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“Back in the tidal pools, Shen’s moving on in search of his next target. We have a bad habit of losing track of him, so let’s just follow the girls and see who he grabs. Miss Haley Pike seems to be lost.” The camera zooms in on the pop singer, who is starting to look just a little bit worried as she wades between two narrow cliffs. “With the tide in, most of the lower area of the pools are tricky to navigate, but Haley’s only a few dozen feet from the pylon. Sadly…” The camera zooms out, showing the pylon one canyon over – as Haley walks resolutely away from it. “… she doesn’t know that.”

“But wait! Someone else does!” Near the pylon, two figures are climbing down the cliff wall. In the lead, Zahida reaches the bottom and holds out a hand to help Naledi down, then takes a quick half-step away from her as the other girl steps into the water. “Looks like the partnership is holding, but our Afghani babe doesn’t seem to trust our African princess. Follow your instincts, Zahida.”

Zahida and Naledi wade through the water to the pylon, watching in opposite directions as they do. They reach out together, tapping it quickly, and start back to the cliff. As they do, Naledi gulps and taps Zahida on the shoulder. Zahida turns, following Naledi’s glance, just in time to see a flash of black as someone on top of the cliff drops out of sight. The two girls look at each other for a half second, and start wading at their best speed in the opposite direction. As they reach a higher rock platform, Zahida hefts Naledi out of the water, and Naledi turns and lifts her partner in response. As the two break into a jog, vanishing into the slick and narrow canyon ahead, Shen Lee appears out of a side passage about forty feet behind them. He frowns, looking at the various passages, and stops to listen. A moment later, he starts off down the same canyon the two girls took. “Nice work, girls. If they’d had to climb those slick rock walls alone, Lee would have gutted them like fish. And speaking of fish…”

There is a ripple in the water, and Inaya swims into view, keeping almost her entire body submerged as she watches the passage that Lee vanished down in case he returns. Then, with grace and speed, she cuts through the water to the pylon. “Inaya’s curves seem to be keeping her pretty quick in the water. I don’t think anyone expected one of the babes to try that trick, but it seems to be working well for her…” As the announcer speaks, Inaya is swimming around a bend and suddenly lets out a sharp shriek of pain. She flails for the wall, clutching at one leg. “Oops. Spoke too soon. It looks like the Egyptian sweetheart has met the local jellyfish. Lucky for her this is an open channel – one sting won’t kill her, but it’s going to slow her down.” Inaya, breathing quickly, starts swimming as quickly as she can, fighting back tears of pain. “And of course, she’d better hope Shen didn’t hear that…”

Meanwhile, Naledi is leading the way as she and Zahida race towards the Carnival area, doing their best not to slip. Zahida keeps looking over her shoulder, breasts heaving as she runs and her ponytail slapping against her shoulders. Ahead of them, the canyons open up and a line of bare dirt can be seen. The two start to smile.

A moment later, Shen springs out of a side passage, his knife flashing out and catching Zahida across one arm. She shrieks in pain, and he slams the hilt of the knife into her forehead, his free hand reaching for his taser to immobilize her.

Naledi hesitates on the very edge of the packed dirt, and smoothly shifts direction. As Shen notices the flash of movement in the corner of his eye, and starts to turn, Naledi grabs a loose rock from the wall and heaves it with all of her strength. It catches Shen on the temple, and he staggers back with a silent snarl of rage. As he does, he slips on the slick rock and staggers as he catches his balance, dropping his taser.

In the second and a half that this buys, Naledi reaches Zahida and grabs her by her free arm, pulling her into motion. She shoves the girl ahead of her as Shen breaks into a spring behind them, raising his knife to throw. Naledi throws herself forwards, and Zahida – already off-balance and slightly stunned from her brief battle – easily falls with her. The knife flashes an inch over their heads as the two girls collapse, rolling across the last few inches of ground separating the two arenas. Shen isn’t done, though. He throws himself forwards as well, grabbing Naledi’s ankle an instant before it crosses the line, and begins to drag her backwards. The small black girl is no match for Shen’s strength, and she screams and scrabbles at the dirt as he tugs.

Zahida is recovering, though, and pulls in return. Shen is pulled forwards, and releases Naledi’s ankle before he can be tugged into the Carnival arena. He steps back, and frowns at the two. Then he sighs, and ruefully smiles. With a respectful salute, he vanishes back into the rocks.

Naledia takes a deep breath. “I thought he had me.” She muttered, shivering.

“So did I.” Zahida answers. The two girls look at each other, and laugh softly. Then they stand, helping each other up. Nahedi offers a strip from the bottom of her dress to tie over Zahida’s wounded arm, and the two start into the Carnival.

Back in the pools, Shen is stalking quickly and quietly. He’s aware that he’s lost a lot of time chasing those two, and that there aren’t as many targets left. Fortunately, he soon finds a target.

Haley Pike has climbed out of the water, crossing around several deep, narrow tidal pools as she continues to look for her target. She doesn’t see Shen Lee until he’s on top of her. He doesn’t toy with her – he simply grabs her, slamming her head sideways into a pillar of rock. As she sags, momentarily stunned, he pulls off her bikini top and forces her hands behind her back, locking them there with a pair of handcuffs.

“Wait, please!” Haley’s resolve has shattered, and as she regains her senses, she tries to plead. Shen answers with another slam against the rock, as he pulls out his second (and last) knife and cuts off her bikini bottom. Shoving her against a rough rock outcropping, he aims as he pushes, and the girl falls forwards, her midriff catching the rim of the outcropping as her breasts fall into the tidal pool that it encircles. Haley’s head almost goes in as well, but she recovers in time to start begging again.

“Oh, Haley. Shen doesn’t like his girls willing.” Shen pulls down his pants as Haley begs for mercy, and gives her a sharp cut across her ample bottom. Haley screams and tries to pull away, her breasts swishing through the water as she tries to twist free of her captor. A moment later, she screams again, much more loudly.

“What… oh, of course.” The camera cuts to underwater, as Haley’s beautiful, perfect breasts swish back and forth. Now, however, there is something else clinging to them. “Haley has disturbed a contained pool of box jellyfish, which are now attaching thousands of tiny barbs into her breasts and pumping poison into her system.”

Haley is beyond speech, her screams echoing through the canyons as she desperately tries to thrash away from the jellyfish. As she does, Shen stands over her, holding her in place as he fucks her. As she writhes underneath him, barely aware of his presence, he forces her body to shudder forwards and back, agitating the jellyfish and leading to even more stings as the panicking creatures defend their territory. The singer’s world has narrowed to nothing but the terrible burning pain spreading through her body, her vision blurring as she passes in and out of consciousness every few seconds.

Finally, the poison overwhelms Haley, and her screams build to a fever pitch as her heart almost explodes in her chest. The girl’s dying spasms pull on Shen’s cock, and he shudders rapturously as he comes inside her. Stepping free, he uses her discarded panties to wipe his cock off before rebuttoning his pants, leaving her where she is as he moves on.
“Haley’s sung her swan song and – no surprises here – her agent has already released her posthumous album, “Don’t Count Me Out”. You can pick it up on our website, only $29.99. Meanwhile, I think we had a real challenge at high noon going on down in the cityscape.”

Inside the burned-out building, Janet and Teresa are cautiously circling each other, blonde and red-headed mirrors holding their weapons. Both are tense, knowing that one shot might end this – Janet’s got a knife out, but can’t close without Teresa getting another shot with her taser. But if Teresa misses again…

“So, little girly wants to join the big leagues.” Janet taunts cheerfully, stepping over the charred skeletal remains of Clara as she circles.

“I doubt taking you down would even get me notice.” Teresa answers with a shrug. Janet smirks.

“Took you long enough. I did your mom four years ago, and this was the best plan you could come up with?” She chuckled, cracked her neck. “Should have tried something else than taking me on my turf, little girl.”

“I’m not little.” Teresa swallowed an angry retort. “I remember what you did to her. I’m going to hurt you before I let you die.”

“Yeah, well, I fucked your mom.” Janet laughed. “Then I cut her. Then I fucked her… oh, hey, remember that funny little whimper she got when I made her orgasm by cutting off her foot and…”

Teresa moves. As she’s been circling, she’s been surreptitiously taking very small angled steps forwards, bringing Janet into range of the taser. She fires it as she breaks into motion, angled for a perfect shot at her nemesis.

Janet responds by kicking out her foot, catching Clara’s mostly-burned skull and sending it spinning into the air. The taser hits the skull, discharging with a burst of electricity, and Janet springs into motion as well. Her knife snaps out as she and Teresa collide, drawing a line of blood as it snaps through the girl’s side and slices off the edge of her bikini bottom. The two collapse to the ground, Teresa screaming with rage. “I’ll cut your tits off, you bitch!” She slams Janet’s hand against the floor, trying to dislodge the knife. Janet barely pauses, bringing her knee up and ramming it into Teresa’s cunt with brutal force. Teresa shrieks, rolling away, and Janet comes after her, snapping her bikini top before discarding the knife, and pulling it off as she grabs Teresa’s short hair in one hand and slams her face-first into the concrete.

“Four years of training?!” Janet laughs, pulling a cloth out of her pocket. “Girl, I was training as a hunter when you were in diapers. You should have waited longer.” As Teresa tries to reach up, she forces the cloth down over her mouth. Teresa struggles for several moments, then goes limp as the chloroform takes effect. Janet keeps it in place for another fifteen seconds, just to be sure, then steps back. “Now…” She muses. “How am I going to do you?”

Meanwhile, outside, Adrienne has staggered to a halt, collapsing against a brick wall as she considers her situation. Naked, hands cuffed behind her back, and trailing several feet of chains from the clamps on her breasts, she doesn’t stand a chance. She looks back at her hands, tries to bring them around to her front to remove the clamps, and shakes her head helplessly. Then, tears already forming, she finds a piece of brickwork sticking out, pushes her left thumb tight against it, and then lifts a foot and lets her entire weight force her thumb back. She tries to bite back the scream, but it still echoes off the building as her thumb dislocates, pushing against her wrist. Sobbing, she forces her left hand out of the cuffs, quickly undoes the nipple clamps with her right, and then grits her teeth, softly takes her thumb with her other hand, and forces it back into its socket, letting out another bitten-off scream.

Then quickly, before Janet can track her, she starts running again.

Of course, Janet isn’t the only one listening – there are two new Babes in this arena now. Halfway across the city, the Japanese gambler Miko hears the pain-filled cry, and hesitates to consider. On the one hand, that’s probably where the hunter is. On the other hand, that’s probably where the pylon is. Keeping her eyes peeled, she presses her body low to the ground, wincing as her skin rubs against a rusty chain-link fence through the shredded remains of her red dress (still covered in bits of leaves and mud from the forest), and starts creeping cautiously in that direction, looking for a hiding place along the way. She’s ahead of the game, right now – an hour or two laying low won’t hurt.

Sierra, for her part, has the opposite plan. She has been crouching in the ruined basement of a nearby building, recovering from her fear-filled trek through the Carnival, and Adrienne’s scream is almost on top of her. Panicked, she bolts from her hiding-place, crossing the street and racing away… in the wrong direction to find the pylon.

Some time later, the camera cuts to Janet and Teresa. The young girl has been stripped and trussed up, her arms tied behind her at the elbows and her legs tied at the knees and ankles with black leather straps, and Janet is idly playing with her as she waits for her to wake up, fondling her breasts and enjoying her reactions as her body responds to the unknown situation. Teresa slowly blinks herself awake, momentarily aware only of the pleasureable sensations on her breasts. When she tries to stretch, and finds that she can’t move, she snaps awake. She tries to say something to Janet, but her bikini bottom has been stuffed into her mouth and duct tape has been placed over it, and all she can manage are incoherent noises.

“Good afternoon, honey.” Janet runs a hand slowly around Teresa’s nipple, and the girl tries not to react. “I wanted you to be well-rested before the end.” She reaches down, and smiles. “Looks like you’re ready for a little appetizer before the main event, eh?” Teresa mmphs furiously, but her cries change pitch as Janet softly brings her nails down, twitching them across Teresa’s clit gently. “I figure I might actually owe you a little bit, what with how you came right for me. Saved me a bit of time. So I’m going to mix the two into one.” Reaching into her pack, she pulls out a twelve-inch dildo and waves it in front of Teresa. “Let’s just get this in there…” She says cheerfully, as Teresa tries to squirm away. Janet holds her down, forcing the intruder into her in stages, laughing at every painful grunt as she fills the girl far past her comfort zone and then runs tape across her cunt to keep it inside. She steps back, and pulls out a small remote, tapping it on. “Bowser there’ll get more and more energetic as time goes on.” Teresa is already squirming and moaning under her tape, looking up at her captor with hatred. Janet waves. “Take a look around.”

Teresa does, and for a moment she forgets the dildo. She and Janet are sitting on the rim of a giant junkyard trash compactor, on a platform that contains a series of switches. Inside, there is nothing but a few scraps of metal. Janet taps the rim and confides, “See, it closes pretty tightly on the sides, and then the top closes down and crushes until it can’t crush any further. I tested you a bit while you were out, and I figure you’ll get a couple of orgasms in before your bones really start to snap.” She pats Teresa on the head and adds, “You’ll be the littlest Babe of them all, honey. Isn’t that precious? Now… time to go.”

Bending over, she starts to slowly roll Teresa towards the edge of the trash compactor. Teresa screams as loudly as she can through the gag, trying to kick and roll her own way back away from the edge, but she doesn’t have a chance. Her voice rises in volume, piercing through the gag as she stares at Janet, and the Hunter laughs. “Something you’d like to say, hon? Little late, I thi…”

Almost too late, she catches motion out of the corner of her eye. She twists in time to see Adrienne barreling towards her, and kicks out. The protester catches Janet’s boot in her chest, and collapses backwards. Janet shakes her head. “What is it with you girls today?” She says disbelievingly. “Wait your tuAAAA!”

Teresa has scissored her bound legs out, catching Janet and sending her tumbling backwards. Janet’s hand flashes out, reaching for purchase, but only catches Teresa by the shoulder, sending the two tumbling into the compactor. Janet lands heavily on Teresa, rolls to her feet, and looks around.

“Shit.” She says. She breaks into a run, racing for the wall, as she hears the ominous sound of the machine rumbling to life. “Shit. Shit!” As the walls begin to close, Teresa smiles. She still has time. As soon as the first walls lock, barely two feet apart, she starts climbing up them, nimbly managing the ten feet as quickly as she can. “No chance in hell!” She growls to herself, looking up.

Four feet above her, she sees Adrienne standing, like a naked Fury. Sees her lift Janet’s taser. “Shit.”

The taser fires. Janet drops. She collapses on top of Teresa again, as the second set of walls lock. Teresa has been forced to her knees, coiled around all four walls. Janet tries to get up, starts to climb. The top begins to descend, locking her tightly. Underneath her, she hears Teresa moan with the force of an orgasm, and then start to laugh under her gag.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Janet says faintly, as the ceiling reaches her. She crouches, screaming out of the metal. “You’re supposed to hate killing!” She cried desperately. “There’s another girl in here! Please!” The ceiling is pressing down on her now, forcing her and Teresa closer and closer together. Her face is pressed into Teresa’s breasts, and she feels her back straining as the metal above her continues to lower. She feels Teresa’s pain-filled, ecstacy-filled laughter under her face. Agony explodes in her as her arm is bent impossibly backwards, shatters under the strain. Language collapses into a single scream as she and Teresa become one mass of flesh, and then merely a line of compressed fluids and pulverized bones.

At the controls of the crusher, Adrienne trembles as she watches the machine do its ugly work. “One down.” She whispers brokenly.