Don't think so...

"I don't think so" you reply, "You're spoiled and I think it's time you came down a peg or two." Her eyes widened in fear as you lowered the barrel of the gun toward her right breast, and without hesitating you pulled the trigger. A loud POP echoed through the trees and fluid seeped out of her ruined tit. "You bastard! I'll have your balls for that" She screamed, clutching her ruined breast. Raising an eyebrow you responded, "You know you really shouldn't antagonize me in this situation." You took aim and fired popping her other breast. Her scream was even higher pitched this time as she looked down at her once impressive, but now useless, empty sagging tit flesh sagging out of her olive bikini top.

"Please, no more, please! I can't take it, I'll do anything!", she whined pathetically. "Sorry. You're still awake. Gotta play by the rules," You say smirking. You decide to be a little more hands on for the next part. You reach down as she tries to scoot away from you on her ass and rip away her bikini bottoms exposing her shaven pussy. She continues trying to crawl, tears streaming down her face and she turns on her stomach and tries to pull herself away from you. You drop a knee down on her back holding her firmly in place as you look down, slap her firm ass and inspect her pussy peeking out from between her round ass cheeks. You raise a hand and smack it as hard as you can. She cries and whimpers as you slap her pussy several more times. As you do this, you notice her little love button begin to swell eventually peeking out from its hood. It's actually larger than any you've seen before, swelling to nearly half and inch long! "Quite a tool you've got down here Chelsea," you tease as you stroke it gently a few times. She whimpers, but after a while begins to moan quietly, as your ministrations are clearly having an effect on her. You continue this way for several minutes, but as you stroke her clit with her on her stomach and facing away from you, you slowly bring the rifle to bear as quietly as you can so she won't notice.

Just as her moans grow loud enough that you're sure she's about to cum, you lower the barrel of the rifle point blank against her clit and fire. Her moans are abruptly cut off as you deny her the last orgasm she'd ever have a chance at, mashing her giant ugly clit into pink pulp on the ground below her. Chelsea lets loose a high pitch keening whine before screaming and sobbing uncontrollably. You roll her over and her hands go straight to her ruined clit as she rolls and thrashes sobbing from the pain. "Wow, how are you still not out?", you ask, half to yourself. You squat down next to her and she looks up at you mascara running down her face and gives you a **** pleading look. "Please, -hic- I'll do anything! Money, I have money-" you cut her off raising your hand to shut her up. "Sorry. Gotta play by the rules." you say, grinning devilishly before shoving the barrel of your gun into her still dripping cunt. Her eyes go wide for a short moment before you fire the rifle, and she let's loose a terrified squeak of pain before her eyes roll back and she drops **** on the forest floor. Her hands fall away from her ruined clit, and you walk away after one last glance at her once gorgeous body.