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Subject: {ASSM} (RV)Emma's Pet store. Ch. 2 (Caution, F/fish, hunting, ffff/birds, ws, verbal abuse)  REFORMATTED!
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such.  No
birds or fish were hurt during the writing of this story, I promise!  If
you are offended by girls and women having fun with live fish and birds in
rather cruel manners, for their own wicked pleasure; you really should
avoid this one.  And -- don't try this at home.  The fish might hurt you.

   EMMA'S PET STORE - Chapter 2

   Emma woke up early in the morning.  She had a quick breakfast and headed
downstairs to feed the animals.  Her favorite was feeding live Guppy to
Piranha fish.  She caught almost twenty defenseless guppies and sent them
to a quick and violent death in the jaws of the top predators.  It amused,
and even aroused her to watch the cruel spectacle, over and over again. 
When she entered the secret room, she was already well lubricated.  She
undressed and scanned the tank next to the door for the perfect test pilot.
Her bare breasts rubbed against the cold glass surface as she reached for
the bag net and began hunting her chosen victim down.  It was over in a few
seconds, before she had panicked the other forty or so fish in the tank. 
She held the beautiful creature with a firm grip just above its
uncharacteristically large tail fin, heads down.  It was an unusual
feeling, being able to carry the ten or eleven inch, wildly struggling fish
around by the fin, just as easy as holding on to a bag.  She sat down on
the couch, with painfully erect nipples, and touched its cold body.  It
felt just like touching most live fish.  This fish however, had a very
special ability.  When out of water, it started producing a slick and slimy
liquid that entirely covered its body within seven or eight minutes.

   Apparently it was some sort of defense mechanism, provided by Mother
Nature, helping it to survive without water for a time.  Emma, being the
curious vixen she was, had of course researched the matter.  The first of
her subjects had survived for 64 minutes and the second for well beyond 70
minutes.  She had also tried their ability to recover from lengthy periods
out of water.  A fish left unattended in a dry bucket for thirty minutes
would recover almost instantly when replaced into the water tank.  Emma
found that amazing.  She had also learned from the seller, that the
lubricating process could be hurried by inflicting some mild pain on the
fish.  A blunt knife, a bread-knife for instance, or a sewing needle were
both perfect instruments, but sharp finger nails would get the job done as
well.  Emma used the latter, both because she preferred to keep the use of
instruments low, out of practical reasons, but also she felt more
comfortable using her own body to inflict pain.  The pay-off was simply
more intense.  She stuck her thumbs through the fish's gills and dug her
finger nails into its jerking body.  It began splashing water all over her
naked body, when trying to break free of her painful strangle hold.  She
was amazed to see the slimy secretion oozing out of its strong body, as she
held it a few inches from her face.  The fish didn't only had its length in
common with a certain male body part, it was about as thick too, and the
head of the fish almost resembled the head of an erect penis.  The fish had
a ridiculously small, tooth-less mouth and no sharp fins on its body.  It
was soft and strong at the same time, but not stronger than Emma could
handle it by herself.  By now, the tormented fish was all covered with
thick slime, that smelled rather -- fishy.  She kissed and tasted it.  It
wasn't unpleasant at all.  Certainly nicer than tasting the pre-cum of a
man.  She held it horizontally in front of her face, still in a relentless
iron grip.  She smiled and began speaking to it in a mocking manner: "Well,
how are we today?  You seem a bit -- tense.  Not that I blame you." She
kissed its small mouth and continued: "I am going to -- fuck you.  And then
-- I am going to -- kill you.  I am going to kill you while I'm fucking
you. How about that?" She laughed wickedly: "You are going to make me very
happy.  And your friends are going to -- make lots -- and lots -- of women
-- very happy.  I intend to find out what all the fuss is all about, why
you've been Asia's best kept secret for all these years.  I want to know
just how long you will last.  It's my job to find out you know, because I
am going to sell your little friends, and I want to know exactly what it is
I'm selling." With those words, she decided that the foreplay was over. 
She spread her legs and leaned backwards in the couch and led the
struggling fish to her wet labia.  Without further delay, she pushed its
head through the entrance of her sweet cunt.  She forced it deeper inside,
inch by inch.  It truly was a sensational experience.  When two thirds of
its body was buried inside her, she began moaning in ecstasy, as it started
working on her magic spot inside.  She held it firmly with both hands and
orgasmed all over its slippery body.  The merciless strength of her
contracting pussy would easily have killed a weaker fish, but this one
showed no sign of fatigue.  She made a mental note that it would be
advisable to use some sort of gloves during the act.  The thin part of its
body, by the tail fin, served as a perfect handle however.  She realized
that women with less strength and experience might lose grip of its
slippery body if not using gloves.  She pushed it in even further, until
not much more than the large tail fin remained outside of her pussy.  She
crossed her legs and let go of the fin, so she could concentrate on
caressing her sensitive breasts instead.  She rolled her now
raspberry-sized nipples between her greasy fingers.  The fish was still
going strong.  Almost four minutes had passed since she let it inside her
most intimate space.  A normal fish would be dead or dying by now.  She was
giving it a deliberately rough treatment, by constantly contracting and
relaxing her vaginal muscles.  Emma had her mind set on destroying the
fish, but the only result of her murderous onslaught was yet another wave
of intense, orgasmic pleasure for her.  "Damn you!  I'm gonna kill you --
and eat you.  Kill you -- kill -- kill -- kill --" After almost eight
minutes of what felt like a never-ending orgasm, she almost blacked out due
to sheer intensity.  Emma was growing impatient and angry.  She increased
the pressure, determined to squeeze the life out of the persistent fish,
but it still felt every bit as powerful as it had when she had started
massaging it -- more than nine minutes ago.  About one and a half minute
later, she started feeling the first signs of weakness, and she closed in
for the kill with a grim smile on her lips.  This was her favorite moment,
when she gave her little prisoner the long, sweet kiss of death.  But this
was a tough little fighter.  Not much happened for a while, but about two
minutes later, she suddenly overcame her lack of persistence and attacked
the fish with everything she had.  The death struggle became very intense,
as the fish seemed to regain a whole lot of power.  Emma wore him down with
her superior strength.  It died buried inside her pussy more than fifteen
minutes after she had inserted it.  And she had certainly given it a brutal
treatment.  A lot of rich, decadent ladies were going to love this fish..

   Emma remembered her first experience with live fish, and how she slowly
had developed from a quite normal teenage girl, who did not want to make
innocent creatures suffer if she could avoid it, into an unscrupulous and
cruel woman who would stop at nothing to satisfy her own carnivorous
desires.  Her, still very close, friends Maria and Simone had made her
cross that line, and she was forever grateful for that.  They had helped
each other to explore their true inner selves by experimenting with their
young bodies, as well as with more helpless bodies, usually goldfish.

   On one occasion, Maria had "borrowed" an air gun from her older brother
when he was out of the house.  She, Emma, Simone and Simone's younger
sister Louise had spent half the day hidden in a thick bush deep in the
woods behind the elementary school, shooting birds.  Emma had discovered
two interesting things about herself that day.  First that she was an
excellent sharp-shooter.  She missed but one shot on sitting targets, and
three more when shooting at flying birds.  Young Louise was her equal,
every bit as mean and impatient as her older sister, but definitely more
steady on the hand.  There was something about the girl's sadistic laughter
and cold-hearted comments every time she sent a bird aimlessly flapping to
the ground, that caused tingling sensations in Emma's stomach and crotch.
The pretty black predator was clearly enjoying every second of the hunt. 
It turned out to be a competition between her and Emma, as they had the
upper hand on Maria and Simone, both of whom missed most of their shots. 
For some reason, sibling rivalry surely, Simone started cheering for Emma,
while Maria rooted for Louise.  To begin with, they didn't pay much
attention to the wounded birds jumping around in the field and in the
vegetation.  As soon as one hit the ground, it was counted as a "score". 
They took turn shooting, one shot each at a time.  When the score was even,
with Emma and Louise tied at eleven birds, and Maria and Simone trailing at
four and three respectively, Emma made a clean kill when she shot a sitting
bird straight through the head.  She whispered mockingly: "You're going to
miss, Louise!" "Shut your trap, bitch!" "Your hands are shaking." "I said
shut it!" She squeezed the trigger.  The crow was moving the moment before
the bullet pierced its body, but it was obvious that it had been hit, as it
lost the balance and fell off the branch.  Louise snickered: "Score's 12 -"
12, sugar." "Not so fast -- sweetie." Emma noticed that the bird was
flapping its wings and managed to stay in the air by a close call, just as
it was about to crash-land in the field forty or so yards away from the
girls' hiding place.  "Yes!  Attabird," Emma whispered triumphantly.  "Die,
you fuckin' li'l pest," Louise muttered.  She dropped the gun and jumped to
her feet.  Before anyone even blinked, she leaped out of the bush and ran
towards the mortally wounded crow.  "Wow, look a that stride!  She's real
fast," Maria said.  "And real pissed too.  Can -(TM)t stand loosin' --"
Emma giggled.  "That gal got issues, serious ones.  What you think's gonna
happen when she gits to that bird," Simone asked.  "What," Maria asked. 
"Dunno -- but it sure as hell's gonna be real ugly.  I mean Real Ugly!"
Louise reached the crow, but it had managed to rise, so that it was out of
her reach, at least for the time being.  She found a rock and hurled it at
the elusive bird, but missed by a slim margin.  About a minute later, the
third rock knocked it down.

   Her laughing companions got closer, curious to find out what the evil
little beauty had in stall for her prey.  Simone sighed: "Dammit, what she
doin' takin' her panties off like that?  Told you she's crazy..  Sure is!"
When they reached the sulky girl, she was standing with both her sneakers
firmly planted on each of the shrieking bird's broken wings.  Her white
cotton panties lay in the grass beside her.  With her tight skirt around
her waist, Louise babbled like a lunatic: "Told you to go down!  But I
gotcha, sucka'!  Gotcha real good!  Now, you just take it!  You take it!"
She spread her black pussy lips and revealed some sweet pink meat.  "You
take this, sucka!" She shouted down the panicked bird, who couldn't even
flap its wings anymore.  She started urinating on it.  A thick trickle of
her golden nectar showered the dying bird's head and backside.  "That's
right, fool.  Is what you git fo' fuckin' with a sista'.  Now you pay up!"
Small shiny drops of piss shimmered on the black skin of her long slender
legs.  Louise was putting on a great show.  Emma couldn't help but staring
at her gorgeous, nubile body.  For a brief second, she envied the bird and
wondered what it must feel like to have her arms trapped by the scornful
girl, and her hair drenched by her golden flood.  Even though she was
mesmerized by the heartless act, part of her felt sorry for the tortured
bird.  "Aren't you gonna kill it?" She handed Louise a pointed stick.  "No.
I wanna make him suffer some mo'." "Better kill it.  Just look at the poor
thing!" "Like I care!  By the way -- this means 12 -" 12." Emma realized
she herself had shot down a dozen birds, and looking around her, many of
them was probably still alive.  She smiled back at Louise and responded:
"You're right.  Do what you want.  I'm gonna have myself a blast." She came
upon a small, trembling, barely breathing bird, and put it out of its
misery by grinding it to a bloody pulp.  She could have done it faster, but
like Louise, she started getting turned on by the total power she held in
her hand.  She felt like the Goddess of life and death.  When she felt
those tiny bones crack under the pressure of her stick, she sensed that
delicate tingling feeling in her abdomen again.  She scanned the
surroundings for more victims, and tortured the living daylights out of
them the same way, only perhaps even slower and more deliberate.  When she
had killed seven of the wounded birds and let her friends know the score,
she suddenly realized that her panties was soaking wet.  An insane and
totally wild idea entered her mind.  She knew what she had in mind was
terrible and very wrong, but she didn't care anymore.  If she had gone this
far, she might as well take it all the way.  When the other three girls
hunted down and tortured the poor birds together, tribal style, wickedly
laughing, Emma withdrew even further until she was out of sight.  She
stalked and caught a "runner", one that couldn't fly anymore, but that
still was pretty fast on its feet.  She twisted both of its wings until she
felt them breaking in her hands.  The bird shrieked incredibly loud.  Emma
hoped her friends wouldn't come around.  She needed some privacy for what
she was about to do.  Emma peeled off her sweatpants and soaked pink
panties and tossed them away.  She spread out the broken wings on the bird
and placed her feet on them.  The weak but desperate movements and noise
from the doomed bird made her feel very powerful.  She squatted.  Her
reeking pussy were now only a few inches from the bird's beak.  She decided
it was best to hold it steady, so that it wouldn't be able to hurt her. 
This was something she had been fantasizing about while masturbating
hundreds of times.  The victims would vary, from people to different kinds
of animals, but the dirty act always remained the same.  She opened its
beak by forcing a twig in between.  Now its gap was wide open, and the way
she held on to its head, there was no way it was going to close it until
she let it.  Despite the fact that the bird's eyes was completely black,
she could swear it knew what was coming to it.  This excited her even more;
the fear, the terror, her total control - She let out a trickle of pee that
almost immediately hit the mark, or the bird's wide open gap.  The sight of
her golden water running down the throat of a terrified captive actually
pushed her over the edge.  Without even touching herself, she had a long,
powerful orgasm, while slowly drowning the bird with her piss.  The bird
soon overflowed with urine, and died in utter agony.  She massaged the soft
flesh right above her pussy and had a series of short but delightful
orgasms while still pissing.  She let her last water shower the dead bird
all over and rose.  She dressed and walked back to her cruel friends.

   Maria was out of control.  She was dancing around another wing-clipped
bird stark naked.  Emma began laughing out loud when she discovered that
the bird was dressed in Maria's large red panties.  The beautiful sisters,
both naked from the waist down, was hurting it by hitting it with sticks.
Emma watched as the ebony youths began hitting it harder and with more
purpose.  She didn't feel sorry for the bird.  She was too fascinated by
the sister's tasty, quivering buttocks to even pay any attention to it. 
For every swift blow they delivered, those lovely black butt cheeks came to
life.  Emma started feeling horny again.  They sure were good enough to eat
- Maria held the sisters back, before they had the chance to kill the bird.
It was still moving around in a real funny, twisted way.  She did what
Louise had done, spread her wet, swollen labia and exposed her delicious
pink meat to anybody who cared to admire it.  She aimed her piss-trickle at
the panty-clad birdie and fired away.  It really was a sight to behold. 
Maria seemed to have gallons inside of her bladder.  Emma was impressed by
the amount of pee she drenched the dying bird with.  They all laughed hard
when the bird twitched spastically.  It looked like a pair of soaked
underwear dancing around inside their circle.  Emma couldn't help but
remarking:

   "Maria's pissing her panties!" They all found that hilarious.  Maria
lost control and pissed on her own right foot when she laughed.  Simone
killed the bird by crushing its head with her stick.  They left the killing
field in a good mood, joking and teasing each other.  Before splitting up,
they agreed to go hunting again sometime soon.  Maybe rabbits or squirrels
this time.

   End of chapter 2.

   Comments and requests welcome.  Mail me at huntresspippi@yahoo.com

   Konkel


   

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