Eliza's Story, Episode VI: Huntress
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Eliza uses her archery skills to take revenge on a fetishist

Eliza sat at her computer in her dorm room, watching videos of gymnasts from a
rival school that her team would be competing against next week. She was
coming up with new balance beam and floor routines and she wanted something
that would really wow the judges. She took notes as she watched, here and there 
writing the name of a new move she planned to try.

She then decided to look at her own routines, to get an idea of what the
judges had been seeing. She typed her own name into the search box. Then she
stared.

Along with the official video clips provided by the university, there were
several unofficial ones of her routines, all provocatively titled with words
like "hot" and "sexy." She clicked on a few of them, discovering that they
were all posted on the same guy's YouBoob channel. Investigating the channel
further, she found several more videos of her, including ones of her casually
doing back flips on the grass, practicing with her bow on the archery range,
and one brief video that was just a closeup of her forearm, titled "Hot
Chick's Thick, Muscular Brown Forearm."

She felt anger rise up inside her. Some creepy-ass, perverted fetishist was
stalking her, secretly videotaping her, and posting the stuff on the Internet.
A cold look of determination appeared on her face. She was going to find out
who this perv was. Then she was going to destroy him.

Eliza was more than capable of physically demolishing male opponents. Years of
gymnastics and martial arts training had made her body a powerful, heavily
muscled fighting machine, while still remaining feminine and graceful. After
bulking up in between high school and college with heavy weight training, she 
now stood at 5'6" and 148 pounds. Her C-cup breasts were perky enough to pass 
the pencil test despite their size, and her ass was perfectly round and hard as steel.
From her mix of Latina, Middle Eastern, and Caucasian heritage, she had
inherited a beautiful natural dark brown tan. Her shoulder-length wavy dark
brown hair, large brown eyes, and high-cheekboned face provided femininity and
complemented her build well. Despite her size, she was just as graceful, elegant, 
and fast as the smaller girls on the team.

She tried to think of who the mystery pervert was. Of course he was too much
of a coward to put his real name on his channel, and his screen name was just
"MuscleGirlFan33." It was probably someone in one of her classes. Someone who
stared at her and quickly looked away when she looked back. There were lots of
guys that did that, clearly attracted to her hotness but intimidated by her
muscles, but she could likely narrow it down to a male who was weak and
scrawny. Strong, athletic guys had normal, healthy relationships with female
athletes. It was the wimps who were turned on schmoe-style by girls who could
do things they could never do.

The best way to expose him was with a trap. Eliza changed out of her
long-sleeved blue top and replaced it with a white one with three-quarter
length sleeves. The white would really show off the darkness of her tan, and
the sleeves would expose her forearms. The white top was loose enough that it
didn't really show the outline of her breasts, and the baggy camoflauge pants
she was wearing didn't display the curves of her butt. Normal guys, guys who
were into tits and ass, wouldn't pay much attention to her when she was
dressed like this. But the pervert would be drawn to her exposed forearms, and
hopefully would give himself away.

To complete her outfit, Eliza reached into the drawer that contained her large
collection of leather bracelets and chose two identical black studded ones.
Like most of her bracelets, they were men's ones, as her wrists were too big
for most women's bracelets. Putting them on, she nodded in satisfaction. The
bracelets would cover up the (still impressively thick) thinnest part of her
wrists, making her forearms look even bigger. The trap was set. She smirked as
she headed off to her first class. Whoever this creep was would learn a swift,
brutal, and permanent lesson about not stalking and perving on her.

No one took the bait in her morning evolutionary biology and Russian history
classes, however. When she went to lunch, she wondered if the perv came from
somewhere else. During her English literature class in the afternoon, she
thought a guy was staring at her wrist...only to realize that he was looking
at the big tits of a girl sitting behind her wearing a low-cut top. She was still 
laughing to herself at that as she headed off to gymnastics practice.

When she entered her dorm building after practice was over, she suddenly
paused. Could the pervert be someone in her dorm? Her building was coed, but
boys and girls were on separate floors. She would have noticed a boy spending
too much time on her floor. She sighed as she went to pick up her mail. Maybe
tomorrow's classes would...

She froze when she noticed that the guy working at the mail desk was staring
at her forearm as she reached out to take her letters. She looked at him and
he quickly blushed and looked away. He was thin, pale, and clearly unathletic,
fitting the profile perfectly. Now she just had to make sure.

She gave him a dazzling smile and tried not to smirk as his blush grew deeper.
"Oh, I've been waiting for this one," she said, holding up one of her letters.
"Do you mind if I open it right here?"

"N...not at all," he stammered, clearly in awe of her beauty and her muscles.

Eliza casually but carefully postioned herself so that she was facing away
from him, while giving him a perfect angle to view her right forearm.
Pretending to be engrossed in her mail, she watched him out of the corner of
her eye. Sure enough, he took out his phone and began filming!

Feeling both triumph and anger flow through her, she suppressed those feelings
and loudly made a show of reacting to the letter, giving him time to put his
phone away without her noticing - or so he foolishly thought. She headed up to
her room.

She started up her computer and went straight to the YouBoob channel of
"MuscleGirlFan33." She didn't have to wait long. Sure enough, a few minutes
later, a new video entitled "Hot Chick's Thick, Muscular Brown Forearm 2"
appeared. She clicked on it. Yep. It was her opening the letter. There it was.
The smoking gun.

Eliza thought about how to handle this. She could stalk her male victim, wait
for him to be alone and vulnerable, then pounce. But she didn't want to just
wait for the right situation to pop up. No, she would much rather create one
herself. She would lure him into that kind of situation with her sexy
femininity and her seductress abilities. Then, she could get her revenge. She
had seen the creep on a regular basis, but had never paid much attention to
the little twerp. He was just there, like a piece of furniture. Well, he
wasn't going to be there for much longer.

She was familiar enough with his schedule that she knew he left his station at
five. She looked at the time on her phone. Almost there. She went over what
she would say and do in her head, then grinned wickedly as she headed out of
her room and down the stairs.

The perv was just packing up his things. "Hey," she called out in her
friendliest, most non-threatening voice. He looked up and blushed deeply when
he saw it was her. She smiled at him, making him turn even redder.

"I saw you looking at me earlier," she whispered, coming closer to him. "But
it seemed like you were staring at my arms. Most guys stare at my tits or ass.
Did you find something you liked?"

"Um...uh...er..." He looked down at his shoes.

"Come on, baby. It's okay. You can tell me. I won't get mad."

"Well, actually, yes. I was looking at your forearm. I l...like how big it is."

"I kinda figured." When he began turning away, Eliza smiled at him again.
"It's okay, don't be afraid."

She placed her arm next to his. The contrast between the two arms was
dramatic. Eliza's was thick and powerful, with very well-developed muscles and
a dark brown tan. His was thin, pale, and girly, with no muscle tone. "I guess
I do have arms like a man," she said casually.

"N...no, I j...just have arms like a girl." His tone of voice indicated that
he was both ashamed of his lack of masculinity and getting off on it
schmoe-style. Making sure he couldn't see her, she smirked to herself. She
could read him like a book.

"So, what's your name?" she asked, after removing the smirk and replacing it
with her most sincere-looking phony smile.

"C...Chad."

"Nice to meet you, Chad. I'm Eliza." She had been very tempted to say
mockingly, "Nice to meet you, C...Chad," but restrained herself. She would
play nice while baiting the trap. When it was set, then she could be unleashed.

Eliza turned the subject to another of the perv's fetishes, judging from his
YouBoob channel. Talking about those things would be a great way to make him
uncomfortable without casting suspicion on herself. "So, I've been expecting
some new arrows for my longbow to arrive in the mail," she said casually.
"Have they come in yet?"

"N...no."

"You into archery, by any chance?"

"Not me p...personally. I've never tried it. But I think it's c...cool when
girls are into weapons and combat and other guy stuff. Especially after seeing
Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games."

Eliza tried not to roll her eyes. Ever since the Hunger Games had been made
into movies, people had gotten so into the whole "girl with bow" thing. Such a
bunch of bandwagon fans, just like Seattle Seahawks fans. At least she could
proudly and honestly say that she had been into archery before it was cool.

She pointed to his bag. "You ready to go?"

"Y...yeah. My shift is over."

"Wanna go hang out for a bit?"

Chad's heart was pounding. This incredibly hot girl, the object of his
lustful, degenerate fantasies, was actually offering to hang out with him? All
his life, he had desired strong, athletic girls, but had always been rejected
by them because they wanted a strong, athletic man instead of a weakling like
him. Now, it seemed, finally here was a woman who was understanding enough to
look past his physical weaknesses. Or so he thought.

He was excited, but also a little afraid. Why would a girl like her want to
spend time with a guy like him? He wondered if she somehow knew that he had
been secretly filming her and putting the videos up on the Internet. But he
pushed those thoughts out of his mind. That was just paranoia, he told
himself. "S...sure! I'd love to!" he said eagerly. Eliza smiled. This was too easy.

She led him outside and onto a large, grassy field. She stopped, turning to
look at him. At 5'5" and 135 pounds, he was shorter than her and much
scrawnier. Despite his light weight, he already had the beginnings of a gut in
his midsection from his lack of athletic activity and poor dietary choices. In
contrast, Eliza had steel-hard six-pack abs and a waist measurement that was
smaller than his, despite her greater weight and muscular bulk.

"I like to come out here to practice my tumbling," she said in the same casual
tone she had used earlier. "Oh, did you know I'm on the gymnastics team?"

"Yes...I mean no...I mean yes..." Chad didn't know what level of lie to use.
Of course he didn't want her to know that he was stalking her, but just
knowing she was on the team was okay, right?

"No? Yes? I thought I saw you at some of our meets. Or maybe it was just
someone who looks like you. Anyway, want to see some of my skills?"

Chad's heart was pounding again. She was bringing up yet another of the things
that got him hot. "Of c...course," he stammered.

Eliza grinned. She took a deep breath, then hurled her powerful body into a
rapid tumbling pass, starting with a front tuck, then going into a roundoff,
two whip backs, two back handsprings, two more whip backs, and finishing with
a full twisting layout. From there, she spun around and began doing a series
of standing back handsprings back towards him. Her handsprings were one-armed,
alternating hands with each flip, showing off her impressive wrist strength.
She elegantly backflipped like the pro-gymnast she was closer and closer to
him, finally finishing with another full twist, landing perfectly on her feet,
and raising her arms in the stereotypical gymnastic "Y" shape.

Chad applauded loudly. "Wow. That was...amazing." He wished he could have
filmed her, but seeing her flip up close was even better. He would have
something very good to jack off to tonight.

Eliza, though repulsed by him and knowing the kind of perverted thoughts that
must be running through his mind, kept up her act. "So, was there a movie that
got you into this too?"

"Actually, y...yes. The movie Blast with Nadine Velazquez. It just seemed like
a regular cheap action film at first, but there was this scene where Nadine
did a bunch of back flips during a fight. I just thought it was so amazing
that a girl could do those moves while none of the guys around her could." He
decided not to mention the fact that he liked going back to that scene and
jacking off to it.

Eliza successfully hid a smirk. She figured that he liked going back to that
scene over and over and jacking off to it. She thought about how to play this
next. She had the fish on the hook. Her target was interested in her without
being too scared of her. Now she just had to reel it in, slowly and carefully.
She would need one night to prepare everything, make sure it was all perfect.
Tomorrow, she would do it.

She glanced over at the setting sun. "Oh, shit, I'm late. I promised I'd meet
my gymnastics teammates for dinner. I'll see you tomorrow at the mail desk.
Bye!"

Chad watched her head off into the sunset, admiring her heavily muscled ass, then
the sunset when she was out of sight. He had no idea that would be the last sunset
he would ever enjoy.

5PM, THE NEXT AFTERNOON

Eliza approached Chad as he sat at the mail desk. A large duffel bag was slung
over her shoulder. "Hey," she said casually.

He looked up, alert, at the sound of her voice. "H...hey, Eliza." She looked
almost like a soldier, as she was wearing camoflauge pants and a matching
camoflauge top. Black combat boots and elbow-length black leather gloves
completed her outfit. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a neat ponytail.

"I was just going out for some archery practice." She paused, as if struck by
a sudden thought. "Want to come with me? I get lonely all by myself, and not a
lot of guys are interested in going with me because they get intimidated by my
skills."

Chad's heart jumped with excitement. Going out with her, just the two of them
together, and watching the sexy markswoman fulfill one of his major fetishes
by showing off her talent with a bow? "I'd love to!" he said, the thought that
he might be in danger never entering his mind. Like most horndogs, he was
thinking with the part of his body that wasn't very good at thinking.

"Great. You're done with your shift, right? Let's go."

* * *

Eliza drove her black BMW away from campus, away from town, and deep into the
dark  woods, leaving the main highway and heading down a series of dirt roads that 
required an all-wheel drive vehicle like hers.

Next to her, the first feelings of uneasiness began to creep into Chad's head.
Why was she taking him this far out? There was no way she could even know that
his YouBoob channel dedicated to her even existed, much less be aware that he
was the one behind it. Right? He tried to calm himself. He was just being
paranoid. She probably just liked being where it was quiet.

Finally, Eliza parked the car underneath a tall pine tree and they both got
out. She opened her bag, revealing a beautifully carved Welsh-style longbow
and a quiver of a dozen white-feathered arrows.

"Just one more thing," she said. "The targets. Or the target. You." She fixed
Chad with an icy stare.

All the air seemed to rush out of him. His paranoia had been justified! She
knew! Somehow, she knew! He swallowed hard. "You're kidding, right?" he
managed to squeak out, hoping against hope that she would respond in the
affirmative and they could have a good laugh at the joke.

But Eliza's expression remained ice cold. "No, I'm not kidding, Chad. Or should I 
say MuscleGirlFan33?"

At that, Chad almost shit his pants. She did know! But how? Never mind, he
told himself. He had to try to bluff his way out of this. "What are you talking 
about?" he stammered in what he hoped was his most innocent voice.

"This." She reached into her pocket and held up an iPhone. His iPhone! He
gasped as he recognized it.

"Hey! How did you get that?"

"Oh, I picked your pocket on the drive over while you were distracted. Now,
let's just go to YouBoob and see what your screen name is. Why, it's none
other than MuscleGirlFan33!"

At that, Chad wet himself in pure fear. He dropped to his knees, begging and
pleading. "I'm sorry, Miss Eliza! I'll delete all the videos, I promise! I'll never 
film you again!" Tears flowed down his terrified face.

"You're just sorry you got caught, and you won't delete the videos. I will,"
she replied coldly. "But you're right about that last one. You'll never film
me again." She picked up her bow.

"No! Please..."

Eliza kicked him in the face with her military boot, releasing a spray of
blood. "I've already helped you with your fetishes for girls with thick wrists
and girls who can do back handsprings. Now, it's time for you to indulge in
your girls with bows and arrows fetish. I'll give you a five minute head start."

"W...what?" Chad stammered, still in pain from the power of her savage kick.

"I suggest you start running. Time's ticking."

Seeing that she was deadly serious about hunting him down like an animal, he
raced off into the woods as fast as his legs would carry him.

Eliza grinned wickedly to herself. She loved tracking and hunting with bows. She 
had experience with many types of them - a recurve bow, a modern compound 
bow, an ultra-modern crossbow...But this one, the Welsh-style longbow, was 
her favourite. With no sights or scope, it required tremendous talent to make
accurate shots, and she loved the rush her ego got over being successful with the
hard-to-use weapon. Also, the longbow required pure, brute strength (and lots of
it) to draw it back, and she got a thrill out of being strong enough to do it while 
knowing that most men couldn't.

She caressed the well-crafted, elegantly carved wood lovingly. Hunting humans
was so much more fun than hunting animals. She wondered how long this one
would last. Not long, most likely.

* * *

Chad crouched low behind a big tree, already huffing and puffing and out of
breath. After a few minutes of pure panic, he had paused here. He had to make
a plan.

Playing her game was suicide. From the way the darkly tanned beauty acted, she
must be an expert tracker and huntress, and if he just kept running through
the woods it would only be a matter of time before she caught him. And there
was no way he could run back to civilization and try to flag someone down for
help. They were too far out and he had too little time.

No, his only hope was to circle back to the BMW after she had left, try to
hotwire it, and drive to freedom. He took a deep breath. It was probably just
about five minutes now. He began making his way back by a different route,
hoping he could stay far enough ahead of her.

Finally, still huffing and puffing, he saw the vehicle ahead. He peeked around
cautiously, making sure she wasn't still by the car. All was quiet.

He darted up to the BMW and tried the door. Locked, of course. Picking up a
rock, he smashed the window and reached in to unlock the door.

WHOOSH.

There was a sudden, horrific pain in his left hand. Chad looked down and saw
an arrow embedded in it. "AAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Eliza stepped out from the woods. She rolled her eyes. "I knew you'd come back
here. Damn, are you ever dumb. I could have heard that glass breaking a mile
away. By the way, that wasn't very nice, breaking the window of my new car."
With blinding speed, she expertly inserted another arrow from her quiver and
drew the string back.

"Please! No!" he begged.

"Now run," she ordered. "And this time, have the balls to fight like a man!"

Chad, in terrible pain from the thick, wicked-looking arrow still impaled in
his hand, began to run. Suddenly, an arrow whooshed by him, less than an inch 
from his head, and embedded itself deep in a tree trunk. He froze.

"Run, chickenshit! That's the last shot I'll miss on purpose!"

He ran. Crying in fear of his imminent death, in pain from the arrow in his
hand, and in humiliation at being bested by a girl, he ran.

Eliza laughed aloud at his terror, waiting by her car. She wanted to make this
last, wanted to prolong his fear. This asswipe thought he could get off on his
fetishes and gain views for his YouBoob channel by secretly filming her. It
would be the last mistake he ever made.

* * *

Chad huddled underneath a large tree, crying. He had been running for what
seemed like hours. Out of breath and out of shape, he wheezed and panted,
wanting to wake up from this nightmare, just wanting it all to be over, one
way or another.

He looked behind him. Nothing seemed to be there. He prayed, hoping against
hope that he had lost her, that he would come to a road soon, that he could
get a driver to pick him up and carry him to safety. He shivered in fear.

But despite his terror, he was also feeling something else. This GIRL had
outclassed him in every way imaginable - physically, mentally, socially, and
sexually. He was partly filled with rage and bitterness because of that, but
the other part of him was strangely aroused by the situation. To be so
thoroughly dominated by a female was humiliating but alluring at the same
time.

Looking behind him, he thought he saw something brown flashing through the 
trees. Praying that it was just a deer and not the brown-skinned Eliza, he turned 
and began running again, puffing like a locomotive.

Suddenly, there was a whooshing sound, followed immediately by a horrific pain
in his left leg. He crumpled to the dirt, howling in agony. Sure enough, a
long, thick, wicked-looking arrow was embedded in his left calf. It had pierced 
all the way though the bone.

About forty yards away, Eliza emerged from the greenery, her longbow in her
gloved hands, another arrow already loaded. "Hello, Chad," she smirked. He was
too terrified to do anything except whimper in response.

"Get up," she ordered, taking aim directly at his heart.

With a groan, he struggled upright, keeping his weight on his good leg,
leaning back against a tree for support.

"Let me help you stay up." She adjusted her aim slightly and fired. The arrow
embedded itself in his left shoulder, driving all the way through and pinning
him to the tree. She waited for his screams to die down somewhat before
speaking again.

"That was pathetic," she sneered. "I stopped for two snack breaks along the
way. Even then there were at least four or five times I could have shot you
dead from behind, times you never even knew I was there. I let you keep going
to keep the game running longer, but this is the end."

"Please, Miss Eliza!" Chad begged. "I'll do anything you want! I'll be your
slave for life!"

The female gymnast sneered again. "Is that the best you can do? To a strong,
athletic, smart alpha female like me, there's nothing more pathetic than a
loser omega male like you who's so weak physically and mentally. I only
respect males who have the strength and confidence to keep up with me. Being a
submissive little bitch and offering to be my slave just makes me hate you more."

He tried a different tactic. "Then fuck you, you psychopathic cunt!"

Eliza simply laughed. "FAIL," she taunted him. "Words like that need strength
and passion behind them to work. You have neither, cocksucker."

She smirked as she felt his heart sink. "But tell you what, douchebag. I'll
give you one last chance to redeem yourself. But you have to do exactly as I
say."

"Of course, Mistress Eliza!" Hope sprung up again inside him.

She rolled her eyes. "Pull down your pants."

As well as he could, Chad unzipped his pants with his still-functioning right
hand and pulled them down, his movements awkward because of the three arrows
embedded in him.

"Now your underwear." Again he obeyed, exposing his shamefully small cock.

The pretty brunette giggled. "Of course you have a small dick. I wouldn't
expect anything else. Now I want you to wank, wanker. Get that tiny faggot
cock of yours hard."

Chad began to wank, but his erection was slow in developing. Eliza growled at
him. "Faster! Are you a man or not? Let's see some boner! If it helps, think
of how thick and muscular my dark brown forearms are. Think of how fast and
powerful my back flips are. Think of how good my markswomanship is. Those are
the things you get off on, aren't they, perv?"

Sure enough, the mention of his fetishes was enough for Chad to develop a
raging hard-on, his short cock reaching its maximum length of four inches.
"Now close your eyes," she ordered. "And you'd better not fucking open them
until I say you can."

Eliza smirked as she watched his eyes close. She then took careful aim with
her longbow. A target that small at this forty-yard distance was a very
difficult shot to make, especially with this kind of bow with no sights. She
would have to rely on her expert muscle memory.

Chad suddenly felt an unbelievably horrific, excruciating pain in his cock.
His eyes flew open as a soulless scream escaped from his lips. Looking down,
he saw with horror that an arrow had pierced his erect penis lengthwise, all
the way down the shaft.

Eliza pumped her fist at making the perfect shot. "You can open your eyes
now!" she said mockingly. She quickly made her way over to him with a rapid
series of cartwheels and front handsprings.

She looked straight into his terrified eyes. "Let me help you finish," she
whispered. With that, she yanked the arrow out of his cock with a single,
powerful jerk. Spurt after spurt of blood and semen flew out like a fountain,
red and white mixing together and pooling on the forest floor. He screamed,
his sounds growing weaker and weaker as he bled to death. The last thing he
saw before darkness took him permanently was Eliza's stunning, model-like face
watching him and the muscles in her arms rippling as she teasingly waved him
goodbye.

The girl-gymnast looked around carefully. Dead silence. She was now the only
living human for miles. She removed the other three arrows from the corpse one
by one, putting them back into her quiver, and let the body slump to the dirt.
Vultures, coyotes, bears, wolves...it would be a toss-up to see which of them
got to the flesh first.

Eliza removed the cash from his wallet. It would help pay for her car window
that he had broken. She left the credit cards - she wasn't going to let
anything be traced to her. She also dropped by Chad's body his iPhone that she
had pickpocketed earlier. Giving the corpse one last, triumphant glance, she
turned around and began making her way back to the BMW. Because of her many
years of wilderness experience, there would be no danger of getting lost.

She whistled as she walked, her mind already on what she wanted when she got
back to town - a big steak, some good wine, and a hard fuck. Yes, life was good.

THE END...for now

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