Breeder's Purge Night 1-2 am
Leaving Dolcett Land
We didn't speak until we were passed thru the west gate. "Never say I don't take you anywhere interesting," I laughed.
"Fuck you, asshole. I thought he was going to put me in that fucking guillotine," she screamed. "Chop my goddamn head off."
"I admit for a second there I wasn't sure," I told her. "But he didn't. How did you get that bitch to nutt so fast?"
"Maybe I'll show you someday," she licked her lips. "Assuming you don't get me killed tonight."
We smelled the horseshit before we could see the race track and the entrance of Westbrook Village. Lots of people were still up and about.
We drove around for a little while but I sensed that something was off. This is a upscale 55+ community and most of these women were breeding age and appeared to be Hispanic. I remembered that all of the tanning salons across the country had been packed this past week and that the stores ran out of black hair dye. "This is bogus" I told Fem. "We need to corral some of these bitch's and examine them further."
""Latina's don't need brands," she said. "They're exempt from the Purge."
"What if they are not latinas?" I motioned for her to gear up. She hadn't put her clothes back on so she just pulled on a hunting vest and gun belt. "Go that way. Drive them to me. If you have to use the shotgun, head shots only. Mr Hill doesn't appreciated buck shot in his meat." She gave a thumps up and headed out. Many of the women saw us and fled. Several towards the race track. We managed to round up 5 women. A couple in their early 20's, another two late 30's and one who appeared to be about 25. "Ziptie their hands behind them. Put them on the ground kneeling."
When they were lined up Fem asked "What now?"
"We check for lip tattoos. Latinas get a tat that reads like a VIN number on a car. Tells you everything about them,"
I reminded her.
We peeled back their lips and discovered that I was right. No tattoos. These were breeder's disguised as off limit prey.
One of the early 20's prey started to explain how this was all a big mistake. Fem slapped her across the face to shut her up. This bitch was very fine and I would have loved to destroy her but my early 20's tags were already filled by the twins. The other young one had a wild beaver, long and thick. Not for me. "You take those two," I said.
"You sure? They look pretty tasty." She asked.
"You deserve it" I replied.
I guided my three prey to a carport just to the north of the capture point. None of them spoke they knew that they were going to be purged, might as well accept it. As I turned the corner I glanced back at Fem. She had her prey on their feet leaning against the house. "Spread you legs," she ordered the hairy one. Then flicked open a straight razor and started dry shaving her prey. She caught my eye and smirked/
I turned my attention back to fucking and killing my three breeder's in as sadist and painful way as possible. Two of them seemed to like it, the other, well who cares. I dragged the bodies to the truck. Fem had already loaded her's, both of their necks slit. "Let head over to the race track I saw some run that way."
"Roger that," she smiled.
We didn't speak until we were passed thru the west gate. "Never say I don't take you anywhere interesting," I laughed.
"Fuck you, asshole. I thought he was going to put me in that fucking guillotine," she screamed. "Chop my goddamn head off."
"I admit for a second there I wasn't sure," I told her. "But he didn't. How did you get that bitch to nutt so fast?"
"Maybe I'll show you someday," she licked her lips. "Assuming you don't get me killed tonight."
We smelled the horseshit before we could see the race track and the entrance of Westbrook Village. Lots of people were still up and about.
We drove around for a little while but I sensed that something was off. This is a upscale 55+ community and most of these women were breeding age and appeared to be Hispanic. I remembered that all of the tanning salons across the country had been packed this past week and that the stores ran out of black hair dye. "This is bogus" I told Fem. "We need to corral some of these bitch's and examine them further."
""Latina's don't need brands," she said. "They're exempt from the Purge."
"What if they are not latinas?" I motioned for her to gear up. She hadn't put her clothes back on so she just pulled on a hunting vest and gun belt. "Go that way. Drive them to me. If you have to use the shotgun, head shots only. Mr Hill doesn't appreciated buck shot in his meat." She gave a thumps up and headed out. Many of the women saw us and fled. Several towards the race track. We managed to round up 5 women. A couple in their early 20's, another two late 30's and one who appeared to be about 25. "Ziptie their hands behind them. Put them on the ground kneeling."
When they were lined up Fem asked "What now?"
"We check for lip tattoos. Latinas get a tat that reads like a VIN number on a car. Tells you everything about them,"
I reminded her.
We peeled back their lips and discovered that I was right. No tattoos. These were breeder's disguised as off limit prey.
One of the early 20's prey started to explain how this was all a big mistake. Fem slapped her across the face to shut her up. This bitch was very fine and I would have loved to destroy her but my early 20's tags were already filled by the twins. The other young one had a wild beaver, long and thick. Not for me. "You take those two," I said.
"You sure? They look pretty tasty." She asked.
"You deserve it" I replied.
I guided my three prey to a carport just to the north of the capture point. None of them spoke they knew that they were going to be purged, might as well accept it. As I turned the corner I glanced back at Fem. She had her prey on their feet leaning against the house. "Spread you legs," she ordered the hairy one. Then flicked open a straight razor and started dry shaving her prey. She caught my eye and smirked/
I turned my attention back to fucking and killing my three breeder's in as sadist and painful way as possible. Two of them seemed to like it, the other, well who cares. I dragged the bodies to the truck. Fem had already loaded her's, both of their necks slit. "Let head over to the race track I saw some run that way."
"Roger that," she smiled.
5 years ago