"Archill (Story, sport, cons) « on: Yesterday at 11:06:01 PM" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/E0JsRCxf Created on: Monday 12th of June 2017 03:40:29 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:20:30 AM UTC Archill (Story, sport, cons) « on: Yesterday at 11:06:01 PM » ReplyQuote The actual story begins beneath the game explanation. Game Explanation Archill is a competitive game played between two teams of ten. These teams consist of one shooter, two blockers, three targets, and four alternates who can be substituted in for any other team mate between volleys. Shooters use a bow and arrow to try and score points by hitting live targets. One point is awarded for a body shot, three points for an ass or boob shot, and six points are awarded for hitting the tit or cunt of a target. Points are awarded to the shooter’s team, regardless of who’s team the target belongs to. Five points are deducted from the score for head shots on an opposing team’s target. Hitting a blocker, from either team, deducts twenty points for a head shot, and five points for hitting anywhere else. Hitting the other shooter with an arrow, even a graze, results in an immediate forfeiture of the match. Targets and blockers must stay within a designated target zone. Leaving the target zone results in a penalty of minus one point per step taken outside of the zone. There are no specific regulations for the target zone set up, except that it must be a regularly shaped area and all obstacles inside the zone must be either shorter than one meter or more narrow than half a meter at its widest point. College archill target zones are usually circular areas about 60 meters in diameter with a scattering of hay bales and posts as obstacles. Inclusion of maiming devices or other potentially lethal traps are also legal. For official matches the placement of obstacles and traps have to be determined at the beginning of the season and each team is given a detailed map of the fields they will be playing on for away games so they can properly practice. Recently the Cooked Cunts and Hung Whores renovated their fields so that the target zones are on giant rotating platforms, this has been declared legal so long as the rotation was either constant or completely random during the match, and the other teams received information on the speed, direction, and pattern of movement at the beginning of the season. Before the match shooters select a two meter diameter space that they cannot leave during play. The selected space must be at least ten meters from the edge of the target zone and cannot overlap the other shooter’s zone. A controversial rule change has recently allowed men to join archill teams as the shooter, a move that is predicted to increase both team tryouts and fan attendance. Shooters compete completely naked, though they are usually painted in team colors. Targets play mostly naked, the exception being a pair of fist mitts in their team colors. They are usually also painted, with teams highlighting their high scoring zones. Blockers wear eight centimeter high heels as well as armbinders. A long blade is fixed to the blockers elbows. They may use these blades on targets from either team or other blockers on their own team without restriction, however using their blades on blockers from the other team may result in the same point deduction as hitting them with an arrow. Points are not removed if the refs determine that a blocker intentionally injured herself on the other teams blades, or decide that the wound is trivial. The game is split into three rounds, called ‘volleys’. Each shooter starts the volley with four arrows, and the round is over once both shooters have fired all arrows. Points are scored for living targets, and any arrows that strike targets or blockers that the refs judge to be dead at the time of the hit have no effect on the score. Teams have a brief period of time to rest, tend wounds, and make any substitutions between volleys. As long as a team has enough living alternates to replace players that died in the previous volley, they must begin the next volley with three targets and two blocker. If they have fewer than five women left (not counting the shooter) they may decide how many blockers or targets to field, as long as they don’t start the volley with more than two blockers or more than three targets. Bodies and arrows are removed from the field in between volleys, though any sprung traps are not reset. --- Actual Story---------------------------------------------------------------- “Hello Men and Meat, and welcome to the opening match of the Archill season, starting off between the Slashed Sluts and the Cooked Cunts! I’m your host, Ted Garner. With me today is the former assistant coach for the Hung Whores, Ms Jana Goodman” The camera focused on the pair of sportscasters, smiling expectantly at the camera. The faint lines creasing Ted’s face and the touch of grey in his short cropped hair seemed to accentuate, rather than diminish his stocky masculinity. He spoke in short enthusiastic bursts, as though the audience was part of a marching parade and he, the drill sergeant at the front. To his side sat a stunning woman of mixed black and white heritage. Jana’s tight fitting black stripped dress seemed to strain against her cheats as she breathed. Her curly hair bouncily framed a face that seemed naturally radiant as she smiled at the camera. “Thanks Ted. I must say it’s a real pleasure to be here with you tonight” “The pleasure is mine, I assure you. Now, you’ve had a very good career thus far, taking your team all the way to the semifinals last year. So why did you decide to quit now?” “Well Ted, my cousin worked at the Little Red animal shelter. You may have hear that the shelter had the unfortunate incident with a boerboel last week” “I did see it on the news. Really glad the story had a happy ending” “Yes, it really was fortunate they were able to coax the dog back into its cage without harming it. But the damage it did to the shelter was considerable, as was the cost of cleaning out all the blood. They’re holding a charity slave auction this weekend and, in memory of my cousin, I’ll be auctioned off along with several other volunteers to help recoup the costs” “I will certainly be there to put in a bid. I’m sure such a fine specimen as yourself will raise a lot for the shelter. Are you looking forward to your life as a puppy girl? “Honestly, with the type of clientele we’re expecting, I think it’s much more likely I’ll end up as pet food. But as long as it benefits the shelter, I’m happy” “Well I for one think that pussy of your is worth much more than ground meat, but enough about that, let’s get back to the game at hand” “Sure thing Ted” “Now Jana, you’ve been studying these two teams with the assumption that you’d be going up against them one day. If you didn't already have plans for it, where would you bet your pussy?” “That’s a tough call Ted, neither team really seems to have a strong showing this year” “Never something a sports fan wants to hear” “The Slashed Sluts definitely seems to have the biggest obstacle to overcome. The shadow of the last few years’ losses are going to be a hard thing to shake. Coach Chelsea Ellis” As the mullato woman spoke, a small screen of the head coach, and older redhead dressed in a modest white and red polo was busy directing players “has even announced that if the Sluts don’t make it at least to the finals this year, she and all of the other coaches will be snuffed so the team can get a fresh start” “Always risky to start a season with no experienced coaches, but sometimes a necessary one. What can you tell us about the cunts?” “The Cooked Cunts are being headed by a relatively new face, coach Kathrin Simons” The picture switched to a tanned, bleach blond woman dressed in red and brown. She was talking to a very similar looking brunette in a matching top “Though it might be more appropriate to say that she’s co-coaching with her sister. The pair claim to be planning to shake up the way the game is played, but it’s hard to tell whether their new strategies are a stroke of genius, or just signs of a stroke” “And what can you tell us about the archers? Are either of them taking advantage of the controversial ruling that males can now compete in that role?” “No, despite one team claiming to have a bold new strategy, and the other team in desperate need of one, both coaches have decided to field female archers this year” “Both familiar faces too” “That’s right. Betty Write would be the more experienced of the two” The screen changed to show the tall flat chested brunette stretching next to the field. Her young body was nude except for the white and red stripes painted onto her taut limbs. Up in the corner of the screen was a smaller insert of her official photo. In it, Betty looked exceptionally pale, and a little bit sleepy, from the initiation ritual that had just taken place. The line of red cuts running up her forearms just barely made it into the frame. “She’s a very good shot, with her main advantage being her power. Most of her targets are going to stay further back in the field so they can avoid a kill shot” “We’ve definitely seen her power, but not much in the way of endurance when she’s played before. Has Ellis done anything to try and adjust for her shortcomings?” “Betty definitely doesn’t seem to last long on the field, and judging from her choice of targets, Ellis seems to be expecting the same for this match” “How so?” “Well she’s selected some very good runners for the first volley” The screen changed to a view of two leggy blonds and tall Latina. Their bodies were naked and painted, with white patches on their breasts, cunt and buts, overlayed with red cross-hairs. Each also had red and white fist mitts on each hand. The three were stretching their painted bodies by the side of the field. The Latina’s full breasts bounced appealingly as she jogged in place “We can expect a lot of good scores from these women. But the alternates she has on the bench…” The screen switched to four short women, their painted breasts considerably smaller than their teammates, talking jovially side by side “…suggests that she’s planning on playing a mostly defensive late game” “Speaking of defense, their blockers would be the Slut’s strongest players this match, right?” “Definitely their most experienced, and yes, probably their strongest assets” On screen were a pair of fit yet voluptuous women, one a short brunette and the other a tall raven haired woman with otherwise Irish features. In addition to their paint, like the targets but with the colors inverted, both women had their arms strapped tight into a horizontal armbinder, holding their wrists to their elbows. A long blade extended out from each elbow. High heels accentuated their shapely legs, as they eyeballed the field. Both women had a spattering of scars decorating their curvy bodies “Both Kristin Wood and Mona O’Brian have the most games of any woman on the field today. Both are fast, smart, and can really take an arrow” “Not to mention gorgeous. I wouldn’t mind having the pair of them in my bed” “Me either Ted. I don’t think anyone would” “Now, enough about the Slashed Sluts, what can you tell me about their opponents, the Cooked Cunts?” “Well their archer, Erica Love, is a good all around shooter” As Jana spoke the screen changed to a light blonde of medium build taking a few practice shots with her bow. Her nude body was painted much like her counterpart on the other team, though she had red and brown stripes on her skin. In the corner a small image of her official picture appeared. She was smiling enthusiastically in the still frame, though her skin in the picture was an angry red, like her whole body had been sunburned. “Rumor is that coach Simons has had her training on a bow with a much lower pull than what she’s used in previous seasons. We’ll have to see how this lower penetrating power is going to play into their strategy” “Aren’t girls normally trying to maximize penetration?” “I certainly am” “Well I’m sure I can help with that after the show. Now, what about the rest of the team?” “The Cunt’s blockers are definitely unusual” The pair of women who showed up on the screen, a curly haired brunette and an ebony beauty, were far more rubenesque that their counterparts. The pair’s massive breasts hung off their chests as they stood face to face, apparently discussing strategy “Simons has clearly tried to maximize area and stopping power of her blockers, but I’m worried she may have sacrificed speed and endurance to get it” “It will still be quite a sight to see those massive tits flopping around out on the field today” “No doubt about it” “What about the targets?” “It’s hard to say what the plan is there. Most of the alternates are better endowed…” A pan of the four naked women waiting on the bench showed that indeed, three of them sported at least D cups. “…so we might be looking at a high scoring game, but her starting targets for the most part seem a bit more deficient” The camera switched to a trio of women bending and twisting, stretching their lithe bodies in preparation. One was a pale and curly haired dirty blonde with barely a B cup. The other two were both tanned women with long raven hair. The pair could have been sisters, though one was very well endowed while the other sported what would generously be refereed to as a pair of mouthfuls on her chest. “You think she’s anticipating The Slut’s archer loosing steam in later volleys?” “It’s definitely a possibility, though the blockers make me think she has a less conventional play in mind” “Well it’s just about time to see how these lovely ladies plan to get skewered in today’s match, as the two archers come forward to pick their positions. Now, as it’s the Sluts home field, the Cunts would usually pick their archer’s position first, though they appear to have waived that right and decided to let the Sluts pick first” “Highly unusual” “Certainly is. And now that the Sluts have their placement, it looks like the Cunts will take a position about thirty degrees around the field. At the very least this promises to be an unusual first match of the season. Let’s watch” ---1--------------------------------------- As the announcers voices faded into the background the unclothed targets and blockers took their places in the circular, obstacle filled field. The targets stood in the middle of the field, their collective chests rising and falling in anticipation of the match. Their bound hands raised and ready to run. The blockers were placed about half way between the center and their opposing team’s shooters. A look of easy confidence was on the Slut’s blockers, while their more rubenesque counterparts on the Cunts’ team looked on with intense focus. The horn blew and the players scattered, breasts bouncing and legs pumping as the targets ducked behind obstacles to deny the other team a shot at their delectable tits and pussies. Both of the Cunt’s blockers made a B line to the Slut’s archer. Their massive breasts swinging wildly as they teetered in their high heels. The Slut’s blockers were more methodical. Kristin slowly began to swing around to try and corral the targets toward their own archer while Mona kept herself between the Cunt’s archer and the center, her body loose as she watched the targets scatter. The Cunt’s runners didn’t resit Kristin's herding too much. Cautiously they jogged closer to Betty’s position, carefully keeping to cover as much as they could as they moved. On the sidelines both archers had arrows nocked but strings loose, they waited for a clean shot. Betty frowned as the pair of chubby blockers kept themselves between her targets and herself, staying close to the edge of the target zone so they didn’t have to move as much. A few arm gestures between them, and the Slashed Sluts’ three targets spread themselves outward. The pair of blockers kept themselves between the two furthest girls, but this left a clear path between the waiting Betty and one of her blonde targets, Sabrina Morton. The leggy target motioned for her own blocker to give her some cover before breaking into the open. Her bare legs flashed as she serpentined away from the obstacles, trying not to give Erica a clear shot while her teammate drew her bow. But just as Betty’s hand reached the side of her face, arrow nocked and ready, Sabrina fell to the ground. The tall blonde had been toppled by a slide tackle from Debbie Caldwell, the flat chested brunette target from the Cunt’s team. The blonde Sabrina struggled to get to her feet as Debby continued to kick and flail, keeping her down as best she could. Mona grimaced as she spotted the commotion. The blocker shouted at her partner, Kristin, to cover the other two targets as she ran to try and break up the scuffle. Kristin’s ample bosom swung as she rushed into position, worried that one of the two targets would use the opportunity to break away from cover, but the dirty blonde, Helen, was outside of range for a safe shot. She was watching the other two of the Slut’s targets. apparently ready to slide tackle one of them if it looked like Betty had a clean shot. It was pretty easy for Kristin to keep the Cunt’s third target covered, the busty brunette Nikki. Seeing that her teammate was inbound, Sabrina stopped trying to escape, but instead fought to keep Debbie on the ground as well, tangling the brunette up in her own long limbs. At the arrival of the curvy blocker, Debbie realized she needed to get away. She scrambled desperately as the other blonde let her go, but it was futile. Mona dropped herself on the crawling brunette with well practiced aim. Debbie screamed as the blade sliced into her gut, ripping through her insides as she thrashed in pain. Mona kept herself on the screaming woman, twisting her body as she felt Debbie’s hot blood splash across her own naked skin. Beside this commotion, Sabrina shot to her feet. Holding her arms out to her sides she presented herself to Betty’s bow. The blonde gasped in pain as the shaft buried itself in her right breast. The white and red shaft wobbling from her flesh. A moment later her hips bucked forward as a brown and red shaft lodged itself in her left buttock. By this time Phyllis Scott, the Cunt’s black skinned blocker, was in place to keep Betty from getting another easy shot. Grunting through the pain, Sabrina sprinted back to cover to keep Erica from putting another arrow in her ass. Kim Caldwell, the other blocker for the Cunt’s team, was having an easy time keeping the Slut’s Latina target covered as the second blonde, Felicia Fowler, was currently underneath Helen. The Cunt’s dirty blonde target straddled the other woman, pummeling her soft skin with bound fists. Kristin charged the unoccupied Nikki, hoping to drive the busty woman back out of range before helping her teammate. She needn’t have hurried. In her aggression, Helen hadn’t noticed how exposed her position was. Felicia’s beating paused as the red and white arrow pierced Helen’s side, eliciting a shout of pain from the target. Felicia threw the other woman off of herself and scrambled to her feet. The naked blonde sprinted at Betty, cupping her right breast with her mitten hands as best she could to keep it from bouncing. Betty took another arrow, knocked it, and slowly drew it back to her cheek. Felicia’s body twisted as the arrow slammed into her, cleaving her pink tit. Betty quickly grabbed her final arrow, hopping to score the tit’s match. But by now Kim was running over, forcing Sabrina to evade the tottering blocker. Betty decided to save her final arrow. Mona rolled herself onto her knees and then forced her way to her feet, one tit dripping blood as she surveyed the field. Debbie’s eviscerated body of still twitched weakly on the ground beside her. The busty blocker shouted something over to her partner. Kristin shouted back and the pair slowly began to advance on the Cunts two remaining targets. Mona tracking Nikki, while Kristin slowly closed on Helen. The Cunt’s blockers kept themselves between Betty and the three remaining Slut targets as best they could. None of the three were really trying to break through their opponent’s blockade, knowing that, right now, their archer’s one remaining arrow was best used as a deterrent to keep the opposing targets ducking for cover. Felicia and Leticia kept to cover, popping their heads up only to make sure the Cunt’s blockers weren’t coming for them, or that the Cunt’s targets weren’t coming for them either. Felicia was particularly cautious, cradling the shaft buried in her chest as best she could to keep it from moving around. Sabrina by contrast was taunting the Cunts’ archer. Jumping out from cover to waggle her shapely tits, the one protruding shaft waving temptingly, before jumping back to cover. She even went so far as to hold her legs apart and pull open her slit for the blonde shooter. Erica didn’t take the bate, though it was clear she was interested, eyes watching the tempting blonde with her bow slightly drawn for the shot. Elsewhere on the field Nikki was easily keeping her distance from the high healed blocker slowly pursuing her. Mona didn’t like it, they were both getting to far from the archers. Kristin liked her pursuit less. Helen was clearly letting the busty blocker close the distance. Staying in cover, but seeming to be waiting for the blocker to reach her. Kristin came to a full stop, trying to gauge what the other girl’s plan was. Sabrina’s taunts continued. Suddenly, her tall body curled over, as she was overcome with the need to cough. A splattering of red escaping her lips to spray across the field. Erica saw her chance and let her red and brown arrow fly. It whooshes over her yellow head as the Slashed Slut throws herself forward onto the ground to avoid it. She does not escape unscathed however, and lets out a bloody scream as the arrow in her chest is forced through her body, the bloody point erupting from her back. Erica also isn’t done with the screaming girl yet, and a moment latter a second Red and brown shaft lodges itself in Sabrina’s pert behind, right next to her first shot. The shafts to wobble back and forth as the tight meat ripples with the force of the impact. Sabrina sobs in agony as she quickly rolls back into cover, the arrows ripping through her flesh as she rolls over them. Safely behind cover, Sabrina stays lying on her back, her body wracked with coughs as she spits up a mouthful of blood. The sticky red fluid splatters across her face, dyeing her cheeks and chin a dark red. A thin stream of blood leaks from Helen’s side as she and Mona stared each other down. The dirty blonde woman takes a quick glance at Nikki, then shouts a signal to her teammate. Helen jumps around the cover to charge toward the blood stained blocker covering her. At the same time, Nikki gives her own tail the slip and makes a break toward her own archer. Her large breasts bounce pendulously as her sprinting gait is broken by the occasional hop over the traps that litter the field. Helen closes on Mona. The curvy blocker twists her body trying to catch the bold target with one of her long blades, but the naked woman hops back just in time, the sharp blade barely scraping her pale belly to leave a thin red scratch in its wake. Helen ducks down as Mona continued to spin, trying to catch the skinny target with her other blade. The target’s smooth leg shots out to slam into the spinning woman’s knee. The dark haired woman topples to the ground in a mass of jiggling curves. Helen swings her leg high over her head, baring her pink slit, before bringing her heel down hard into Mona’s soft stomach. The curvy woman doubles over, her body quivering in pain. A moment later an arrow appears in Helen’s own stomach, centimeters above her painted cunt. The blonde grimaces as the arrow pierces her, the broad arrowhead erupting violently from her back. The pain only slows the ferocious woman for a moment, not long enough for Mona to scramble to her feet. Helen throws herself onto of the prone woman, driving her knees into the curvy woman’s gut. Mona thrashes violently, kicking the air as she struggles, but with her arms pinned behind her and the long blades making it hard to roll, she’s unable to do anything about the skinny target from on top of her. Helen slams her fist into the blocker’s pretty face. Fresh blood erupts across her white skin, her nose clearly broken. The blow stuns Mona long enough for Helen to get her shin on top of the voluptuous woman’s throat. She presses down with all her weight. Mona struggles, shaking trails of sticky blood across her face as she tries in vain to throw off the skinny woman. Her powerful legs kick desperately, but the regulation heels aren't able to gain purchase on the soft ground. Her gasping lips turn blue, her eyes roll back as she archs her spine. Her kicks grow weak, her legs bending and straightening without apparent purpose. Her voluptuous body shivers, and then goes still. Helen continues to grind her shin into the limp body’s neck as her stomach leaks blood over the womanly corpse. In another part of the field Kristin tried valiantly to catch Nikki as she ran past. But the heavy chested target slipped past her blades and continued to sprint, quickly ditching the high heeled woman. She ducked and weaved behind obstacles until Erica shouted to her that she was in the clear. With nothing to stop her, Nikki sprints straight to her team’s archer, stopping only once she reached the very border of the target zone. She props one heavy breast up with her arms, holding her breath to still her chest. She flinches slightly as the arrow split her pink nipple cleanly in two. Behind her Kristin was still sprinting in her heels, trying desperately to catch the woman until the very moment the horn signaled the end of volley one. As Nikki walked off the field, the final arrow hung limply in her breast, bouncing along with the jug as she walked. After the players left the field, attendants entered to haul off Mona’s blue faced corpse, Sabrina’s blood speckled body, and Debbie’s eviscerated carcass, carefully scooping the coils of intestine into her open stomach to keep them from trailing on the field. ---2------------------------------- The screen cut back to the pair of announcers sitting behind the large desk, they were accompanied by two other women. The first was slightly older and very busty, her wavy chestnut hair curled to rest in the deep cleavage formed by her professional blazer, which apparently had nothing beneath. The second was a young looking blonde with piercing blue eyes. Her translucent white top played with revealing the subtle curves of her body in the bright lights. Everyone looked flabbergasted at the camera as the official score appeared beneath them. Cunts 12 Sluts 11 “Wow” Ted started “Just wow” Jana broke the shocked silence “Coach Simons was definitely serious about using a new strategy. I don’t remember ever seeing a target take down a blocker” “That’s because it has not happened. It has not happened” He repeated with enthusiasm “What we might be witnessing tonight is a complete reinventing of the game. The paradigm that targets run from blockers has been questioned. And the results are staggering” “I have to admit, I thought it was going to go downhill for the Cunts when they lost their first target without any points, but they’ve really shown how effective an aggressive target can be” “It has been a devastating strategy. Coach Ellis might as well start greasing up her spit now, because there is no way they are coming back from this” Jana squinted her eyes skeptically “I don’t think it’s a done game yet. The Sluts are only up by one” “I don’t mean the game, I mean the season. Kristin and Mona are the kind of blockers that archers have taken the point penalty for shooting just to take them out of play. The Cunts have taken Mona out of play permanently. Those two have carried the Sluts through half of last season. Does the coach Ellis have anyone in the wings who can pick up the slack?” Jana shook her head “Not unless they’ve been hiding them very well” Tod nodded “And if Kristin isn’t careful, the Cunts could very well take her out too. Ellis was definitely not planning on losing either blocker this game. There’s no one on the bench with the experience playing in heels to watch Kristin's back. Now that we know that she needs to” “Well, I’m not ready to count the Sluts out quite yet, though you’re right, it’s not looking good for them right now” “But holy god am I being rude. I’ve completely forgotten to introduce our guests” Tonight we are accompanied by our assistant production manager, Lora Fowler, and her PA, Marta Brigs” “Hello” “Hi” “So how does it feel finally being on this side of the camera?” “Well, this isn’t my first time in front of a camera. I used to be a newscaster before becoming a Dolcett girl” Lora wiggled her shoulders excitedly, pressing her ample breasts together for a moment “But there is definitely something exciting about being back in the public eye” The young blonde PA just smiled nervously. “Well, since you enjoy the spotlight, why don’t you tell the folks at home why the two of you are here” “Thanks Ted” Lora swept her wavy locks back, clearing the view of her curvy chest “Lots of people have called and written in, asking why teams don’t remove the arrows between volleys, instead of snapping the shaft and leaving the head in. Marta and I volunteered as part of a live…well, live to begin with… demonstration of why it makes tactical sense to leave the arrow heads in. Jana, go ahead” The dark woman got up out of her seat. Coming around the desk it was clear that her tight dress didn’t go far past the curve of her firm bottom. The camera panned back to keep her in the shot as she grabbed a bow and quiver from one of the assistants off camera. She held up one of the arrows. The camera changed to a tight view of her face behind the sharp point. “Different teams use different arrow heads depending on their individual strategies. Some teams will even have a mix of arrow heads for a single volley, different ones depending on whether the archer is shooting at their own targets or the opposing team. But one thing they almost all have in common is the barbs to help them stick in the target’s body. This is because a graze does not count as a score. Having the arrow lodge itself in the woman’s flesh makes it easier for the refs to see, and ensures that each point counts” “Just another case where you need full penetration for it to matter” Ted interjected Jana chuckled before continuing “Here I’ve chosen a medium sized head with no serration for our demonstration” The view transitioned back to include the desk once more as Jana nocked the arrow. “Before you shoot” Ted leered jovially at Lora “I’m sure they’ve all seen them before, but why don’t you show the folks at home what Jana’s shooting at” Grinning brightly, Lora slipped the edges of her blazer down past the generous curve of her bust, letting the stiff fabric prop up the ample jugs so that her stiff pink nipples pointed straight at Jana. She gave the camera a coy wink as she slowly flipped open the buttons of her top, starting from the bottom. Her soft flesh vibrated gently as her orbs dropped to hang freely once the last button was released. Marta by contrast stared straight ahead with icy blue eyes as she also unfastened her top. She pulled the sheer cloth down past her shoulders as though she was simply getting undressed at home, rather than in a studio. The bright red flush of her cheeks showed that she was acutely aware that thousands were probably staring at her pale pink nipples on live TV. With deliberate stiffness, she tried to look relaxed. With her targets’ tits bared, Jana drew back the bow once more. Lora let out a pained squeal as the sharp head pierced through her ample bust to disappear into her chest. Jana calmly took another arrow and let it fly, piercing Lora’s breast right next to the first and splitting her pink nipple. The older woman emitted a whine of pain as the shaft vibrated in her flesh. Jana took another arrow and aimed for Marta. The blonde didn’t whine, but her pale face twisted in a grimace as her own modest breast was perforated by the long shaft. Her fists clenched tight on the desk as she waited for the second. She didn’t have to wait long before the shot was made, forcing her small body backward slightly in her chair as the arrow buried itself in her flesh. Breathing heavily, she looked down at the pair of arrows rising and falling slightly with each breath. Ironically, the blonde seemed significantly more relaxed now with a couple arrows sticking out of her chest than she had a few minutes ago. Jana handed the bow back off stage and strutted back to her seat. “Now, the barbs on the arrow which make it easier to score, also make it very difficult to remove” Ted explained as her put a hand on Marta’s shoulder, the other grasping one of the wooden shafts “It actually does more damage coming out than going in” Marta’s face twisted in pain as Ted pulled at the shaft, grunting in effort as the wicked head tore at the young girl’s flesh. Her small hands were balled tightly on top of the desk, her knuckles white. Eventually Ted got the arrow free. Marta tried to take a gasp of relief, but her short breath was interrupted by a sudden coughing spree. The blond curled over the desk as she began to spray red flecks of blood over its polished surface. Ted grabbed a handful of pale hair and forced the woman’s head back up, pulling her straight so the camera could clearly see her wounded chest. “The arrow also helps to seal the hole, reducing the bleeding” Marta gulped down a mouthful of blood. Her chest shivered as she forced herself not to cough, staring straight ahead with determination as the red stream flowing down her chest from the empty hole was shown to be clearly more serious than the trickle leaking out around the shaft still buried in her flesh. “Of course, the arrow can still move around, causing it to tear up more flesh” Marta moaned in pain as Ted took hold of the remaining shaft and swirled it around, ripping through her delicate lung. She let out a gurgling cough, spilling blood cross her chin as Ted continued to firmly hold her head up toward the camera. Already her icy blue eyes seemed heavily lidded with exhaustion. Jana joined in “This is why the shafts are snapped off. To minimize the movement on the field” as she spoke she carefully snapped the wooden shafts sticking out of Lora, eliciting a small moan of protest from the brunette “Many girls are able to play a full volley like this, sometimes even two. In fact, I bet you live to see the end of the game Lora” “If you ladies don’t mind, I’m going to give Marta one last fuck before she goes” “She does have a tight little cunt” Lora answered, a little more weakly than she had been speaking before. Ted hadn’t really waited, but dropped Marta’s head so he could undo his pants. The blonde curled over once more, blood dripping from her lips as she clenched in pain. Ted pulled the seat out from behind the woman and roughly dragged down her trousers just far enough to gain access to her pussy before shoving his hard member inside of her. Marta’s blonde head bounced up and down, blood still dribbling from her lips, as her rammed her from behind. “I would like to see this game to the end” Lora continued, the gurgling coughs of her PA perforating her speech “But even if I don’t I think I know how it’s going to turn out” “Oh?” Jana led “I have to agree with Ted that the Slashed Sluts have lost this game” “I just don’t want to count anyone out in the first volley” “Well, it looks like they’re ready for the second” Ted didn’t even break his rhythm as he spoke into the camera. Marta was still alive, but her head now rested on the desk, rocking back and forth on her bloody chin. Her eyelids fluttered as her icy blues stared vacantly into the camera. “Let’s see if the Sluts can pull off a win” ---3--------------------------- The sound of Ted’s grunting and Marta’s raspy breaths was silenced as the screen cut back to the players on the field. Images of the replacement players appeared helpfully by the sides of the screen as the women took their places. Coach Simons was keeping Helen in play, while the eviscerated Debbie was replaced by Janice Garcia, a tanned woman with Jewish features and a modest bust. The sluts had replaced two of their targets, keeping the wounded Felica, but putting Leticia in heels to serve as blocker instead of target. The tall Latina moved awkwardly as she walked out onto the field, clearly unused to the heels and arm binder. Beth Adkins, a short and stout redhead with a fairly flat chest, and Samantha Lawson, a short blond with perky triangular tits, filled out the three targets. The horn blew for the match to begin. Once more the Cunt’s blockers ran straight toward Betty, tossing their generous curves between her and the targets. Warily, Sabrina began advancing toward Nikki, Kristin hanging back toward the Cunt’s archer. The busty target withdrew slowly, drawing the Hispanic blocker further and further from where the archers stood. The Slut’s targets spread out as before, advancing toward Betty, but moved less directly than before, cautiously watching not only on the other team’s blockers and archer, but on their targets as well. Felicia in particular seemed to be dogged by Janice, who seemed to be forcing her to keep her distance from her archer. It didn’t take long for the Cunts to make another bold move. Weaving between obstacles and jumping over traps, Helen serpentined toward Kristin. The dirty blonde gritted her teeth as the two arrows still buried in her stomach tore at her insides. Kristin watched the target’s advance with apprehension. Shifting a few steps to the left, then back, choosing her position for the inevitable confrontation. Helen’s long legs pump through the air as she jumps the last trip wire between herself and the other woman. With surprising speed Kristin closes the distance between the two, her bare breasts swinging wildly as the thrusts sideways with her long blade. Helen barely parries the blade away from her soft stomach, growling with aggression as the steel cuts deep into her left arm. She stumbles a little away from the blocker, but not fast enough to avoid a long shallow cut across her back from Kristin’s other knife. Helen spins to face the high heeled woman. Kristin stares her down, turned sideways to present the blade tinted pink with the woman’s blood. The dirty blonde pants with pain as she reevaluates her plan of attack. Kristin’s face is stony, her body tense as she watches for an opening, a drop in Helen’s guard. Blood drips from the skinny blonde’s fingertips. Kristin takes a slow step to the side, Helen cautiously follows to stay facing her chesty opponent. Off in the distance, Betty pulls her bow tight, carefully lining up the arrow with Helen’s pert behind. But before the Slut’s archer can let fly her shaft, Helen makes a quick jump to the right. She jabs forward with her good arm. Kristin tries to throw her blade toward the blonde, but it’s just a feint. Helen drops down and sweeps out with one long leg. Kristin’s heavy curves bounce wildly as she jumps above the smooth limb. The heeled blocker quickly prances back out of range of another hit. Helen springs to her feet and gets her arms up in front of her chest. The blonde wobbles slightly, dizzy from pain and blood loss. Her face is a deathly pale, a sharp contrast to her red stained arm. Kristin lunges forward. Helen leaps away from the feint, teetering unsteadily as the blocker leans back in relaxed confidence. Kristin smirks. Slowly, she begins to circle the target, slowly placing one high heeled foot over another. Helen follows suit, keeping her face to the busty woman. Beads of perspiration shine across her painted skin. The weeping cut across her back stings as the sweat mixes with the blood to creep down the curve of her smooth back. Elsewhere on the field Kim and Phyllis continue to jiggle their heavy curves in front of the Slut’s archer, Janice continues to trail Felicia slowly while Leticia unsteadily tries to guard Nikki. With the Cunt’s only experienced blocker tied down, Nikki sees and opportunity to bury an arrow into her second tit. She makes a break for it, using the Slut’s untrained Hispanic blocker for cover as she ducks toward her own archer. Leticia tries valiantly to try and stop her, but the Latina moves clumsily in her heels. Stumbling on the soft ground, she accidentally plunges one toned leg into a hidden punji trap. The blocker screams as the spikes close down around her taut shin, piercing her smooth muscle. Her dusky breasts jiggle as she tries to jerk her body free of the hole, but the trap holds her tight. Panting with exertion, she tries once more to free herself. Her body falls backward as her leg pulls free, bloody and shredded. Grimacing in pain, she tries to pull herself to her feet. Her bloodied leg collapses beneath her, sending her tall dusky body to the ground. She cries out in pain as she rolls around on the ground. The woman struggles heroically to roll over to her knees, but with the pool of blood around her leg growing steadily, it’s clear she’s out of the game. Betty shoots at the sprinting Nikki, trying to force her into one of the many traps, but her arrow flies harmlessly behind the woman’s jiggling butox as she jumps clear of the deadly snare. Nikki slides into cover as close to Erica as she can. Kneeling behind the hay bale to deny her opponent a shot she props up her undamaged breast for Erica. The blonde archer doesn’t bother to rush. With calm deliberation she pulls back the string. Nikki’s body jerks backwards as her second teat is slit down the middle. The brunette grits her teeth as she then twists her body to crouch onto her heels. She doesn’t care that her head is exposed, and arrow to the brain would be a huge bonus to her team now anyway. She spreads her smooth thighs wide and reaches down with gloved hands to open up her pink slit as wide as she can. The brunette target hisses through gritted teeth as she waits for her delicate sex to be ruined by Erica’s sharp arrow. The blonde archer swears as the arrow goes wide, slicing open the crouching woman’s thigh as it buries itself into her leg. Debbie jerks backward, reaching up to steady herself on the hay, but quickly reaches back down to spread herself once more. Nikki’s shriek if pain announces that Erica’s second try for her cunt aimed true. Instinctively the chesty brunette shuts her thighs tight over the shaft protruding from her slit. She doubles over in pain, driving the sharp point deeper into her womb as her knees fall to the soft ground. Tears stream down her chin as her body curls over. But while the Cunts secure a dominating lead, the Sluts’ lone blocker remains locked in combat with the bleeding Helen. Suddenly, the blonde target barrels toward Kristin, throwing herself headlong onto her waiting blade. Kristin grunts as the other woman’s body slams into her, nearly tipping over before digging her feet into the ground. Helen’s lips are quickly stained red as she screams in rage and agony, trying desperately to push the other woman over. Unable to get a hold with gloved hands, and without enough strength remaining to bowl the other woman over, all Helen manages to do is thoroughly tear her stomach to shreds. In short order the dirty blonde’s face goes slack, her eyes rolling back as she slides off of Kristin to lay in a crumpled heap on the ground. The blood covered blocker lopes over toward Felicia, to give her some relief from the Hispanic target still dogging her steps. As their remaining blocker runs off to help their slightly injured teammate, Samantha and Beth duck from cover to cover, trying to feel out a weakness in the Cunt’s blockers’ actions. Despite apparently lacking the same athletic level of the Slut’s initial blockers, both women show themselves to be formidable strategists. It would be impossible for the pair to completely prevent the targets from dashing past them, but to reach their own archer’s range, the Sluts would have to bare themselves to the possibility of being shot by the Cunt’s waiting archer as well. Eventually, the blond Samantha decides it’s work the risk. The short blonde starts to sprint in a wide arc away from Erica. If she can’t have cover, She’ll take range. The short girl is too good an opportunity for the blonde archer to pass up. Erica draws back the bow, trying to gauge how far she should lead the sprinting target. Kim too is on the move. The tall woman’s curves swing heavily as the blocker runs, almost certainly too slowly to intercept, but she manages to keep her voluptuous frame between Betty and her target at least. Erica waits until the pair of women are as close to each other as they are likely to get before loosing her arrow. It is unclear whether the shot is skill or luck, some wonder if it is fate, but just as Samantha jumps to clear a trap the shaft buries itself into her pumping thigh. The petite blonde’s naked body twists in midair as she falls hard on the ground, slamming down hard onto her side. Samantha screams as she lands on her newly pierced leg, snapping the shaft as the tip tears through her firm muscle. Kim moves faster than it seems her heavy body would allow, catching the downed blonde just as she begins to scramble to her feet. Kim’s high heeled foot catches Samantha right in the jaw. The small target flies onto her back, her perky breasts pointing straight to the blue sky above. Kim attempts to follow up by slamming her narrow heel into the woman’s unprotected belly, but Samantha rolls away swiftly, leaving Kim’s strong spike buried in the soft ground. Kim’s muscles shimmer beneath her smooth skin as she works her shoe free. Samantha takes the opportunity to scramble to her feet. Immediately she turns to make a run for it. Kim dives in a last ditch effort to kill the small woman, but falls short. Samantha races away, leaving the buxom brunette awkwardly twisting to try and pull her blade from the dirt. Samantha’s trouble with blockers is not yet over however. Seeing that the slight target evaded her partner, Phyllis runs to intercept the sprinting blonde, her own heavy black curves swinging with every step. Samantha continues to sprint toward her own archer, any other time she probably would have made it past the black blocker without trouble, but the arrow still tearing up her thigh slows her down just enough. The heavy black woman throws her weight at the small blonde. Samantha spins nimbly out of the way, but hisses in pain as Phyllis manages to run a blade across the blonde’s bare ribs. Dripping blood from her flank, Samantha sprints onward toward her team’s archer. Beth too has broken from cover. Keeping a wide berth from both Samantha and the Cunt’s two blockers she rushes toward Betty, presenting her body as a second target if Samantha goes down. The Slut’s archer has been counting corpses however. Knowing they’re going to need healthy women for the final round, she keeps her bow trained on Samantha. The slight blonde is step by step pulling away from the voluminous woman behind her. Samantha’s torso twists, her small breasts jerking as the arrow lodges itself in her shoulder. Her teeth gritted in pain, she continues to run toward her archer. Betty hurriedly nocks another arrow. Samantha lets out a gasp of pain as the second arrow slices into her chest, just a few centimeter’s high of the nipple. The small blonde’s supple legs pump for a few more lunges before her legs twist beneath her. The slight woman’s body shivers as a sprinkling of red flies from her lips. Phyllis’s ample behind pumps with effort as the blocker closes the distance. Samantha tries desperately to flee, but nearly falls over as her body is wracked by another cough. Betty hurriedly releases her final arrow. Betty’s curse is almost as loud as Phyllis’s cry of pain as the heavy woman bowls the dying Samantha to the ground. A red and white shaft protrudes from Phyllis’s black shoulder as she lands hard on top of the Sluts’ target. With the sounding of the buzzer signaling the end of the volley, she totters to her knees. A deep cut across one of her massive breasts weeps blood as she heads back to her teammates. The arrowhead that made the cut is clearly visible protruding from Samantha’s back as the young woman spasms face down in the dirt. Beth trots over to Samantha to try and help the girl limp back to their own side. The petite blonde struggles and cries as she’s pulled to her legs. Beth makes it a few steps before realizing Samantha is done for. The stout redhead shrugs off the bleeding blonde, leaving her teammate to shiver in agony in the dirt. Felicia bounds back to her side, still quite active despite the arrow that has been bouncing in her soft breast since volley one. Leticia’s corpse by contrast remains on the field, her dusky slit held gently apart by the weight of her thighs as she lays unmoving on her back, a dark circle surrounding her ravaged leg. Three painted girls return to the Cunt’s side as well, Janice and the two blockers. Nikki’s corpse leans heavily against the hay bale she had taken cover behind while she still breathed, and no one expects the thoroughly gutted Helen to have any life remaining. The screen cuts back to the commentators. ---4--------------------------- Marta’s blonde corpse remains face down on the desk, a dark pool of blood dripping slowly down the front edge. Opposite the dead PA, Lora is still breathing, though the rise and fall of her naked breasts seem more labored than it had before the cameras had left to watch the game. She quickly wipes away a small trickle of blood that had formed beneath one of the arrows lodged in her generous bosom before smiling up at the camera. Ted and Jana also smile with the same measured excitement as from the match’s beginning. “So do you think coach Ellis is planning on a live roast? Because as much as it helps the meat, there seems like there would be a certain symmetry to bleeding her out first” Jana shock her head at the male announcer’s speculation “The season’s young, and this game isn’t over yet” Ted chuckled condescendingly “The Sluts are behind by sixteen points. They need at least two tit and cunt shots just to stay in the running, assuming the Cunt’s don’t score at all this round.” “That’s not an impossible come back. Coach Rodriguez came back from a thirty point deficit in ‘64” “That was an incredibly lucky play on the Cunt’s part that year. Minnie, do we have that footage?” The screen cut to a red haired woman stretching her arms out wide. Her left pained breast already had a black and blue shaft dangling from its significant curve. From the left of the screen, an Asian blocker dove in front of her. Her curvy body twisted slowly in mid air as the arrow slammed right between her big brown eyes. The slow motion image captured every jiggle of her dead corpse as it fell heavily to the ground. “As you said, this is just the first game of the season, I doubt Kristin is going to throw herself away for a small chance at winning this game” “They have other girls who could take the hit” “They’ve got one girl who can run in heels, and might be able to make a dive like that. And that’s Kristin. The other blocker is going to be the already wounded Felicia, or one of the backup girls, who are so small they’re barely enough for an appetizer” “Not to mention their archer’s issues with late game accuracy” Ted nodded enthusiastically at Lora’s addition to his point. “So how are you doing over there Lora?” Jana asked cheerfully Lora continued to smile, but the slight twitch of a grimace could be seen at the corners of her lips as she talked. “It’s getting a little hard to breath. My lung probably has a fair bit of blood in it by now” The busty ex-manager took a laborious breath of air, almost as if to demonstrate her point. Ted slipped into the pause in conversation. “Well I think we’ve demonstrated conclusively why players leave their arrows in. Do you think you’ll make it to the end of the match?” “I don’t know” The arrows in her chest rose and fell as Lora took another long breath “I’ll try” “Out of curiosity, what does happen to the mortally wounded players who live to see the final score?” Jana happily fielded the question, her tightly held bosoms bouncing tightly as she answered “If it’s a really important player they might take them to the hospital, but most of the time they’re just allowed to die. We always had a few male fans around to give our girls a proper send off in the locker room after the game” “So, what do you want Lana, hospital, or a final fuck?” The busty woman coughs weakly into a white cloth “Well, they already have my replacement, so I don’t think I count as an important player anymore. I wouldn’t mind riding your cock one last time before I go” “Well that’s one more reason to make it to the end of the game, isn’t it?” Jana observed cheerfully “And she doesn’t have too much longer to go either, it looks like both teams are ready to start the match, let’s see if the Sluts are lucky enough to turn this massacre around” The camera cut before Jana had time for another retort. Flashing the official score once more, Cunts 26, Sluts 10, before returning to the field. ---5---------------------- Kim and Phyllis trot out confidently to take their places, the voluptuous blockers shoot a confident grin to their mirrors on the other side. Coach Ellis apparently decided that a small blocker was the way to go this round, Kristian is accompanied in heels by the raven-haired Cindy Carson. The petite woman’s long dark hair is pulled back in a tight pony tail. Her painted breasts look about as large as her more experienced partner’s, but it's a trick of perspective caused by Cindy being a full head shorter than Kristian, and skinny everywhere except the chest and thighs. Felicia is still out among the targets, still energetically jogging along despite the shaft of wood protruding from her body. She and Beth are joined by the short blond Mary Peterson, who’s flat tits are easily the smallest of the three. On the Cunts’ side, Janice is joined by the redheaded sisters, Nellie and Annette Ballard. Coach Simons doesn’t seem to have any intention of playing defensively, as both girls’ round breasts are topped by a particularly large set of nipples. The Horn sounds and it’s time to play. Felicia backs off immediately, expecting another cat and mouse game with Janice, and is surprised when instead of rushing her, the Hispanic woman seems to be making a break for her own archer. She’s being escorted by the busty Kim, leaving the dark skinned Phyllis alone to block Betty’s shots. Unexpectedly the Cunts’ other two targets sprint toward Sluts’ archer. Their tactic becomes plain however, as they put themselves between Betty and her own team’s petit targets. The tall brunette nocks and arrow and takes aim, before slowly bringing the bow back to a resting position. The pair of redheads are giving her ample opportunity to shoot them, but with her team so far behind, Betty knows she need to make every arrow a high point shot. As Kim and Janice race toward their archer, Kristian recognizes that if Erica gets an easy shot, this game could be over. She shouts at Cindy to help her intercept. Janice falls back a bit to let Kim take the lead. Ahead of them, Cindy is doing surprisingly well in her heels, but still seems to be panting to keep up with the more experienced Kristian, who pulls ahead of the slight girl. Once more Betty takes aim, and once more she decides not to loose the shot. Kim barrels forward, her massive breast swinging pendulously as she charges. Kristian seems determined to meet that charge, but twirls aside at the last second, Kim’s blade leaving a thin red line on her swinging breast. The ref makes no move to the scoreboard for a deduction. Kim totters to a stop, almost like she’s hesitantly trying to decide whether to go back and try to ram Kristin once more, but instead she begins to run toward Cindy. The slight girl’s eyes open wide as the massive woman bares down on her. Cindy’s practice had clearly not prepared her for this situation. Her target’s instincts take over and the tiny woman dives out of the way. She tries to catch herself as she hits the ground, but lands awkwardly on her heels, falling down face first. Kim lightly jumps over the punji trap she had tried to force the other woman into, and wheels around to get back to the melee. Janice had long since decided that this plan to end the game early would not work. The painted target turns to make a run for it, her arms pumping hard through the air as she flees the opposing blocker. Kristin only goes a few steps before deciding that it’s a fool’s chase. She turns and sees Kim kneeling down on top of Cindy, driving the struggling woman’s face into the dirt. The petite woman’s skinny legs flail wildly as she struggles helplessly under the curvy woman. Kim notices the woman’s quick footfalls, and twists herself to point her blades in their direction. Kristin slows to a stop and cautiously begins to circle her opponent. Kim is unable to keep her body pressed down on Cindy’s as she turns to meet the other woman. The raven-haired blocker gasps as her dirt covered face rises from the ground. Kim stands up, pair of them circling the struggling woman. Kristin charges over her downed teammate. Her heavy breasts splash into Kim’s as the pair shove their mostly naked bodies against each other. Soft flesh ripples as their painted skin rubs violently against one and other. They grunt, fighting hard to keep their footing in impractical shoes. Kim falls to the side, landing hard with a gasp onto her ample behind. The look of triumph lasts on Kristin’s face for about half a second as she wheels around to kick the heavy woman in the face, and inadvertently steps straight into a waiting bear trap. Kristin howls in pain and rage as the metal teeth sink into her leg. Her pretty face is twisted as she glares at her opponent. Although the Sluts’ blocker makes no attempts to lash out at Kim, the heavy brunette still hurriedly scooches out of range before carefully pulling herself up to her feet. Next to them, Cindy just barely makes it to her knees before Kim’s sharp heel forces her back to the ground. Kristin hisses through gritted teeth as she watches her teammate’s face forced back down into the soft earth. She stands stoically, not wanting to ruin herself like Leticia did as Cindy squirms helplessly on the ground, slowly, her motions stop, her body goes slack. Kim continues to press down for a few minutes before standing up to rejoin the rest of the game. As the Sluts were losing their third blocker of the game, Janice rushes to take Nellie’s place blocking Betty’s shots. Nellie abandoned her position as soon as she saw the Slut’s blockers were both tied up. She didn’t even bother with cover as she sprinted headlong toward Erica. The redhead’s hubris came back to bite her as a red and white arrow rips through her back and out her cleavage. The redhead’s body tumbles mid-stride into a heap in the middle of the field. Her sister Annette was far more cautious, waiting for Kim to return before dodging from cover to cover toward the Cunt’s archer. Betty can’t get a clean shot, and knows she can’t waste another arrow. Annette kneels down in the exact spot where Nikki’s life had ended the volley before and crosses her arms beneath her chest to prop up her soft tits. She’s knocked backward by the first arrow, just a centimeter too high on the right breast. Hurriedly, she scrambles back up to get in position. The second hits a little low, causing the redhead to bend over slightly as she grimaces in pain. Erica waits patiently for her teammate to straighten up once more. The third aims true, splitting her large nipple down the middle. The redhead gulps down hard, her body shivering slightly as she seems to try and keep her focus. She drops the triply punctured breast, choking back a scream as the arrows shift and tear her fragile lung. She uses both hands to steady her undamaged breast, looking up at Erica and pleading with her eyes for her to be quick. The blonde was not quick enough, and a poorly timed cough from the redhead target sent her arrow straight into the base of the waiting girl’s throat. Annette gasped, wide eyed at the ground for a moment, trying to focus on the red and brown shaft protruding from her neck, before finally falling over, dead. Betty spends a long time staring at the scoreboard. Her three remaining targets duck and weave, trying to find an opening in the Cunt’s defense. With a sigh, Betty fires her three remaining arrows harmlessly into the dirt at her feet. The Sluts have lost, 11 to 39. ---6---------------------------- The announcers reappear on the screen, Lora looks very pale and her breath is ragged, but she is alive. The blood surrounding Marta’s limp body has begun to turn a dark shade of brown. “And there you have it, we have just witnessed the devastatingly effective strategy coach Simons has up until now only hinted about” Ted is grinning broadly at the screen as he speaks “I really hope I live long enough to see how this changes the way the game is played” Jana adds, excitedly pressing her breasts together “If my future buyer is watching this, I promise I can make it worth the time” “We’ve also viewed the humiliating defeat of the Slashed Sluts that is undoubtedly the beginning of the end for their coaching staffs’ careers, as well as their lives” “I keep saying not to count them out so soon” Ted shakes his head “I am liable to buy you just so you can live to see how wrong you are” “I’d like that” Jana answers seductively “But before that, I think I owe our ex-manager a proper sendoff” Ted got up and walked behind Lora. The busty woman lets out a shuddering gasp as her shoves her onto the desk, pulling her hips up into him. “Any last words for the folks at home?” Ted doesn’t wait for Jana to start speaking before he begins to fuck her. The older woman’s eyes flutter as she is entered, and she lets out a little gasp of pain each time the arrows protruding from her body drags along the desk. “Don’t…forget to catch the next match” She gasps and grimaces in pain before biting her lip with pleasure. She slowly begins to fuck him back, mustering what little strength she has left “Tuesday…Beaten Bitches take on the” She gasps for breath “The Hung Whores, don’t miss it” The camera fades to commercial as a small trickle of blood escapes her parted lips.