Sam's revenge

\[ff, futa, cuntbusting, clits, dominatrix, yacht, commission\]

Sam's little boat was quietly floating in the waves. The engine was silent, and she waited. The shore with beach, green trees and colorful skyline was visible in the distance. Also, a white yacht midway between Sam and the shore.

There was a time when Sam was in the army. Her only real friend there was Elen. Elen was a smily redhead girl with big tits who had a funny secret. Her secret was between her legs. Elen had a thick dick and massive balls, which she, at times unsuccessfully, were hiding under her uniform. Other than that, she was a completely normal girl. Of course, Elen let Sam stroke her cock when there was an opportunity. Those were the best of the days.

When Sam had left the military, Elen promised that they would reunite on the first opportunity. Their relationship became long distance, they both hoped that would be only for a short while.

Sam didn't think much about the fact that Elen hadn't messages her in couple weeks. Now that Sam had left her office job - leaving three corpses behind - she had nowhere else to go, and only solution she found was to go to the beautiful ocean shore region where Elen was stationed. Then Sam had found out that Elen was dead.

This was the reason why Sam was floating in the tiny boat, her sniper rifle at her side, waiting for someone to show on the deck of the yacht.

Elen's death was bizarre. Her testicles were stomped into mush - as a result of trauma her heart had stopped. There hadn't been a serious investigation into her death. Turned out, Sam was the only one who cared.

In some of the last messages Sam had received, Elen told her about an online dominatrix crew she had become fan of. Sam had noticed that Elen's excitement bordered with obsession. She remembered the promotional poster. There were three of them. Godess Aurora, their leader, in the middle, wearing a corset that shaped her hourglass figure and holding a riding crop. Mistress Violet with her long, purple hair, tall and thin pale body, covered with tattoos. Mistress Tanya, ebony nineteen-year-old with a thick body and a shaved head, who scowled at the camera showing golden grill on her teeth. Aurora had a wide chest and even wider hips, accentuated by her corset. Tanya too had thick thighs and ass. They were the murderers who had killed Sam's girlfriend.

It turned out that Elen had booked the crew for a BDSM session, which was fully captured on video. In the video, Elen was bound on a black leather bench under bright lights. Three mistresses were taking turns kicking her huge balls, stepping on them, destroying them. The session soon became a real torture. Elen was gagged and bound, and could only squirm in pain.

"No safewords here!" Aurora mocked her.

The trio really seemed to enjoy destroying Elen's testicles. They took turns stepping on her balls, until they were smashed flat, blood and testicle goo oozing from the wounds.

"You won't need these anymore, freak!" they shouted.

At the end of the hour long video Elen's heart had stopped. Sam watched and cried. After couple days of drunken bender Sam collected herself and decided to take justice in her own hands.

The boat Sam had rented had a flat bottom, where she could lay down and aim her rifle. The engine was tiny, but it was sufficient to quickly bring the vessel with Sam and her weapon where it was needed.

It looked like there was some movement on the yacht. It was a large, white luxury yacht with a spaceous sun deck. There was a group of people on the deck. The day was sunny and cloudless. The trio had chosen a perfect day to rent the yacht for their photo shoot. The shoot was vanilla erotic stuff - only Aurora, Violet and Tanya in the frame. They were on the path to success, and probably imagined that sooner or later they would start owning yachts themselves. A stylist was powdering a pimple on Violet's chest. Other people of the photo crew - gaffer, photographer and the like, all men, all wearing white t-shirts, were busy preparing.

The mistresses were dressed in revealing black leather outfits. They had short leather skirts were so short that they left bottom halves of their butt cheeks out and visible. Under the skirts were black panties.

Aurora was a large voluptuous woman, the leader of the trio. She wore a tight black corset that shaped her narrow waist, and accentuated her wide hips. Leather cups of her corset barely contained her large, constantly wobbling tits from jumping out. Aurora stood confidently and snapped her black riding crop at her boot. She was bending forwards, showing her cleavage to the camera.

At Aurora's side was Violet. She was thin, long legged mistress with long, straight purple hair that reached her butt. Her pale body was covered in tattoos. A black bra covered her tiny tits, leaving her belly bare.

The third one was Tanya, an ebony teenager with curvy body. She was barely nineteen, yet her ass was fat and thighs thick. Tanya's head was shaven bold and golden jewelery, including golden grill, adorned her body. She had applied oil on her buttocks, and happily twerked, making her butt cheeks clap.

The sounds from the yacht were clearly audible to Sam.

"Shake your ass harder!" Aurora shouted orders. "Stand over her! Like this, bitch!"

She pushed Violet, who put her leg over Tanya, so that their both asses were directed at the camera on top of each other. Her long legs allowed Tanya to fit in between. They knew what Aurora wanted of them. Tanya twerked some more.

"Yea, like this!"

Camera clicked, recording their bodies. The photo crew were following orders without a word. After couple minutes Aurora wanted the shoot to move on.

"Enough of this softcore shit! Tits out!"

Violet got out of her bra, uncovering her flat, pale chest. Tanya removed her leather top and threw it on the deck, revealing her perky ebony boobs. Aurora pushed her tits out of corset cups, letting them hang over. The trio poured oil on themselves and pressed their tits together, letting the cameraman make more pictures of their nipples rubbing at each other. The men from the photo crew walked around barely hiding their hardons.

Sam calmly observed it all, while lying on her belly in her boat. She gripped the rifle harder. The trio were juicy bitches, and she could completely understand how they had grabbed Elen's imagination. Aurora was a lard-ass vixen with wide motherly hips, Tanya was shapely teenager with fat bottom and incredibly thick thighs. Even Violet, who otherwise was slim and skinny, had a round, pale bubble butt, over which her skirt hung like a lampshade. Sam licked her lips. Elen paid with her life for her obsession. Sam waited for the perfect moment of her revenge for Elen.

"Show them the cunts!" meanwhile Aurora told the others.

The trio pulled down their panties, slowly, so that the camera could capture the uncovering of their pussies. Sam too held her breath for the targets' pussy reveal. The panties dropped on the sun deck. The skirts didn't hide anything. They were just the right length so that they wouldn't cover women's pussies. All three pussies were shaved, their clits slightly poking between the folds of their succulent pussy lips. Tanya had a golden ring piercing on her clit, matching her grill. Aurora had several rings on each of her pussy lips.

Sam noticed she was getting wet between the legs. Her breaths became faster, and she bit her lip. For a little moment she considered letting the three women go unpunished. They were just too gorgeous. Sure, they were mean bitches, but sexy bitches nontheless. The world needed more sexy bitches...

Sam banished these thoughts. She had to punish the trio for what they had done to Elen. Having a pretty pussy didn't absolve anybody from the punishment. Sam concentrated on the closest of the trio.

Tanya stood on her hands and knees and diligently twerked. The sun reflected at her oily black buttocks as they bobbed up and down. Sam's crosshairs moved and stopped at the area of constantly bouncing pussy.

"Come on, you brainless imp, freeze for a second," she whispered.

Sam bit her whole lower lip between her teeth. She waited until her target halted for a moment. Tanya lifted her head, while her back was bent down, ass pointed up, unknowingly displaying her pussy to Sam. That was all Sam needed. She squeezed the trigger.

The rifle spat out a bullet that flew towards Tanya, and went straight between her thick pussy lips. Piece of flaming metal melted Tanya's clit, together with the hood of her clit and disappeared in the distance. The little golden ring dropped on the deck. Tanya twitched, then dropped down on the deck screaming. Everybody on the yacht froze and stared at her.

Sam used the opportunity to snipe her second target. She moved her sights to Violet. Long legged mistress stood stunned, directly facing Tanya, and, unwittingly, Sam's rifle. Violet's thigh gap was gigantic. The skirt was too short to hide her pale pussy. The slit between her pale, almost white outer lips seemed virtually red. All Sam had to do was to point at where her lips joined together and squeeze the trigger again.

The rifle produced a bang. The bullet whooshed forward, destroyed Violet's clit, then tunneled all the way through her body. It vanished, leaving a round hole through which, for a split second, Sam could see the bright blue sky. Violet froze, then her body broke in half, and she hit the deck with her head.

Sam aimed at Aurora, whose skirt also barely reached her thick pussy lips. There was a triangle of light between Aurora thick thighs and her fat pussy lips. Sam could see Aurora's clit shining between the folds of her pussy. Her wide hips practically offered a round target with the clit as a bullseye in the center. Sam aimed right in the center of her large target and made a shot. The bullet burrowed into Aurora's flesh, destroying her sensitive clit, ripping and burning deeper all the way until it escaped between her ass cheeks. With a high pitched shreek, Aurora grabbed her destroyed cunt and dropeed on her knees.

Sam exhaled. Three shots, three perfect targets hit. All her bullets had went through the victims bodies and disappeared in the distance. The photo crew meanwhile noticed that the trio of dominatrixes falling on the ground was the result of gunshots. The panic ensued. The men in white t-shits ran chaotically back and forth, until all, one after another, decided to jump overboard. They were frantically rowing with their arms towards the shore, away from the unknown shooter on the yacht. Sam considered putting bullets into the heads of fleeing fools, but decided to spare them. She didn't have time to bother with some scared losers.

Sam pushed her hand down and under the belt of her pants. She inserted fingers into her pussy, and started rubbing her clit. These mistresses with their bitchy attitudes - they had got what was coming to them. As she fingered herself with one hand, she put her eye at the sights. She could hear the screams coming from the yacht's sun deck. The victims were there, abandoned by everybody, dying in pain alone.

"Wahhh! Fuuuuckhh! Auuaahh!" Tanya screamed at the sky.

She had curled into a fetal position, pressed her hand between her oily, thick tighs, feeling the empty place where her liquidated clit used to be. She was in unimaginable suffering.

"Eeeeekk!" Violet cried. "It hurrtsss!"

Her purple hair was a mess, wrapped all around her face, shoulders and chest. Her hands were trying to plug the hole where her clit used to be. Red blood spurted out of it.

"Heeeelp!" Aurora pleaded. "I don't want to die like these bitches!"

She was holding the bloody mess that used to be her meaty pussy with her hands. She rolled on her thick ass from side to side, unable to quench the pain.

Sam rubbed harder and harder, until she had to close her eyes. Her body tensed, and she came, then froze, breathing heavily. It felt so good. She looked through the sights at the yacht again.

The screams had died down. The trio was barely moving in the last throes of their agony. Their bodies were still jerking. Tanya had tried to crawl away, but now had frozen still, with her eyes rolled back. Her body periodically convulsed, making her ass cheeks wobble. Violet weakly kicked her legs, chaotically twitched her arms, foaming at her mouth. Aurora was pressing her thighs together, still clawing at her pussy, bubbles of saliva were coming from her mouth. Their movements were becoming weaker with every second.

Sam kept observing the dying mistresses, and started to rub her pussy again, mesmerised by the sight. She remained there until their last movements stopped, then she started the engine and steered her little boat away.