Adanna was doing jumping jacks on an isolated clearing deep in the city park's forest, far away from any big trails. Her bag and clothing lay discarded at the side; it wasn't the most hygienic, but it gave her a thrill to go naked here, where there was almost no chance someone would see her… and yet…

She'd just transitione to pushups when she felt a boot press down on her ass.

Well, she *was* going naked. She complied with the unspoken direction, aborting the exercise and lying down completely.

She tried to turn around and look at whoever it was, but the boot - large, heavy, military in what vibe she could discern - kicked her in the side of her head, forcing her to face forward again.

She lay down obediently, wondering what the boot person would do to her. Have sex with her? Kick her? Or…

As an answer to her question, the boot went away - she remained lying down, having gotten the general idea from the first time - and something cold and hard touched Adanna's pussy lips. Something cold, hard and round.

She visualized herself: a tall, pale, slightly muscular but mostly just spindly blonde with her hair in a bun lying prone on the grass… with a gun, because that was definitely gun, to her pussy.

Yeah, that was hot.

She moved, trying to fuck the gun barrel, and evidently her unknown assailant liked it this time, because the gun moved to fuck her right back.

It was cold at first, and Adanna was barely wet, and it was oh so uncomfortable. Which was a rather self-defeating condition in this case, as the discomfort itself turned Adanna on, and the constant movement within her vagina warmed the gun up. Of course, the point of gun-delivered discomfort was not the temperature of the barrel…

Adanna barely had any time to luxuriate in the nervous anticipation when there was a tiny explosion inside her, and a small piece of metal traveled through her belly into the ground.

She writhed in pain, and the boot helpfully pressed down on her back again, keeping her in the same position - though, from what she could feel, backwards now - presumably the person was standing over her, facing her butt, and still holding the gun inside her.

Which made several teasing back and forth motions, and fired again.

Lost in the pain, Adanna didn't know how many more bullets riddled her insides - and her outside - with holes, before the gun withdrew and the unknown person - she didn't even know if it was a guy, a girl or someone else - left.

She was left wheezing on the ground, at least one of her lungs pierced with a bullet. Her entire everything hurt too much to figure out which and if it was only one, or any other thing. She just knew she was dying, and also that it was a pretty spectacular end to her private workout routine.