Happy Island

Betty gazed excitedly at the white, gauze-like beach and the emerald-green bushes behind it, the palm leaves swaying in the breeze. She was thrilled to have chosen such a new location for her team's summer dance camp training. Betty

was the summer dance camp coach. Her company sent out advertisements to every public and private high school in the country every year, offering them summer dance camps to train their cheerleading teams. The cheerleading team at Winston Girls' High School was nationally renowned; their seven-layered human pyramid and wave kick were unbeatable nationwide, thanks to their annual summer dance camp training—they were now in their seventh year. Usually, the summer dance camp was held on the main island, but as their company's reputation grew and more schools participated, headquarters decided to establish a camp on an outlying island. This provided more training space and a quieter environment for the team members to focus on their training.

Happy Island was such a place. It had a series of small villas that hadn't been inhabited for over a decade. The villas were included with the island when the dance camp company bought it. The water supply system and all facilities here are modern, and the two small docks can accommodate supply ships or large yachts from the Big Island. The support staff have already moved in, and you can see smoke rising from the chimneys in the distance. Lunch is ready: grilled burgers, Chinese salad, and Big Island's specialty mineral water and palm fruit coconut milk—it sounds mouthwatering.

Behind her, twenty high school girls chatted and laughed, carrying or holding gymnastics bags, walking on the fine white sand towards the white houses nestled among palm trees.

After the cheerleaders were assigned rooms, they went to their respective rooms; they shared rooms, while Betty had a suite. She put down her luggage, took off her short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, picked up a set of underwear, and went into the bathroom.

Eighteen-year-old Betty was a sophomore in college, majoring in performing arts. She had been a cheerleader since junior high school and continued her cheerleading activities all the way through college. Professional training and years of experience made her stand out among the newly hired instructors at the dance camp. She had a slender figure, firm 34C breasts, a long waist and hip curve extending to her seemingly endless legs, and a slightly tanned body that exuded a healthy glow. Her long, wavy brown hair, even after frequent swimming, showed no signs of damage or split ends. Water, carrying shower gel, flowed slowly down her pink nipples, past the small tuft of brown hair between her legs. She was a neat and tidy girl; her bikini line was impeccably trimmed, and even her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and tidy. She closed her eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Benjamin sat on the observation deck at Pier One, idly staring at the shimmering blue sea and the white sand reflecting dazzling light. He and Landau were security guards at this pier; the other pier's security guards were Joan and Belle. His job was relatively easy. Aside from a few fishing boats on holiday trips driven by a fishing frenzy or yacht owners looking for a romantic island for lovemaking, no one would dare venture to this island. After all, it was off the main shipping lane, and the locals all knew about the recent change of ownership.

Lunch would arrive in five minutes, and he could probably watch the new cheerleading girls practice as he passed the training ground on his way home in the afternoon; supposedly, these girls had pretty good figures. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Below, he heard the familiar sound of a scooter, and a booming voice called out, "Old Ben, lunch's ready!" He didn't need to look to know it was the only male in the logistics team—the cleaner, Asso.

Asso was a short, dark-skinned Filipino who liked to eat lunch with Old Ben and Landau every day, lighting a cigar and talking crudely about the women in the camp. Benjamin struggled to lift his 240-pound body, grinning widely, "Damn, Aso, what brings you so early today?" Stepping off the wooden platform, he saw a dazzlingly beautiful blonde girl sitting in Aso's car. She wore a white tank top that revealed a glimpse of her cute waist, paired with white suit shorts. Her long, slender legs, one straight and the other gracefully bent, cleverly concealed any potential exposure. She was smiling at him. Beside Aso stood a shorter girl with chestnut hair, wearing a white cropped blouse with a loose bow at the waist, also in suit shorts. She had her arm around Aso's shoulder, giving him a victory sign.

Benjamin paused for a moment. "Hey, Asso, a romantic encounter? Where did you find these two beauties?"

Asso shrugged and said in a thick Filipino accent, "Linda and Mary are new cheerleaders from Winston High School. They want to see if the island's security guards are cool." The two girls gave him charming smiles and greeted him. Benjamin grinned from ear to ear. Beautiful women are a sight to behold, damn it, he thought, and grinned widely, "Welcome, welcome! Ladies, there's a handsome guy up there too! Randall! Stop reading your martial arts novels and come down to see these two beautiful ladies!"

Randall, six feet tall, muscular, and wearing a Marine Corps cap, appeared at the exit of the observation deck. He wore sunglasses, and his taut, angular face was expressionless. He gave a cold greeting to the two girls below and began to descend the steps. Linda and Mary screamed excitedly, "Wow! So cool! Handsome guy!"

Randall casually glanced at the dock and said to Benjamin, "There's a yacht moored over there, let's go see what's going on."

Everyone saw the yacht moored there, its door open. Benjamin grumbled reluctantly,

"Who's this rich guy again, so bored? Doesn't he know this is a private island? Ladies, wait a moment, I'll be right back!" He shuffled his heavy body toward the yacht.

Benjamin saw two people already walking on the beach towards him, and several more people appeared at the yacht's entrance. Approaching him were two brown-skinned women wearing dark green cropped shirts and very short dark green shorts. They had a string of bullet pouches on their belts and crossbody bags, and each held a MAC-10 pistol.

Benjamin thought, "Damn it! How did they get into this paintball game here?" He yelled at the two women, "Hey! Where are you from? This is a private island, you can't play paintball here! Go back!" The two women seemed not to hear him and continued walking forward, while three more women dressed similarly disembarked from the yacht and started walking in his direction.

Benjamin got angry. He drew his pistol and aimed, "Hey! Stop! This is a private island..." Before he could finish speaking, one of the women suddenly stretched out her MAC-10, "rat-a-tat-tat!" Several shots rang out, and several jets of blood spurted from Benjamin's fat chest. He took two steps back, threw down the gun, stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what had happened, and then collapsed onto the beach.

As Randall greeted Aso, he suddenly heard a strange sputtering sound. Looking up, he saw Benjamin lying on the beach, and five or six fully armed women running towards the lookout tower.

"Terrorists!" he shouted, reaching for his gun only to find it still on the tower. He turned to Aso and said, "Drive! The terrorists are here!" and ran to grab the gun. Aso was terrified and quickly climbed onto his electric scooter. "Run for your lives!" he cried. Although he didn't know what was happening, he knew it must be very serious. He quickly grabbed two girls and pulled them onto the scooter, then drove off. After only a few steps, several spurts of blood suddenly appeared on the back of his head, splattering onto Linda's white shorts, who was closest to him. The two girls screamed in fright. Aso leaned to one side and fell to the left, the scooter went out of control and overturned, scattering lunches everywhere.

Two girls leaped from the overturned vehicle the instant it tipped over. Thanks to their regular cheerleading training, they were agile, but the force of the impact caused them to land on the gravel road, unable to get up. The sound of semi-automatic rifles rang out from the lookout tower: "Bang! Bang! Bang!" One of the girls running towards the lookout tower jerked backward, then collapsed to the ground. Another clutched her shoulder, rolling on the ground; apparently, she hadn't been hit in a vital area. But the MAC-10s in the hands of the others spewed flames. Randall ducked, falling from the tower, motionless.

Linda and Marie, trembling with fear, hid behind the overturned electric scooter, watching the girls rush onto the lookout tower. "We're doomed! What do we do?" Mary exclaimed. Linda replied, "No one's come out of the yacht. Looks like it's just these terrorists. You stay here, I'll run out, grab their guns, and take them out!"

"Are you crazy? You might get yourself killed!"

"We can't just sit here and wait to die!" Linda said, leaping up like an antelope and running swiftly towards the beach. She grabbed the MAC-10 from the woman who had just been shot and rushed back towards the lookout tower. At the top of the ladder, two women were just about to come down. Linda raised her gun, and "rat-a-tat-tat-tat!" Flames sprayed at the two terrorists. Although the two women were ruthless killers, they were still young girls. Suddenly, they felt a heat in their chests and stomachs, and blood gushed out. They screamed in agony, bent over, and fell down the ladder. Another woman appeared at the top. Linda raised her gun, pulled the trigger, and heard a "click-clack" sound. She had emptied the magazine!

No sooner said than done, the woman on the platform had already pulled the trigger, "Rat-a-tat-tat!" "Oh my god!" Linda trembled violently. The bullet grazed her firm, protruding right nipple, leaving three red holes in the center of her chest and on her left breast! Wearing a girl's vest, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The bullet gleefully pierced her breasts, penetrated her body, and then landed on the sand. Her body went limp, she staggered back a few steps, bent her long legs, threw down her gun, and collapsed on the beach. Three terrorists rushed down and saw a girl behind the electric scooter, raising her hands and crying, "No! Don't kill me!"

One of the women raised her gun, about to fire, when a short-haired woman appeared on the lookout tower. "Wait!" A pistol was strapped to her belt; she seemed to be the leader. She slowly walked down and said to her subordinates, "Take her up!" Three brown-skinned women dragged Mary up to the room on the lookout tower.

Inside the room, there was only a single bed, next to a desk with the novel Randall had just been reading on it. On the other side of the bed was a radio, and a channel label was posted on the wall.

The short-haired woman asked Mary, "Who are you?"

Mary sobbed, "I...I'm from the Winston High School cheerleading team, here for training...Have mercy!"

The short-haired woman turned on the radio, tuned it, and said, "Tell them you're having a lot of fun and will be going back later!"

"Base! Please speak! That's all." A woman's voice came from the other end.

"I'm Mary. Aso brought us to Pier 1, and we're having a lot of fun! We'll be going back later...There are terrorists!!" Mary suddenly screamed. The short-haired woman shot the radio off. She stared at Mary for a moment, her face grim, before saying, "I didn't expect you to be so brave! Drag her to bed!"

Two women dragged Mary to the bed. Ma Li thought to herself, "I'm going all in this time. At worst, I'll die. These are women; they can't possibly rape me, can they?" She didn't resist, letting the two women pull down her white suit shorts. Underneath, she wore a high-slit lace panty, clearly showing the outline of her bulging mons pubis and taut labia. The two women handcuffed her hands to the bed frame and then stretched her long, white legs apart. The

short-haired woman said to Ma Li, "You must be thinking, 'I won't rape you because I'm not a man,' right? Hehe! You're quite clever. You probably haven't experienced the pleasure of being a girl before, have you? Soon you will..." As she spoke, she pulled out a pistol and gently rubbed the sight of the barrel against the center of Ma Li's labia. Ma Li felt both ashamed and afraid, experiencing waves of shyness and itchy discomfort. Tears streaming down her face, her body flushed, she tried desperately to shrink back, but couldn't. She could only murmur, "No! Please don't do this! Don't..."

The short-haired woman focused the gun barrel on the area slightly above and between Ma Li's labia, rubbing it in a circular motion. She whispered, "Hehe, don't be shy. Who understands a girl better than a woman? Relax, enjoy the pleasure!" Ma Li felt a unique, unprecedented pleasure spreading from her genitals throughout her body, bringing a shy, youthful, and uniquely pleasurable sexual sensation. She couldn't help but moan.

The short-haired woman laughed, "Yes, feels good, doesn't it? Okay, go ahead!" She took a step back, aimed the gun barrel at the center of Ma Li's labia, and pulled the trigger twice. "Ouch!" Mary screamed, arching her body and immediately clamping her legs together. She writhed and struggled desperately, blood and urine gushing from her missing clitoris and enlarged urethra. Her head thrashed from side to side, her mouth gaping open, moaning and groaning, then her legs kicked and convulsed, staining the mattress beneath her buttocks red.

"Back to the ship," the short-haired woman said, glancing at the girl still struggling on the bed, before leaving the lookout tower.

Betty surveyed the chaos left behind by the terrorists. In the radio tent at Pier 2, she was now alone. A well-built terrorist, a girl probably not yet 20, lay curled up on her side, her eyes rolled back, red blood trickling from her mouth and nostrils. A volley of machine gun bullets had grazed her chest, leaving several red holes in her short, dark green shorts. One of her breasts had been exposed as she fell, the nipple a dark brown.

Two blonde girls lay side by side beside the radio, still clutching their MAC-10 pistols. Their expressions were one of utter shock. They were both wearing dark green bikinis, the breasts stained crimson with blood. Their shorts revealed their long, brown legs, crossed beneath them. Two of Betty's students lay at the tent entrance.

She knelt beside Cui Cui, the young cheerleader who had been hit squarely in the breast by a MAC-10. Her blue and yellow Lycra bikini was riddled with bullet holes, the chest area completely stained crimson with blood. The lower part of her swimsuit was a miniskirt, similarly a mixture of fibers and bullet holes. Cui Cui's sun-dyed hair cascaded over her beautiful face. Betty gently closed her eyes.

Nina had fallen to her knees after being shot the first time, before collapsing forward. Her rounded buttocks were raised high, her sun-tanned brown skin making her halter-neck bikini bottoms appear even whiter. A series of bloody bullet holes ripped from her back. Betty turned her over; her breasts, still beautifully curved and firmly supported by her bikini bra, were soaked with blood. As Betty approached, she could even see how the bullets had pierced the girl's breasts with such precision and neatness, leaving a string of small bullet holes at the fullest part of her breasts—the immense damage they had caused was unimaginable.

Minna lay a little further away, still clutching a Uzi submachine gun tightly in her hand. Her blue bikini bra had been swept by a volley of bullets; the girl lay on her back, legs spread wide without any shame, and her urine was visible through her crotch.

Aisley and Winnie lay together, their guns thrown several feet away. Aisley had blocked most of the bullets aimed at Winnie. Red bullet holes, peeking through fabric fibers or muscle, were visible in the bra area of her pink bikini, on her bare stomach, waist, and genitals. Even in death, the plump Winnie had a cute, round face with a half-smile. Her groin, mons pubis, and lower abdomen where her uterus should be were riddled with bullet holes.

Not far away, hanging upside down on the lookout tower was the body of a short-haired blonde girl, dressed in a short-sleeved uniform and shorts, her high, firm breasts riddled with bullet holes. She was Joan, the first security guard to be killed. Her companion lay beneath the ladder of the lookout tower, half-naked, wearing only a bikini bottom, her breasts ravaged by bullets, covered in blood and yellow breast fat, turned inside out like tofu.

Betty knelt in front of the radio, fiddling with the emergency call channel. It was useless. She had risked the lives of six students she brought to finally get the radio, but it was a short-frequency island radio. She didn't expect to be heard at all, because they didn't communicate with the main island using 9q, because the distance was too far; and because this was private waters, no boat would hear her emergency call and come to her rescue. So, she didn't expect anyone to answer her.

"Betty? Is that you?" Suddenly a girl's voice came through the radio.

"Yulan? Really! Yolan, it's you?" Betty exclaimed excitedly.

"Of course! God, I'm so glad to hear your voice. You're alive?"

"Yes, where are you?"

"I'm on a fishing boat, and Sophie is here too. Two fishermen rescued us. We told them that terrorists attacked us, and you took a few people to steal the radio. You were gone for so long, we thought you were all dead. We're currently anchored in the offshore reefs on the north side of the island, the terrorists won't find us."

"Be careful!"

"We will. Those two handsome guys—Jason and Aon—are very considerate. They said it would be best to meet us at dawn tomorrow morning, so we won't be easily discovered. We can take their boat back to the big island!"

"We still have ten classmates hiding in the coconut grove. The dorms have been taken over by terrorists, and everyone has been killed!"

"Didn't any of the cheerleaders get killed in the dorms?"

"No, thankfully Marie reported it to us early! Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go get ready now!"

Betty breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, there was still a glimmer of hope—the hope of rescuing a few more cheerleaders. She would have done her duty.

Yulan turned off the radio, and Jason and Aon stood behind her. She gave them a charming smile and said, "Betty is the teacher who brought us here. Hmm, we can still rescue ten more students."

Jason and Aon exchanged a glance. Jason said, "Will it be okay for them to spend the night in the woods?"

"No problem. We each brought a sleeping bag when we escaped. We're just wearing less clothing; many are wearing swimsuits because we're going swimming this afternoon. A few are doing some practice this afternoon, but they're still wearing cheerleader uniforms—they're quite short. Hopefully, it won't be cold tonight."

Aon stepped out of the cabin. Sophie was lying on a canvas sun lounger on the deck, her long red hair, long brown legs, and bright yellow halter-neck bikini exuding youthful energy.

Yulan stared at Jason: "Have I thanked you for saving our lives?"

Jason crossed his arms over his bare chest, smiling shyly: "A few times, haven't I?"

Yulan stood up, like a beautiful folding machine unfolding. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, her long, white neck as graceful as a swan's, her large, pretty eyes, and her perpetually smiling lips. She wore a blue spaghetti-strap tank top and denim shorts, showing off her long, slender legs and beautiful waist and hip curves.

Yulan approached Jason, pulled his hands away, wrapped them around her slender waist, tilted her head back, and whispered with a smile: "Do you know that a boy's bravery can make a girl feel impulsive?"

Jason felt how soft his hands were touching her, and a girl's fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He sighed.

"Want me to thank you again?" Yulan said. She hugged Jason's muscular body tightly, leaned back, and pulled him down onto the bed.

Sophie lazily stood up with a graceful posture. Seeing Aang standing beside her, she murmured, "What a beautiful sunset!"

Aang looked greedily at the charming, slender girl before him. The sunset made her red hair shine like jewels. He took Sophie's hand, "You're even more beautiful..." Sophie whispered, then slumped into Aang's arms, closing her eyes and letting Aang savor her soft lips.

Jason almost clumsily pulled off Yulan's tank top, revealing a tight black camisole underneath, completely covering Yulan's still-developing 33B breasts. After he took off Yulan's top, he found she was wearing a backless bra underneath, a "Guess the Girl" brand bra with a cute cartoon smiley face of "Guess the Girl" on each nipple.

He muttered, "Aren't you hot wearing so much?"

"That's why I made you take it off! Hehe!" Yulan said, pulling Jason's swim trunks down with both hands. Jason quickened his pace, unhooking Yulan's bra and freeing her breasts. Yulan's white breasts contrasted sharply with the bronze skin around them. The bra's imprint looked as if it were painted on her chest, and her breasts were firm and rounded at the base, with pink, hard nipples. Jason couldn't resist taking a deep breath and sucking. His hands didn't stop; he unbuckled Yulan's belt, unzipped her denim shorts, pulled them down, and then pulled down her panties. Yulan, impatient for him to remove them, kicked them off herself. Their naked bodies pressed comfortably together, lips locked in a passionate kiss, tongues swirling in each other's mouths, hands caressing each other's bodies, legs rubbing together. Yulan let out a satisfied whimper like a kitten, feeling something hard and sticky rolling in her lower abdomen.

Jason had never made love with such a beautiful girl before. This slender, tall woman seemed to be electrified, making every inch of his skin radiate pleasure and a sense of relaxed sensuality. Yulan let the hard rod rub against her mons pubis, then slide between her labia and thighs. Most young girls have pubic hair between their labia and thighs, but Yulan, because she was wearing a high-cut bikini, had removed the hair along the sides very thoroughly with hair removal gel. So, the friction against that sensitive area was incredibly pleasurable. Then, she gently scratched Jason's scrotum with her slender fingers, guiding his erect penis to rub against the center of her labia, comfortably rubbing her clitoris. A wave of pleasure washed over her, making her moan and cry out in ecstasy. Jason felt that the girl's vulva was already soaked with love juice, and he sealed Yulan's mouth with a kiss before thrusting inside. Yulan wasn't a virgin, but her vulva was still tight, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. But the lubrication from the love juice immediately took effect, filling the cool, empty feeling instantly.

Jason thrust in and out with abandon, sometimes penetrating deeply, sometimes just shallowly. This was the torment for Yulan; she desperately wanted him to reach the deepest point, to bring her complete pleasure, but the shallow thrusting offered a strange, unsatisfying sexual pleasure. Add to that his occasional finger manipulation of her clitoris, and Yulan was finally consumed by desire. Pleasurable sensations exploded throughout her body, a comfortable current coursing through her, as if lifting her to the heavens. As Yulan closed her eyes, opened her mouth, screamed, and her genitals convulsed violently, Jason collapsed onto her. Although Yulan felt nothing particularly different, she knew Jason had begun to ejaculate. Sure enough, Jason comfortably ejaculated a large gush of hot semen into Yulan's uterus.

While Yulan was screaming with pleasure, in another cabin, Sophie was tightly clamping her legs around Aang's waist, screaming with pleasure as her genitals began to spasm uncontrollably, finally reaching orgasm. Aang suddenly sped up his movements, thrusting to the deepest point and violently ejaculating, shooting his semen into Sophie's vagina, which was already full, and it flowed out.

Sophie's eyes widened, but she couldn't see anything. The violent, pleasurable sensation made her lose her memory and sense of her surroundings. She could only ejaculate tiny, incredibly pleasurable molecules that melted throughout her body with the intense pleasure. After Aon ejaculated his last drop of semen, he held Sophie tightly, sweetly kissing her tongue and lips, their bodies still connected...

Betty could already see the dark outline of the fishing boat. They walked towards the rising sun, but there seemed to be no movement on the boat. What was going on?

As they walked down the beach, Betty saw a slender figure stretching out her arms, waving, jumping, and shouting, "Hey! We're here!"

It was Yulan! Betty was relieved. "Hurry up!" She waved, and the girls emerged from the coconut grove, ran down the beach, and ran towards the fishing boat.

Sophie was hugged from behind by Aon, happily watching her companions run towards her. Yulan and Jason sat side by side on the deck. Jason had his arm around her, his left hand lifting her tank top, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra. He was playing with Yulan's left nipple.

Yulan's face flushed red, and she said shyly, "Not now... please?"

Jason bit her earlobe, breathing on it, and said, "Darling, I'm here to say goodbye."

Yulan felt a cold metal object pressing against her right nipple. Looking down, she saw it was a large pistol with a silencer. She laughed and said, "What are you doing, you're so naughty!"

"Pfft! Pfft!" Two ugly black holes suddenly appeared on the areolas next to Yulan's left and right nipples, and blood immediately gushed out. Yulan was knocked back two steps by the force of the bullet, letting out a painful "Ouch!" The intense, sexually stimulating discomfort made her immediately cover her breasts with her hands, staring at Jason in shock, not understanding what had happened. Without hesitation, Jason released his left hand, letting Yulan slump onto the sun lounger. He parted her long legs, the ones that had once driven him wild with desire, positioned the silencer just below the zipper of Yulan's denim shorts, and pulled the trigger twice more.

"Ouch, my God!" Yulan screamed, blood and urine immediately flowing from her legs. Her hands flailed wildly, her whole body convulsed, coughing up blood, then she clamped her legs together, her hips heaving, struggling and writhing. She was already experiencing a unique pleasure that only a young girl could feel.

Before Sophie could understand what was happening, Aon released his grip on her, giving her a slight push. Sophie involuntarily took two steps forward, and Jason accurately drove two bullets into her bulging breasts. She screamed, "Ouch!" Her hands flailed wildly in the air, then her slender body bent, her long legs bent, and she knelt on the deck, a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth, convulsing as she collapsed.

Aon pulled up the mast on the side of the boat, and with a strong pull, he discovered a heavy machine gun with a belt of bullets hanging from it! He set up the gun...

Betty looked up and saw Sophie fall gracefully onto the boat, her bikini bra already stained red. She felt the chill of the water seeping into her bare legs, as if the cold water had seeped into her veins. "Oh no! God! It's a trap!"

Too late. Jason settled comfortably into the sun lounger, the butt of his gun resting against the steel of the cable beneath the chair, feeling his already hardened penis rubbing against the butt. The girls were running towards him in the sunlight, how comfortable! He pulled the trigger, and the world exploded with a vibrating noise.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

Kiki, who was running on the far left, was the first to be hit, unaware of what had happened.

A few clumps of dust rose from the beach in front of her, then the leaden torrent shifted slightly upwards, and coin-sized holes appeared in her mons pubis, stomach, and then her left breast, gushing blood. Kiki cried out, "Aaaaaah!" Pain tore through the middle of her sky-blue cheerleader uniform's miniskirt, then pierced her sleeveless top. She stopped, staggered, and collapsed. Thus ended her blossoming sixteen-year-old girlhood.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

"No!!! Ah!!"

Suddenly, five holes tore through Jenny's yellow halter-neck bikini bra, piercing her small but firm breasts. She was spun around. Blood from her lungs was coughed up into her nose and mouth, blood gushing from the five bullet holes, the straps snapping, the bra falling down, and Jenny was naked from the waist up as she slowly collapsed. The sixteen-year-old girl died in shame.

"Da da da da da! Da da da da da!"

Su Weiwei ran a little slower. Her favorite parts of her body were her long, white neck and full, mature breasts. At seventeen, she was already a fully developed young woman.

Suddenly, the beautiful blonde girl was pushed by something and stumbled back a few steps. She looked ahead in confusion, as if some bees were buzzing around her.

"Ouch!..."

A terrifying numbness began to spread through her body. She looked down and saw that her nipples had been replaced by two bullet holes in her torn Lycra swimsuit, and blood was freely gushing out. Her blood. She tried to cover the wounds with her hands, but her hands were numb and wouldn't obey her commands. Then, her legs stopped moving. She tried to steady herself but finally bent over. Her vision blurred, and she slowly fell backward onto the sand. At that moment, another red hole appeared in her groin, and urine flowed out, but she couldn't feel it anymore.

The butt of the gun vibrated incessantly, like a small massager vibrating his penis, and watching such a slender and beautiful girl being shot down gave Jason unparalleled pleasure.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

Cynthia had already reached the water's edge, preparing to go into the water, and was walking towards the boat. When the gun fired, she tried to turn and run away, but the bullet was faster than her, catching up with her face in time. A row of red holes swept into her 36C breasts, forcing all the blood from her heart and lungs to her nose and mouth, gushing out wildly, like ketchup being squeezed out of a hot dog stand. Her breasts almost exploded like water balloons, spraying blood all over her body.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!" she screamed, her whole body arching, and then another row of concentrated red holes appeared in the crotch of her sky-blue cheerleader miniskirt, blood immediately staining her legs red. "Ouch! You hit my crotch!" she screamed again in shame, so embarrassed! She slowly slumped forward, her blonde hair cascading like a comet as she plunged into the water.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

Brittenny possessed the long, slender legs and dazzling beauty of a beauty queen. She had participated in numerous beauty pageants, winning every time. The star-striped swimsuit she was wearing now was a prize from one of those pageants. Her blonde hair danced like golden clouds, her lips full and radiant. Although only seventeen, her 36D breasts proudly displayed her maturity, the swimsuit subtly revealing a glimpse of them, allowing her to proudly show them to her classmates.

Now, her breasts trembled, several jets of blood spurting from their bulges, Jason focusing all his bullets on her full, conspicuous breasts.

Brittenny let out a horrifying scream: "Aaaaaah!!" She stumbled backward several steps, the sand splattered with blood from her breasts. She stopped, lowered her head, and stared blankly at her once proud breasts, now riddled with bullet holes, blood gushing from them, utterly destroyed. Heartbroken, she bent her legs and collapsed onto the sand, her seemingly endless legs bent and spread open towards Jason, a uselessly obscene gesture of welcome.

Jason casually fired a few shots at the perfect curve of the girl's mons pubis and the area of her genitals revealed by her open legs. Bullets exploded in the middle of her labia, spurting blood, making her body jerk and writhe for a while, blood and urine gushing out. Her legs thrashed wildly for a while before finally stopping.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

Lisa saw what was happening too late. Before she could even raise her submachine gun, eight fatal bullet holes had burst through her cheerleading miniskirt, thick clots of blood gushing from each one, flowing down her nylon skirt and onto the sand. She let out a long, drawn-out scream, each one growing louder with each subsequent bullet hit. A wave of pleasure surged through her body without hesitation. For a moment, she felt as if she were soaring through the clouds.

At her school, she was famous for her beautiful high kicks; when her white, supple thighs kicked high, not only her miniskirt, but the entire team's spirit danced with the fluttering skirts. Now, she was being riddled with bullets for the last time in her life, screaming, trembling, bleeding, crying, her pubic area and labia ripped apart by bullets, even her thighs riddled with bullets. She lay limply on the damp sand, her large eyes staring blankly at the sky, her mouth agape, her black hair plastered with dying sweat to her forehead, her cheerleader miniskirt riddled with red bullet holes like a net, the very holes that had claimed her beautiful young life.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

It was Betty's turn, amidst the girls leading her to their tragic deaths.

Her eyes met Jason's, but at the same time, the deadly lead rushed towards her.

The bullets pierced the lower labia of her denim shorts, leaving a trail of small red holes in her urethra, clitoris, mons pubis, tearing the fabric that clung tightly to her beautiful buttocks, emerging from behind her plump rear. Although she was the teacher of these girls, she herself was still a young woman. When the humiliating torment finally destroyed her genitals, she clenched her teeth and cried out in agony, "Ouch! It hurts so much! Why did you shoot me there?!"

The forced sexual pleasure changed her personality; her whole body was filled with a strange, peculiar feminine sensation. Her bullet-pierced buttocks caused her to slowly slump onto the beach. Her denim shorts were torn at the crotch, exposing her bloodied genitals. Jason fired a few more shots, making her jump on the sand. Before she completely collapsed, Jason became interested in the magic bra under her shirt. A volley of bullets ripped open Betty's full breasts, creating small red flowers, and the magic bra spurted out several jets of blood. It felt as if someone had pushed her from within; blood gushed from her front and back. Her once firm, rounded breasts were pierced with several holes, and blood spurted from her well-maintained genitals and sensitive clitoris. Her strong, slender legs began to bend, and she fell, her buttocks finally touching the sand. Blood welled up in her mouth, and she struggled unwillingly, regretfully clinging to her flawless, beautiful body and the joyful, playful life of her youth, until another volley of bullets swept across her high breasts, the kinetic energy making her jump and twist wildly until the bullets stopped, and her body ceased its movements.

Aang stripped Sophie naked, and on her genitals, one could still see the two times Aang had ejaculated into her vagina before she woke up that morning; gushing fluid flowed out, the semen no longer developing in the girl's uterus. He pushed Sophie's body into the white foam of the sea, and heard a sound:

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

Louise saw Betty fall in front of her and knew it was her turn next. She ran a few steps to the right and hid behind the terrified Jacqueline. Jason loved shooting girls like this. He satisfiedly drove the bullet into Jacqueline's full, 35B breasts, which bounced under her tank top. As she screamed and arched her body to cover her most proud part, he felt the vibration of his penis and sent the bullet into the bra area of Louise's bulging blue and white bikini swimsuit, letting her experience the feeling of a bullet piercing through a girl's most sensual part.

The two girls did almost the same thing, first bending their bodies and shouting beautifully, "Ah!! Yaya!", then shaking all over, the bullets leaving red marks on their breasts. Then came the groans and cries of death, the sound of choked blood rising from the back of their throats to their small mouths, followed by a slow collapse, writhing and kicking on the sand until they breathed their last.

Louise lay beside Jacqueline, her legs spread apart, a hint of pubic hair a different color from her blonde hair visible. However, the color of the pubic hair changed immediately, as Jason drove a burst of bullets directly into the girl's body through her urethra. Jason kept the machine gun vibrating until he had riddled Louise's genitals with bullets until he ejaculated with the series of vibrations, his semen smearing the machine gun handle.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

Cathy had already raised her AK-47, but the bullets immediately tore open the bulge of her cheerleader miniskirt, blood splattering out. She screamed and cried out, throwing down her gun. She stood there for a long time, like a puppet on strings, before collapsing, coughing up blood. Her skirt billowed up, the waves soaking her silk panties, making them transparent and revealing a triangular clump of dark hair. Beneath the torn fabric of her breasts was a mixture of milky white and strawberry red. Her beautiful, rounded buttocks twisted towards the sun and sea, as if coated with a layer of light.

Jason continued his search for new victims.

"Da da da da da! Da da da da da!"

Alice, wearing a white patterned tank top, white denim shorts, and a small straw hat, had two long braids playfully strung above her slightly protruding 33C breasts. She was last among the girls, because one of her feet sank into a sandy swamp; she struggled to pull her leg out, and that was the end of it.

Alice trembled violently, her sexy tank top suddenly shaking wildly. A small volcano erupted from her breasts, which she was so proud of, staining the white tank top red.

"No! No, no, ah no!!!! Ouch, my god! Ouch, it hurts so much!" she screamed, frantically clutching her wound. Her soft breasts bounced, but life was already slipping away from the wound that pierced her back! She staggered two steps, her legs spread, weakly trying to bend, when a burst of precise bullets pierced the crotch of her denim shorts. Blood and urine immediately gushed onto the beach, flowing down her long, white legs. Bounced a few times from the bullet wound, she groaned weakly, "Why...why shoot a girl there..." Her legs bent limply, then she convulsed and collapsed, writhing on the ground before stopping breathing.

"Tap tap tap tap tap! Tap tap tap tap tap!"

Although Phoebe was only sixteen, she was quite tall. Her long legs stretched out gracefully as if they had no end in sight. Her soft 32B breasts curved into a beautiful line, rising and falling beneath her fitted blue and white floral tank top, revealing her slender waist and round, developing buttocks, encased in brown girl's shorts. Her golden hair was styled into a single braid that hung cutely down the back of her fair and slender neck.

Seeing the gun pointed at her, she shoved her best friend Falita aside. Falita staggered a few steps, but Phoebus immediately felt a jolt throughout her body, followed by a sensation as if something was churning her groin. An unbearable, strange, and intensely pleasurable sexual sensation coursed through her body, and she couldn't help but scream, "Ouch! Why are you shooting me there?!"

A few spurts of blood appeared on her slightly protruding breasts, and bloody urine gushed from the crotch of her shorts, flowing down her long legs onto the sand. Phoebus's body went limp. She staggered back two steps, her arms outstretched to her sides, her head twisted, her mouth wide open, her eyes tightly shut, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, while clots of blood gushed from her nipples and genitals. She swayed a few times, then bent her long legs and collapsed. She kicked wildly a few times, then her body stiffened, her legs straightened, and she remained motionless.

Farita stared blankly at the bodies of her female classmates lying haphazardly on the beach, then slowly walked towards the two handsome men. She had long, soft black hair, and her yellow halter-neck bikini swimsuit accentuated her 34B bust—not particularly voluptuous, but perfectly complementing her well-developed legs.

She raised her hands, murmuring to the two men holding machine guns, "No, please don't kill me... please? Please don't kill me..." She unhooked her bikini top, revealing her firm breasts, nipples hard and erect in the morning chill.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!" Jason pulled the trigger. Small clumps of sand rose and fell around Falita. She cried out in surprise, "Ouch!" Falita smiled, walking towards Jason, saying with a smile, "Thank you... thank you for not killing me..."

"Bang! Bang!"

"Ouch! My breasts..." Falita suddenly screamed, two black holes appearing in her exposed nipples, red blood flowing down. The seventeen-year-old cheerleader looked down and saw her proud, beautiful breasts had been fatally destroyed. She covered her face with her hands, her bright eyes darkening, staring at the man next to Jason, who still held a smoking pistol. A wave of uncomfortable sensuality washed over her, and she staggered back two steps, her slender waist twisting as she convulsed and collapsed, her legs still kicking involuntarily.

Jason glanced at Aon. "Should I fire a few more shots?"

Aon was on the radio: "...The north side of the island is taken care of. Very sexist, huh!" He put the receiver down briefly and said to Jason, "No need, the mission is complete."

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/31750.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=31750&aspx=1

Previous Page : Single Phoenix vs. Three Dragons