s exposed flesh delights in the sun’s rays. Scanning the horizon she spots a road off in the distance. Her confidence builds that things will work out and she’ll find a way out of this horror.
Unfortunately her reasoning that she would be hard to find is a bit naive. Not only are their cameras everywhere but also inside the bunny tail of her pants is a GPS transmitter.
Unbeknownst to her, she is being view through the scope of a 50 Caliber Barrett Rifle. Her master scans her body with the scope. A squeeze on the trigger and she will be blown too sh!t. He aims for the center of the limb just behind her feet and fires. The bullet shatters the limb and it snaps from the tree. Tia is hurled to the ground landing hard on her back. She lays their spread eagle, feeling no pain, her spinal cord snapped.
Her master approaches, his dick growing as he eyes her beautiful form, her thick pouting lips, firm breasts with well-defined nipples and that gorgeous milk chocolate skin. Parting her pussy lips he is amazed at how pink and moist she is. He forces his throbbing dick inside her and savors the fruits of her loins. Finished, he zips up his pants. Her teary eyes gaze up at him from a broken body. She can only watch as he points a pistol at her head. The flash of a Glock 22 is the last thing she sees. Blood trickles from the small hole between her eyes.
Heidi picks up the pace but she’s a good 5 minutes behind the leaders. The distant echo of gunshots brings chills to her spine. The plastic panties that she was forced to wear are really starting to bother her. The moisture building up in her pants is causing her pussy and thighs to chafe. She is afraid to take them off as they had all been warned that removing their briefs meant immediate disqualification and death. As she runs she pulls the crotch to one side hoping the air will dry her out. To top it off she feels the need to pee. She fears stopping and loosing more time. She knows girls who can run and pee at the same time. It is something that she was never able to do it. She tries to put it out of her mind and keeps moving.
Meanwhile up front things are about to take an interesting turn. Linda is in the lead. Abby is close behind. Chelsea is finding it very difficult to maintain their pace and has fallen back by 20 seconds. Chelsea also heard the gunshots and knows she has to do something.
Abby spots a shallow brook just off the trail. They’ve been running for about 15 miles and she’s in desperate need of water. Kneeling down at the edge of the water she sees her reflection. She feels this must be a nightmare that she will soon wake from. Her lips break the reflection and she gulps mouthfuls of cold liquid. Water never tasted so good. Suddenly she’s startled by rustling and looks up just in time to see the flight of a deer. Shaking her head she turns one more time to the water for a final sip. Another reflection appears over her shoulder and she quickly turns. “Chelsea! What are you doing?” Chelsea is holding a log and smacks her with it over the head. Nearly knocked unconscious from the blow Abby slumps face down into the water. Her face stays submerged for ten seconds before she springs her head up gasping for air. It takes several minutes to regain her composure.
By now Chelsea is in pursuit of Linda. She knows that she can’t maintain the burst of speed that she is using to catch her. She curses at each turn in the trail that she doesn’t see her. Finally, the shimmering of Linda’s silver bikini comes in to view. Ignoring the burning in her lungs, Chelsea digs deep and reels Linda in. There’s a steep ledge to the side of the trail. Chelsea gets close to Linda and body slams her off the trail. Linda tumbles head first over the ledge. Chelsea watches the silver covered ass roll down the hill, before it is stopped by a large rock. Chelsea continues unch@ll?ng?d, now she can afford to back off and run a more comfortable pace.
Abby is back in the race but moving much slower. She doesn’t know that she has just past the area where Linda was pushed off the trail. For all she knows Linda is still in the lead. Abby’s only hope of survival is to keep moving. Maybe, just maybe she can make up the time.
Linda comes around and makes her way back up to the trail. Her blond hair is matted and streaked with blood. She has a nasty gash on top of her head. Dazed, she starts running. She runs, faster and faster. Blood is trickling down her face. Linda is not sure why she running. She seems unaware of the other runner approaching from the opposite direction. The other runner says something that she doesn’t understand. She’s confused, “Was that Heidi?” An ATV is coming up the trail towards her. She becomes more lucid and realizes she’s running in the wrong direction. The ATV comes to a stop in front of her. Her smiling master reaches for a compound bow.
“It’s alright, it’s alright. I just got turned around. I hit my head. Please, I can catch them.”
She turns to run in the right direction. A sudden swooshing is followed by thump in her back. With widening eyes she glances down. The razor tip of an arrow is protruding out from between her breasts. She tries to move onward but her run is reduced to a walk and then to a wobble. She pauses and drops to her knees. In slow motion her head and shoulders roll forward onto the dirt. Linda comes to rest face down with her bikini-clad ass high in the air. A swoosh is again followed by a thud as a second arrow is buried deep into her cunt. Viewers are treated to a close up of her silver covered crotch turn slowly to crimson.
III
By mile 20, Heidi’s pace has slowed considerable. She doesn’t know it but she’s a full three miles behind the leader. Slogging along she can’t help but think of the other girl’s fate. The cries from Liz and what she must have endured. The gunshots 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 be next.
She scans the trail for any sign of Abby or Chelsea. The dirt trail offers an occasional footprint of those long passed. 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 protest.
Terrified and exhausted she is unable to control her bodily functions. Her bladder releases its dark yellow pee into her transparent briefs. 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. Her labia’s 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 lifts her small frame 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’s figured out from the tracks that there is only one runner in front of her and wonders if it’s Chelsea or Linda? Abby is unaware 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 crowd. The cheering raises her sprits. She straightens her back and sticks out her priggish 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 had missed a marker when she entered the meadow and didn’t go around the tree. She would have to go back out and go around it.
Chelsea is pi$$ed and hurries 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 legs cramp like a vice and she can’t get up. Her only option now is to crawl. Chelsea makes the turn around the tree and scurries back.
Some in the crowd 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 and places his left hand on her shoulder.
“You, you can’t hurt me, I won. I won.”
“Even though they loved your un-sportsman 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 deep in her cunt. The blade is pulled up, retracts off her pelvis and reinserted into the base of her stomach. Holding her steady by the shoulder he wrenches the blade up to her sternum. Some spectators gasp as she is gutted before their eyes. Her lime green pants now sliced and bloodied are tossed to 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.
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 year’s 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.
End.
UserBox