Bow and Arrow Kills - 3
Bows and Arrows
Archer Taken Down
Releasing his first arrow, Jason heard the satisfying "crack" as his arrow struck the enemy archer in the side of his head.
As the victim crumpled to the ground he reached for another arrow but one of the dead man's friends already had him in his sights and stopped any further attacks ... dead.
Execution
Barely awake, he was becoming aware of the sounds of approaching feet outside his cell. Keys clattered against the lock and the door opened with a squeak from the rusty hinges.
"On your feet traitor." The big guard ordered.
"What's going on?" David asked as he swung his feet over and put them on the floor.
"I said on your feet!" he yelled again as two of them yanked him off the bed and stood him up straight. "Hold still.!" the big guy barked. The guards pulled his head back as they tied a blindfold tight across his eyes.
He felt the guards pushing him out the door and down the short corridor. He smelled the sweaty body odor from the guards and the stomach turning stench of the stuff they called "food" coming from the kitchen but he was ushered past the mess and straight to the rear door of the tiny prison.
"That explains the blindfold." he thought as he struggled to remain on his feet while being pushed/carried down the steps into the back yard of the prison. No one was allowed to see the layout of the grounds and all incoming and outgoing prisoners were blindfolded.
"Where we going?" He asked.
No answer.
He felt them turn him around and push him backward until his back was against the wall. Next he felt his hands being tied together, his ankles being tied and finally the two being tied so that his hands were pulled tightly down over his groin.
He realized that he was probably about to be executed. He started to feel his manhood filling with blood as the bulge in his shorts pressed against his hand.
The silence from the guards left him to imagine what was going on as he waited for the pronouncement of charges and sentence that he expected to be read prior to being killed. He became aware of the fact that he had to take a piss, having been dragged here as soon as he was awakened.
"Hey guys, I've got to pee." he said, breaking the silence.
A chorus of laughs was the response. He could tell that there were six or seven soldiers in the yard with him, enough for a firing squad.
"Hold it in asshole." the big guard growled. "This won't take long."
He heard footsteps again as the men moved around in front of him. Then the sound of wood against wood followed by the slide of unseen shafts sliding against shafts and the soft creak of the bows as they were drawn back. "Arrows?" he wondered. That would explain why he heard other prisoners being lead out of the prison but never heard any shooting. He had assumed that they were either taken somewhere else, Released or killed by knife, strangling or hanging. Whatever the method, they were never seen or heard from again.
The long silence left him straining to hear anything that might give a clue as to what they were doing.
The urge to pee had been overshadowed by the almost painfully erect shaft that had pushed his hands away from his crotch. He wanted to stroke himself so badly that he was beginning to shake with the building sexual pressure.
Without warning, the first arrow struck.
Just below the ribcage, dead center, the shaft plunged through his body and impacted against bone in his back. The pain of the sharp point ripping through his body was all it took to set off the eruption of his death ejaculation, causing him to start jerking and bending from the spasms in his loins.
Suddenly someone yelled "NOW!" and he felt the immediate impact of three more shafts that hit in a tight formation, one in his right pec, missing his heart,
one splitting his sternum and striking his heart slicing the bottom open and the third in his left pec that split the pump wide open in his chest, draining his blood out into his chest.
His knees started to buckle as cum and urine poured over them and he fell forward onto the arrows, ramming them through his muscled chest and out through his back.
After a few moments of muscle spasms and contortions, the handsome young body lay still.
Disturbance
Sometimes the best way to kill is to use an arrow. Silent - Deadly and
Fearsome, others close by may be totally unaware of the attack and
soon become victims as well.
These pics are part of short tales told in just one or more pictures, not necessarily able to fit in with other tales told on this site, but included here for your pleasure.
These pics are part of short tales told in just one or more pictures, not necessarily able to fit in with other tales told on this site, but included here for your pleasure.
Archer Taken Down
Releasing his first arrow, Jason heard the satisfying "crack" as his arrow struck the enemy archer in the side of his head.
Execution
Barely awake, he was becoming aware of the sounds of approaching feet outside his cell. Keys clattered against the lock and the door opened with a squeak from the rusty hinges.
"On your feet traitor." The big guard ordered.
"What's going on?" David asked as he swung his feet over and put them on the floor.
"I said on your feet!" he yelled again as two of them yanked him off the bed and stood him up straight. "Hold still.!" the big guy barked. The guards pulled his head back as they tied a blindfold tight across his eyes.
He felt the guards pushing him out the door and down the short corridor. He smelled the sweaty body odor from the guards and the stomach turning stench of the stuff they called "food" coming from the kitchen but he was ushered past the mess and straight to the rear door of the tiny prison.
"That explains the blindfold." he thought as he struggled to remain on his feet while being pushed/carried down the steps into the back yard of the prison. No one was allowed to see the layout of the grounds and all incoming and outgoing prisoners were blindfolded.
"Where we going?" He asked.
No answer.
He felt them turn him around and push him backward until his back was against the wall. Next he felt his hands being tied together, his ankles being tied and finally the two being tied so that his hands were pulled tightly down over his groin.
He realized that he was probably about to be executed. He started to feel his manhood filling with blood as the bulge in his shorts pressed against his hand.
The silence from the guards left him to imagine what was going on as he waited for the pronouncement of charges and sentence that he expected to be read prior to being killed. He became aware of the fact that he had to take a piss, having been dragged here as soon as he was awakened.
"Hey guys, I've got to pee." he said, breaking the silence.
A chorus of laughs was the response. He could tell that there were six or seven soldiers in the yard with him, enough for a firing squad.
"Hold it in asshole." the big guard growled. "This won't take long."
He heard footsteps again as the men moved around in front of him. Then the sound of wood against wood followed by the slide of unseen shafts sliding against shafts and the soft creak of the bows as they were drawn back. "Arrows?" he wondered. That would explain why he heard other prisoners being lead out of the prison but never heard any shooting. He had assumed that they were either taken somewhere else, Released or killed by knife, strangling or hanging. Whatever the method, they were never seen or heard from again.
The long silence left him straining to hear anything that might give a clue as to what they were doing.
The urge to pee had been overshadowed by the almost painfully erect shaft that had pushed his hands away from his crotch. He wanted to stroke himself so badly that he was beginning to shake with the building sexual pressure.
Without warning, the first arrow struck.
Just below the ribcage, dead center, the shaft plunged through his body and impacted against bone in his back. The pain of the sharp point ripping through his body was all it took to set off the eruption of his death ejaculation, causing him to start jerking and bending from the spasms in his loins.
Suddenly someone yelled "NOW!" and he felt the immediate impact of three more shafts that hit in a tight formation, one in his right pec, missing his heart,
one splitting his sternum and striking his heart slicing the bottom open and the third in his left pec that split the pump wide open in his chest, draining his blood out into his chest.
His knees started to buckle as cum and urine poured over them and he fell forward onto the arrows, ramming them through his muscled chest and out through his back.
After a few moments of muscle spasms and contortions, the handsome young body lay still.
Disturbance
Hearing the animals making a ruckus outside, Mel slipped his pants on and stepped out to scare any animals that might be in the barnyard in the night. He didn't think he would need his gun.
He was wrong.
Fatal Reaction
Fatal Reaction
Coming in for a cold drink, Walt was watching his footing up the dune and never saw the archer, his own brother, taking aim as he approached.
"Unhhhh!"
The pain that erupted in his chest hurt too much to wait for any analysis. Instinctively he grabbed the shaft and pulled. The broadhead had missed his heart but his twisting yank cut through his aorta and left him with a full fifteen seconds of life.
Stopped for a Rest
Stopped for a Rest
Pulling over against the wall the bikers hurried inside the convenience store to get their drinks after the last leg of the bike race.
"Can I get you something, Rick?" Sammy offered.
"Sure, just a cold bottle of water." he answered. "Thanks." and leaned back against the bike rail to relax.
Rick jumped at the sudden pain in his gut, grabbed at the arrow but slipped from his seat only to crumple in a shuddering heap on the ground.
Heartshot
Slowly Keith realized that he was in danger but it was too late. Expecting to see the assassin out the window, he stayed across the room from it, watching for anything suspicious. Expecting to see someone with a gun of some sort, he was stunned to spot the archer that was taking aim through the window. Watching in disbelief he saw the arrow release, the shattering glass and felt the stinging impact in his chest.Reaching for the shaft he pulled on it slightly.
Hearing a noise behind him, Robby turned just as the archer let the arrow fly.
A quick shudder racked his body as he reached for the shaft, his body stiffened and he toppled over and lay on the ladder moaning until his life finally ended.
Feeling a little sheepish about his skinny-dipping in the pond, Lee quickly pulled up his pants but the property owner wasn't amused by his unwanted trespasser. A sharp pain stopped him while he tried to thread his belt through his pants.
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