Count Zaroff was sitting at his desk, thinking about the birthday present he would give his beautiful daughter Zarovna. The girl was eighteen tomorrow and deserved a special gift.

"Well, why not a traditional hunt? My sweet Zarovna could use my crossbow and hunt ... hmm maybe half a dozen peasant girls would be nice. Igor, get half a dozen nice preys and prepare them for the hunt. I will see Zarovna and tell her about this hunt."

Zarovna was delighted. "O yes father what a wonderful idea! But please give them daggers so that they ... hmm ... might have a chance to fight back. It's so exciting!" Count Zaroff's eyes travelled along the somptuous curves of her daughter's body and smiled. "It would be a shame to pierce your gorgeous body, darling, but let it be as you wish."

The day after, Zarovna was up early, eyes shining with excitement. She ran to Igor and asked "Where are my preys?". Igor smiled, noticing the almost transparent silk blouse of the girl and the leather spiked bra beneath, and pointed to a flock of terrified teens. "Seven preys you have, little bird, chase them well." Then, as was agreed, the seven girls ran away, and Zarovna had to wait for fifteen minutes before running on their trail.

Count Zaroff's estate included a huge park and a forest, in which the preys had disappered a few minutes ago. Of course, Zarovna knew each and every path in the forest and hoped to find the fugitives quickly.

Less than a hundred yards after entering the forest, she saw a footprint barely visible on the track going to the right. "Oh oh, she went to the old caves, hope she managed to hid inside so there will be more fun." There wasn't to be much fun, the dark-haired girl had lost much time in the bushes and was barely arriving to the caves when Zarovna's challenge halted her. "You're Tanya, aren't you. Nice enough but not too quick. Come and fight if you want to live." Tanya turned and ran towards Zarovna, dagger ready to impale the huntress. The crossbow sang and the shaft sank under Tanya's left breast, who collapsed lifeless.

Zarovna went back to the mail trail, looking left and right to find more clues of the others. It soon appeared that TWO of the girls, probably Nadia and her young sister Elena, had run to the left hoping to find shelter in the old hunt pavilion. She approached stealthily and was both shocked and excited : Nadia had managed to build a crude bow, using parts of her dress to make the bowstring. Elena was cutting shafts to make arrows. Zarovna aimed and shot to miss, giving a warning to the girls. They startled and jumped to their feet. Zarovna noted that, as young Elena picked up the bow and arrows, her elder sister jumped in front of her, shielding her with her busty chest. Zarovna's thoughts raced in her head : "I will shoot Nadia but Elena's arrow might pierce my breasts. It's far better than what I would have imagined." As she lifted her crossbow she saw Elena do the same. Both shafts whistled almost simultaneously. She felt a searing pain in her right hip - a mere scratch but painful enough - and saw Nadia slowly falling, clutching the shaft that impaled her chest. Her crossbow was already pointed towards Elena, shaft ready to be fired. Elena dropped her weapon and pleaded for life. Zarovna seemed moved by the courage of the girl and let her go away. As she was thirty yards away, she said "Oh Elena, by the way ..." The girl faced her. "Yes, Zarovna, what ...". The shaft whistled, piercing the belly of Elena. "That was a nice fight, Elena, thanks.", zarovna said before turning away.

She had walked about one hundred yards when she heard some noise in a nearby clearing. As she advanced she heard a voice coming from the bushes. "Come Zarovna we too have bows and we cover you. You will be sentenced for the death of our friends and the sentence will be executed on the spot." As she entered the clearing she saw the last four girls. Natalia was a redhead, her somptuous breasts teasingly revealed under her dress. She was the one who challenged Zarovna. Tatiana was a stunning blonde, scantily clad and grim-looking. Olga and Natasha were dark-haired beauties, whose insolent busts were aggressively pointed towards Zarovna. Zarovna spoke. "Ok I am your prisoner and you have the right to treat me as I treated the other three. But which of you will have the pleasure or honor to kill me? I suggest you organize an archery tournament : two against two, then one against one and the survivor will be my opponent. Who will begin?".

Natalia said "I accept. Which of you will die from my arrow?". Natasha proudly advanced. "Try me, Natalia, but maybe yours will be the role of victim." The two girls faced themselves at twenty paces. The others and Zarovna were fascinated. Zarovna counted back from three, at zero an arrow whistled, Natalia groaned and fell to the ground senseless. Olga and Tatiana were already at attention, then the countdown occured and Tatiana's arrow whistled and sank into Olga's left breast.

Zarovna was trembling from excitement, she stifled little cries of pleasure as she saw Tatiana face Natasha. Zarovna would have put a bet on Natasha's skill but hoped that busty Tatiana would not be the victim.

This time the two girls looked defiantly at each other for a long time then shot. As foreseen, tatiana was no match for Natasha's skill.

Then Natasha turned to face Zarovna and asked smiling "Which weapon shall we use for our duel, dagger or bow?"

Zarovna said very quietly "Bow please.". This time both arrows whistled, the two girls fell to the ground dying.