HER AIM IS TRUE - AND DEADLY
By Kandor



	Rachel ran through the jungle on bare feet, the leather loin cloth 
flapping against her hard, firm thighs as she gracefully bounced through the 
heavy vegetation barely making a sound. The man ahead her a few hundred yards, 
was another story, grunting and groaning as he ran from her, afraid for his 
life, making it easy for her to track.
	They'd been put on this tiny island, she a hired killer, he a murdered, 
rapist, kidnapper, in their society's sporting attempt at capital punishment. If 
he could avoid the amazon assassin for a day, he would be released. If not, he 
would be killed.
	To date, no one had been released. The thought made Rachel smile as she 
gave chase.
	This one had been tough, though, he'd avoided her most of the day, even 
taking one of her arrows in his naked ass, but he pulled it out, stopped the 
bleeding and still made it away from more arrows. Now she had but one left and 
had to make it count. Those were the rules.
	The man was running out of room to go on the tiny island and he knew it, 
his breathing was more labored, his movement more erratic and dictated by 
desperation, not common sense. He came to a stand of palm trees on the western 
part of the island and ran out of room. He wandered into the ocean as if 
considering swimming, but knew the folly of testing the shark-infested waters 
and the many miles it was to the mainland anyway. When he came back to the 
trees, Rachel was standing there, waiting, her last arrow already slipped out of 
the quiver and mounted on her bow. She held it at her side for now and smiled at 
him.
	"You gave it a good run, now stand and take it like a man," she said.
	"Please," the man said, hitting his knees and clasping his hands before 
him in supplication. "Please, mistress, spare me...."
	Rachel smiled and bid him to stand.
	"Get your cock hard for me and we'll see," she said. "If it's a 
serviceable length and does me some good, well, we'll see."
	The man eagerly fisted his soft cock, beating it harder and harder until 
the shaft glistened in the bright sun and filled his palm. It grew to about 8 
inches, fat and thick. Rachel smiled.
	"Not bad, not bad," she cooed. "Stand to the side so I may see it in its 
full splendor."
	The man obeyed, moving back until his hip was against a wide palm trunk as 
he continued jerking his meat. Rachel's strong arms slowly lifted the mounted 
bow and arrow to her side. She had one arrow left so she had to make it a good 
shot. The man was completely erect. She smiled at him as she thought about 
impaling his erection.
	"Good, good, that's it, jerk that hard cock for me, make it really big," 
she hissed, watching him close his eyes in concentration. "Then I'll come over 
there and give you a really special treat, something you'll never, ever 
forget..."
	She lifted the bow and took aim. The man was a sweaty mass of jerking 
motion now as he jacked off furiously to survive. He didn't open his eyes until 
he felt a sharp pain in his cock and realized it had been jerked from his 
pulling grasp. He looked down in horror and his mouth opened to scream but could 
not. The last arrow sliced neatly through the middle of his cock and nailed it 
to the tree to the side of him, holding him tight to it.
	"A................" he tried to yell again, but failed.
	Rachel walked up to him, laughing. 
	"Not bad, 40 yards or so, through something that small," she said 
disdainfully. "Square in the middle of the shaft, too. Not bad at all."
	He screamed now, high and long, and Rachel laughed. He put his hand on the 
arrow and started to pull, but the pain stopped him.
	"You're not bleeding now, but you pull that out, you will be, like a pig, 
and you'll be dead in minutes," she said. "I suggest you leave it there."
	He looked in horror at the arrow pegging his cock to the tree. It was 
still stiff. Rachel knelt before him and started sucking on the knob. He 
couldn't speak. 
	"Mmmm....betcha I can make you come," she growled, licking the head of his 
thick prick, using her fingers to jerk the part not stuck by the arrow.
	She put her mouth back on his cock and used her free hand to cup his 
swollen nuts. Incredibly, he felt them twitch and move in her grip and knew he 
was building to an orgasm.
	"Yeah, that's it, that's it stuck boy, I wanna see you spurt," she 
growled, pulling her mouth off and using her fingers to jerk the spit-soaked 
head of his meat. "Show me the load!!!"
	Within minutes of Rachel's muscular arm pumping at his impaled prong, the 
man growled and twitched and felt his balls erupt in orgasm. She shrieked in 
pleasure and delight as she watched him start to come - but nothing was coming 
from his cockhead. She jerked and jerked and jerked more, harder, as he felt 
like his entire lower body was aflame now. She kept masturbating him.
	"You can come, but you can't shoot!" she snarled into his ear, standing up 
to jack his cock now. "That arrow is right through your tube, you dumb fuck, all 
your come is backed up to it and has nowhere to go!!! Hurts like hell, huh? You 
want release! Do you! DO YOU!!!"
	"PlEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" he screamed,his 
body twitching in agony and pleasure as he convulsed against the arrow holding 
his cock to the tree and him from totally coming the orgasm of his life.
	"You GOT IT!!!" Rachel roared, and stopped jerking him to grab the arrow 
and pull it out of his cock and away from the tree with one smooth, fluid 
motion.
	HE looked down in time to see a huge explosion of come erupt from the hole 
in his cock, a geyser of spunk on both sides of his prick - and quickly followed 
and overcome by an jetting twin column of red as the blood from his severed dick 
artery billowed from the wounds. He screamed and tried clamping his hands over 
the wounds in his prick, but sheets of red now coursed through his tightly 
clenched fingers. As his blood left him, he slowly hit his knees, eyes rolling 
up into his head, his face going ghostly white.
	"S'matter, don't you like how I made you come?" Rachel giggled, walking 
behind him to unleash a brutal upward kick into his nuts from behind.
	The man groaned and fell forward into the sand, a thick apron of blood 
darkening the fine white grains under him in a spreading pattern. He died 
moments later and Rachel left for the far side of the island to wait for the 
boat. In the meantime, high tide would claim the body, or what was left of it 
after a battalion of sand crabs were done with it.