1. A Day in the Life


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female / Girl, Masturbation, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Author: lonelywolfboy, Rating: 75.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Before leaving votes please tell me what you did/ didn't like. The sun rose softly, slowly over the horizon. Colleen a petite arctic fox awakens in her pent house in down town Miami. With a groan she arches her back and stretches her arms above her head. “Well...time to get ready for work.” She speaks out to herself not really sure why. She stands and makes her way to the rest room, where she looks herself over in the mirror. Her breast are small yet firm, a comfortable B cup, even though she secretly wishes they where bigger. She giggled a little as she looked at her reflection. No one, could ever suspect that she did what she did for a living. After all who would suspect this 5' 3” tall petite girl to be a professional sniper for hire. Her shower was quick, and efficient, just they way she preferred to keep her life. While showering she thought about her mission this night. Her target was going to be difficult. She had spent weeks picking the perfect location to take her shot, but that still did not make it any easier. To shoot a target while he stands upon a moving boat is almost impossible for even the most highly trained professionals. Sighing she turned the hot water off, stepped out, and began the process of drying her fur. It takes her quite sometime, as it does with most others. Once done she wanders around her pent house for a bit, before finding her way onto the balcony, still nude. Up here though she didn't really worry about anyone seeing her like this. The ...
    sun felt wonderful on her fur, and she liked the way it made her almost seem to glow. She wished she could spend all of her time like this, but this was a day time pleasure. Night, night on the other hand brought with them the darkness of the world. She loved both halve of the day though. She loved the hunt, though she felt lusted for it would be a better word. Finding her target, picking the spot to take her shot from, the feel of the heavy rifle pressed into her shoulder, the sound, the smell of the gun being fired. All of it excited her to an almost unhealthy level. With the people she was taking out though it was a well deserved joy. After all, what could be better than taking out those that had forced you into sexual slavery before she had even had her first cycle. She licked her lips as she wandered over to the chair on the patio and laid out. Her thoughts turned to two weeks ago, her last mission, her last target. She reminisced about the job longingly. It was a dark muggy night in late June, her location New Mexico. The target, Salvio O'Mally, a tough looking orange haired cat. She remembered him all to well. “The Trainer” the slavers called him, due to his particular skill at breaking the more rebellious spirits within the ranks of the recently captured children. She herself spent many an days in his “care”. She fought, and fought against the slavers, and often it ended with a call to him. She had picked a spot, deep within the desert, and lain herself out under and ...
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