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59down on her face. There was a mute crack of a broken bone and blood exploded from her nose as she dropped to her knees. He pulled open his fly, yanked his cock out and said, %u201cSuck it. If you bite, I%u2018ll crack your skull open.%u201dShe never moved. %u201cI%u2019ll count to three. If you don%u2019t start sucking it,%u201d I%u2019ll pound your head with the stock until it splits and then I%u2019ll fuck you as you lose consciousness. One...%u201dSeveral things happened at once. Martha appeared too noisily with her scatter gun, from out of the trees, aiming at him; he turned, saw her and pointed, about to fire; and Carla took her father%u2019s cock into her mouth and bit down as hard as a sharp-toothed eel. He screamed as his rifle jerked up into the air and fired, while Martha held the scatter gun up higher so as not to hit Carla and blew his head to bits.Carla stood up and spat onto his body. She kissed Martha who said, there%u2019s two in the boat. Both are wounded but alive.%u201d%u201cNot for long they won%u2019t be. Reload that, Martha, and give it to me please.%u201dMartha did as she asked and said, %u201cAre you really going to kill them in cold blood?%u201d%u201cNo, of course not. I%u2019ll make sure they%u2019re lovely and warm first, and then I%u2019ll get their lovely expensive weapons, and I%u2019ll end their miserable lives. Best if you wait here. I%u2019m not certain you have the stomach for this.%u201dCarla left and Martha fully realised what she was capable of. Where once she%u2019d thought the gators were the coldest-hearted predators in the swamp and thus, the most to fear, she now knew they came as second to her beautiful Swamp Tramp.She watched as Carla went to the boat, looked down at the men, Swamp Tramp