Man Hunting 22 - The Next Piece

The armored vehicle was sitting out in an open clearing in the trees with its noisy engines running. The crew was enjoying an easy assignment in the Midwestern sunshine waiting for orders. In the distance a blue smoke bomb started smoking high into the sky.

"Hey Sarge, what the heck is that?" One soldier, a young man with a bodybuilder build and no shirt said.

"Fuck if I know. Looks like a smoke signal for a chopper." The sergeant approached.

"We expecting a chopper?" The young soldier picked up his heavy machine gun and scanned the distance.

"No, and I didn't set it. Go find out what's out there." The sergeant demanded.

"Uh, sure. You think this is part of the mission?" He asked but got no response.

"Sarge? You think..." He was cut off by the feeling of a tranquilizer dart hitting his neck.

The man turned toward where he thought it came from but the effect was fast and he sunk to the ground. He had turned enough to see and olive-skinned woman in a tight-fitting camouflage suit approaching him. His sergeant was face down and unconscious with his gun in his hand. The young soldier fell backward against the armored vehicle but could not move or speak.

"Hey there. So, this is going to hurt a lot." The woman holstered her gun and knelt down in front of him and pulled out a hunting knife.

With a quick stroke she opened his pants wide and his gigantic cock and testicles were exposed. She quickly sawed the entire package off of her victim knowing he was in agony despite the drugs making him incapable of protest. She finished quickly and tucked his severed organ into a black plastic back and tied it to her waist.

"So, you're most likely going to bleed out. But I have to go kill your driver. I'll be back in a second to make sure you're not still alive." She said cheerfully and looked into his tearful eyes.

She went to the back of the tank and waited patiently. She could tell already they were not a disciplined group and expected the driver to emerge soon rather than follow protocols when he lost contact with his crew. She loaded her dart gun and smiled when she heard the hatch open.

When she predicted the driver had enough time to emerge and reach the edge of the tank she jumped up with her gun at the ready. She caught the soldier by surprise and shot him in the chest with a dart. She knew that was a bad spot and ducked back down and tucked herself near the vehicle. Several shots rang out wildly before the man tumbled from the tank.

"Should've called for help first." She admonished him as she pulled his head back and slit his throat and threw his face back into the dirt.

As promised she returned to the first man and found him quite dead. She left with her prize and was pleased at the gruesome scene.