"camping trip f/f guro cann" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/Fe42u62r Created on: Sunday 2nd of April 2017 08:31:50 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:22:14 AM UTC Camping Trip. The three girls traipsed through the wood along a narrow path no longer bothering to keep quiet. Only Anna, the second youngest of the sisters still held her bow ready. “Let’s face it we’re never going to catch anything! We’re going to starve out here” moaned Lisa, the eldest of the girls. ”We should never have come camping; we could be in the Alps at the moment! Skiing and meeting boys!” “Shhh!” said Anna in a lowered voice, I can hear something.” “That’s what you said at the other snares” moaned Vicky, the youngest. ”We’ve seen nothing larger than a rabbit all day and you missed that by a mile” “It surprised me; we weren’t exactly expecting it at the time” “This is stupid” chipped in Lisa. ”We’ll be a laughing stock when we get back home and dad finds out we spent a week living on biscuits and one lousy fish” “That was a huge fish!” retorted Anna; I wish I’d got a photo. “It tasted funny” sulked Vicky, “it was all mashy where you’d killed it and all the bones were in with the meat. Why did I have to get the head end?” “’Cos you’re the baby” Lisa and Anna said in unison, for once agreeing on something. “Well I think it was stupid using the pounder on a fish that small; you should have just let it drown!” “They don’t drown stupid,” replied Anna “they asphyxiate, and it’s inhumane. With my iron bar, it’s one knock and they’re away” “Shh!” said Lisa. ”You’re right, there is something in the snare; I can hear it thrashing about!” The other girls stopped to listen. “God, it sounds big, maybe it’s a deer.” “Or a boar!” Vicky added breathlessly. ”We could eat for days!” “No” said Anna, acting the seasoned hunter of the three “I’ve snared boar and deer before and they don’t sound like that, this one’s not growling… or whatever noise they make” She crept forward a bit. ”I think it might be sapian.” “Yeah right!” said Lisa. ”Like you’re really gonna snare game like that right here on the forest edges. When daddy brought back that boy he’d shot he’d been tracking deep in the woods for days” “Oooh! Maybe it’s a boy! Wouldn’t that be cool!” “Grow up Vicky” the older girls chimed, again in unison. “It’s not a boy” whispered Anna, who had gone on slightly ahead, “it’s a girl! Yes!” she punched her fist in the air and ran forward to where a naked figure was lying struggling in the narrow path, her leg caught in a lock-noose. “My first sapian!” shouted Anna, jumping up and down, “Look! Look! I can’t wait for dad to hear about this” The other girls had caught up and were standing excitedly round the struggling figure. “Wow!” said Vicky breathlessly as Anna dropped down on to the prey’s arms to restrain her. “She looks very young” said Lisa nervously eyeing the writhing form “Are you sure she’s legal?” “Of course” retorted Anna, “If not, what’s this then?” she asked pulling at the light down on the girls crotch. “About as much as Vicky’s got” said Lisa sarcastically. “Hey!” shouted Vicky. “And these?” asked Anna, pointing to the small breasts on the heaving chest. ”They always look young; it’s the way they live wild. Keeps ‘em thin” “Humph” “Anyway, look” and Anna grabbed and twisted the head, pulling some blond tresses out of the way to show the girls’ ear clipping, which indicated adulthood. “Can she talk?” asked Vicky “Course not, all sapiens are mute girl didn’t you know that?” She looked down at the shaking girl and smiled. Then looking back up, “Pass me my rucksack Vicks, the pounder’s in the front pocket” “Gotcha” said Vicky turning away and crouching down at their bags ”I’ll get it”. “God no! This is sick!” said Lisa, looking down at the girls terrified eyes, “She’s too young; let her go!” “No fucking way big sis, that’s what you always say! You wanted to let the fish go!” “Well it’s sad! And how are we going to eat all that between the three of us? ” “We’ll manage it! And you still eat some of that fish though, didn’t you? Whatever you said” answered Anna, turning away and muttering “Wimp” Vicky turned back with the pounder, a short rubberised iron bar, and handed it to Anna. “Help me turn her over” said Anna to Vicky and together they manhandled the quivering figure onto her front. “I can’t watch” said Lisa and turned away. ”Tell me when you’ve done it”. “God you’re so squeamish” said Anna, “Vicky, sit on her back”. As the youngest sister straddled onto the girl’s back, Anna turned the girl’s head onto it’s side and held it firm against the ground. “Quickly!” called Vicky as the girl’s struggles started to get frantic. “Okay baby” whispered Anna to the girl as she held the pounder over the back of her head and brought it partly down in a few practise strokes. On the fourth time she brought it down with all her might and felt it connect squarely with the skull. She brought it down twice more in rapid succession. The body jerked and the legs kicked a few times and then was still. “Wow!” said Anna as she stood up and stared down at the kill, “We’re going to stuff ourselves tonight! You can look round now Lisa she’s dead”. Lisa turned around and stared down at the body. As usual when she went hunting with her sisters she felt much better now that the prey was dead, although there was no way she was going to help butcher the carcass; they had worked out a system two years ago on their first kill, a fat rabbit. Anna did the awful butchering, Lisa would cook. She looked back down at the corpse. She decided to try and regain some of her cool: ”Nice butt!” she commented, smiling slyly. Vicky, who was never squeamish about dead things giggled and clamped her teeth onto a buttock. ”Hmm” she said before suddenly starting and jumping back. “I felt her move! I think she’s still alive Anna” she cried, looking towards her sister. “Not any more she’s not” grinned Anna who had just lifted the girls head and pulled her gutting knife across her white throat. A rush of blood was flowing out onto the grass. “Oooh! God you guys are sick” protested Lisa and stomped off back up the track. “Come on Vicks” said Anna removing the snare from the leg and resetting it. ”Grab a leg and lets drag our trophy back to a fire!”