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

    50 gallon drum of oil sitting beside the table. She carefully went to work, painting her fur with the oil to create an urban camouflage pattern on her fur. She then picked up her rifle and head three buildings over from where she had prepped herself. Her goal, a large 5 story building that had been halted mid construction. Carefully she made her way up to the very top, and having scouted the area the previous week, she set her rifle up roughly five feet out and fifteen feet back from the top left corner of the building relative to the sea. Her silencer already attached she took a few practice shot to make sure she was zeroed in. True to its reputation the rifle remained accurate even after being assembled and disassembled so many times, and with an air of confidence she made herself as comfortable as possible. Her target would be passing by on a yacht in roughly 2 hours. The first hour was slow to pass, but the time came closer things seemed to pick up with an almost alarming rate of speed. Her targets boat was already coming into view, and would be within firing distance in fifteen minutes. At the thirty minute mark she began to searching for her target. A woman only known to her as Ida. Ida as Colleen recalled was an unseemly bull dog, who was well into her older years by this point. Her key identifying mark was a jagged scar the cut over her left eye, over her muzzle and ended at her right jaw. She never could forget that one haunting white eye, she herself having been ...
    partially responsible for the scar. She began to look back upon that series of events, but stopped herself. Now was the time for her to focus. She would probably never have this chance again, as Ida was quickly approaching her death bed. Colleen however, would not allow her to quietly pass into the void beyond. She was going to be the one that ended the bull dogs life. She was determined to be the angel of death for the slavers, and those that supported their movement. It took her fifteen minutes more to find her target. Luckily she had anticipated this problem. She found Ida sitting on the back of the yacht, her wheelchair locked into place by several strong looking bindings. Unfortunately for her. She would have loved to have fired off a few shots, cut the bindings, and watched as Ida rolled off the back of the ship, to slip into the waters below and drown. However, fate just wasn't quiet that willing to work with her one this one. She would have to settle with putting a bullet in the woman who had been the cause of many a waking nightmare. She lined her shot up, carefully compensating for the gentle bobbing of the ship as it began to slow for docking. She began her breathing regiment as she placed her cross hairs on Ida's chest. She counted down from five to herself, waiting until just before the rocking of the ship put Ida's heart in her cross hairs, and then fired. The familiar sound of the rifle was all she heard as her bullet raced forward and struck her targets heart. A ...
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