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Random short stories involving the deaths of children; all of them featuring looks, but a few might have a shots or two thrown in.

Others are free and encouraged to write stories of their own.

Slutty Daughter

Mg(11), necrophilia, shooting, piss.

John groaned as he sprayed cum into the eager mouth of his eleven-year-old daughter. Samantha gagged, but sucked down every bit she could, with only a few trickles spilling down her chin. She gripped his shaft once more while nibbling the tip, licking excess cum off like ice cream. He was sure he’d cum again, when…

“What the hell is this? You fucking pervert!!” His wife, Martha, stood in the doorway, glaring at them as they turned their dumbstruck faces in her direction.

“This isn’t what it seems…”

“She seduced me,” he interrupted, pointing at Samantha as she licked cum off her lips.

Martha sighed. “I suppose I can’t blame you, Johnathan. You’re horny and I know you can’t help it when someone offers.”

She glared at Samantha. “As for you, my nasty little slut.” Martha reached into her purse and pulled out a .44 Magnum. Samantha’s eyes grew as her mother forced her head back and placed the nuzzle against the bottom of her chin.

“Please mom, I won’t… ACK!”

The bullet tore through her chin and mouth, and exited through the top of her head, leaving a gaping hole as blood and brain splattered all over the room. John watched, his mouth agape, as her lifeless body collapsed onto the bed beside him. The crotch of her shorts turned dark, the contents of her bladder gushing out for a final time.

“I’m going to get a drink. I’ll be back in ten, this better be cleaned up when I get back.”

She walked out, slamming the door behind her.

A sigh escaped John’s lips as he looked down at Samantha’s corpse. “Well, suppose I shouldn’t waste this.”

He removed her shorts, no panties underneath, as usual, revealing a pristine cunt moist with her last piss. It was smooth and, owing to John’s fear of getting her pregnant, untouched. Looking into her vacant brown eyes, he inserted his dick into her tight hole for the first time, after so many months of her begging for it, and tore her hymen. As virginal blood soaked his shaft, he fucked his dead little girl harder than he would have dared if she were alive. It didn’t take long; after only a few minutes he came, spraying his hot and sticky seed into her underdeveloped womb. He pulled out and shot the remaining squirts into her asshole.

“I wish I could do this a little longer, sweetie,” he said, kissing her forehead. He got dressed and went to work disposing her body, albeit after taking a few good snapshots with his phone, and scoured the room of any evidence that a gruesome murder took place.


Only thing that would have been better might have been the mom shooting her daughter in the pussy first


Family Purged

It was time for me to carry out another government authorized purge. Just another policy to curb population growth, but one I enjoyed assisting; I could legally kill people, I was immune to the purge myself, and it was quite profitable.

I rang the doorbell and waited. Minutes the door opened and a women in her mid-30’s, short black hair, grey shirt and baggy sweatpants, answered the door.

“May I help… you?” She stepped back when she noticed me pointing an AK-47 at her.

“Are you Dana Jackson?” I knew the answer, but I always double-checked.

She looked at my gun for a few more seconds before she answered. “Yes. Who is asking?”

“You and your family has been selected to be purged.”

I let it sink in before I opened fire. She staggered backwards as thirty rounds tore through her breasts, coming out of her back with sprays of blood and the remains of her heart and lungs. Her body twitched on the floor for a few seconds and stopped. The crotch of her pants darken, and Dana Jackson was no more.

I entered the house and shut the door behind me. After stepping over her corpse I went into the living room, where my next two victims waited.

A young boy sat in a rocking chair, sporting a stripped polo and blue jeans. His twin sister, long dark braided pigtails in a pink strapless dress, sat in his lap. They were both seven. They were both staring at the screen of a tablet, held by the little girl, with wireless headphones in their ears; oblivious to their mother being murdered, and the armed man standing in their house.

I didn’t give them a chance to notice my presence. I aimed and fired. The tablet, now full of holes, fell to floor, as the twins danced and spasmed to the bullets ripping through their torsos. They slumped back into the chair, eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling. They pissed themselves, soiling the soaking the chair even more.

I checked the list on my phone. Dana, Ashley, and Kevin were deceased. Katie and Kathleen were still alive: two to go.

That number changed very quickly. Kathleen, a quirky fourteen year-old with short black hair and glasses emerged from the hallway, wearing a pink sports bra and matching workout shorts, emerged from the hallway and stopped in her tracks when she saw me.

I aimed the gun at her. She screamed and started running down the hall, but I pulled the trigger; she went sprawling to the floor with six bullets in her ass. She turned over, screeching with tears streaming down her face, as I approached. She looked up, her beautiful contorted face begging for mercy.

“Please don’t kill me. I don’t wanna die, please! I’m young, and untouched. I can’t die before knowing what it’s like to make love! Oh God! Get help, this hurts! Make the pain stop!”

I smiled and pointed the gun at her chest. Her pleas became incoherent blubbering which, was silenced as a rain of bullets reduced the teen buds poking through her bra into blood-gushing holes. A weak, garbled, gasp escaped her lips, followed by trickles of blood down the sides of her cheeks. Her bladder relaxed, soiling another crotch with urine.

Just for good measure, I emptied the remaining bullets into the teen’s soft exposed belly and reloaded. Then I set to searching the bedrooms for the last target.

Katie was in the last room down the hall. An eleven year-old with long black hair, splayed out beneath her, in a light-green dress lifted to expose her smooth pussy, laid on her bed. Her right hand, to my delight, was rubbing her labia while her middle finger probing her wet cunt. Like her little brother and sister, she was holding up a tablet and wearing wireless headphones, too absorbed into whatever she was doing to notice that I entered her room.

I chuckled to myself and took aim on her exposed cunt. The gun fired, and pulverized her hand and cunt with half of the clip, before creating a line of holes up her torse, one in her chin, and the last few into her forehead.

“That’s all of ’em.”

I went around the house with my phone and took photos of each victim and uploaded them to the government-operated purge site, confirming their deaths. Minutes later, I got a reply stating the money in their bank accounts have been transferred to my account, and told me that all of the belongings in their house were mine. Anything left behind when they arrived a week later to cleanup would be trashed.


Amazing! Please write more and include families and incestuos situation! There is more purging to be done! ;) Great work!


At least one more family shoud be purged and caught in the middle of something….


Post more like this! Thnks!


Gr8 stuff m8! More pls!


Finally someone included the mandatory death-piss in stories! I'm looking forward to the next one!




More please. Mom shooting daughters pussy


Why not a killer wasting an entire family? With more bullets in pussy and ass ofc! ;)




Spamming the thread won't make OP write stories any faster, jackass.


This is like KC the lit version!


Shota snuff?



All stories written by me will have loli victims, but some shota victims may appear alongside the loli victims.

As mentioned in the OP, others are free to write their own stories and can just kill shotas.




I love it when you did the bro and sis, perhaps a shota with his mom in the future?
KC- the famous (KC)Killing Children, these stories give a similar feel!


I just wish there was more necrosex in those… Murder is hot but in the 2nd story there was nothing and in 1st it was basically 2 sentences… :/


Where can I find these stories? I'm intrigued


I like them just the way you wrote them, after all purging means a busy schedule, not enough time to play with all those dirty pussies! Surprising them during sex or lewd moments it's another business! ;)


The most awesome thread in the galaxy!


Loved them, more pls!


Liked the first one ,but the second was ablsolutely amazing! They idea of a family snuffed and with a hint and a tease of incest is just perfect! Hoping to see more like this in the future!


No more stories?



I will post a new one tomorrow.


waiting patiently for more, this is much better than Young ladies and death thread, i love your style Andrew Dax Fields, i think your stories are superior!


Losing My Virginity

Mgg(12), necrophilia, shooting, piss.

The evening I lost my virginity was hardly what I imagined. It was in a random alleyway like the one I cut through on my way home from school all those years ago. It wasn’t with my high school crush, Linda Marshall—now Linda Vincent, even though I spent the years after we graduated stalking her on Facebook and even moving to the same city. I lost interest in her, after three kids and poor dieting caused her to lose the athletic physique and turn into a grotesque whale. I was also much older than I would have liked: thirty-five.

The loud and squeaky giggles of schoolgirls reverberated down the alley, as I sat beneath the stairs of a vacant pizza joint. She was on her way; the new girl of my dreams, who replaced Linda a year ago. It was her twelve-year-old daughter, Christina. She was almost a spitting image of her mother before she gained; fiery hair flowing to her lower back, peachy complexion, and narrow waist and hips. She lacked the large and firm tits of her mom, but the lemon-sized buds poking through her pink tank top promised a much fuller bra in a year or so.

Christina spoke; “Did your parents say if I could spend the weekend at your house?”

Her voice, a soft noise which floated on the breeze, sent a wave of euphoria crashing over me. I briefly daydreamed that voice saying “I love you” to me, as Christina laid her head on my chest after making love underneath these steps. Then my face contorted, as I returned to the reality that it would never be like that. It was her fault; if she hadn’t caused her mom to get fat, I would’ve had a relationship like that years ago. It didn’t matter; I would give to her daughter what I never could give to her. Then both of the little bitches would be punished harshly for the misery I felt.

“They said you would need to ask,” the girl walking with her replied.

Christina’s friend—a plucky Indian girl with short black hair and glasses, and messy bangs—was by her side, as she had been for the prior 287 evenings I watched them cut through the alley on the way home from school. Christina referred to her as Ambi or, on occasion, Ambika. Unlike Christina, she was a little pudgy, but not outright fat, and a pair of orange-sized lumps curved firmly beneath her blouse. She was the reason I didn’t rape Christina yet. Although the girl was cute, she wasn’t the one I wanted to be my first, and I felt I couldn’t keep her from running to the police as I raped her friend. That wasn’t going to be an issue this time, I thought to myself as I stroked the 9mm in my lap.

I didn’t want to kill Ambika, and there was a tightening sensation in my stomach when I heard her voice. She didn’t have anything to do with this. ‘‘Why couldn’t you get the flu or something?’’ I sighed and shook my head.

They continued getting closer, chatting about their plans if they could spend the weekend together. I froze in place as their feet fell in front of my hiding spot. I wasn’t going to do it, after all. I would be back here Monday, waiting for them again, because I couldn’t find the balls. Killing a person wasn’t easy. Or was it? Without thinking, as they continued down the alley, I sprang out and raised the gun. Christina looked over her shoulder as I moved, and Ambika started to turn her head to see what her friend was looking at, but it was too late. I pulled the trigger, a hole appeared in the side of Ambika’s head, gushing with blood, as she crumpled to the ground. A damp spot formed in the crotch of her gym shorts as her bladder relaxed itself, and a puddle quickly formed around her pelvis. Christina jumped back and opened her mouth to scream. I rushed her, and grabbed her, one hand pressed tightly over her mouth as she bellowed a muffled scream into my palm, and the other holding the gun against her head.

“Shut up!” I jerked her head up and gazed into her green eyes. Her pupils grew larger and tears welled up as she stared back into my cold blue eyes. “When I take my hand from your mouth you better not scream or yell out. And don’t try to run away, either. You do and I’ll fill that pretty little head of yours with lead. Do you understand?” Christina nodded and the squealing stopped. I let go of her, she stumbled forward and turned to look at me as I trained the gun on on her face.

Her body trembled and she stood in silence, save for the sobbing. I waited to see if she would try running, my finger tight on the trigger, but she simply stood there watching me.

“Good,” I said after a few minutes, “now I want you to remove your panties and lean forward against the wall with your ass sticking out.”

Christina sniffled. “You-you want me to do what?”

“Remove your panties and face that wall,” I repeated.

“Wuh-why? You wan-want to do nasty things to me, don’t you? Please! I don’t wanna be raped!”

“I will make love to you here and now.” I pressed the gun against her forehead. “Even if I have to do it after you die.”

“Don’t kill me! Please! I’ll do whatever you say, just don’t shoot me!”

“Then remove your panties!”

Christina lifted her skirt and stopped for a second, then shook her head. “Please don’t! I’ll let you take a picture of my breasts, if you don’t rape me. Please! My first time is supposed to be in the loving arms of Kevin Whiteside.”

“I’m going to rape you, and your virginity is going to be taken by my dick whether you want to or not.”

She lifted her skirt for a second and grabbed her panties. She started pushing them down, then swung her arm against mine, and nearly caused me to drop the gun, and sprinted towards the end of the alley. I grabbed my weapon before it hit the ground and aimed in her direction. Eight shots rang out, and Christina went down before she could reach the end. I shoved the gun into my pocket and approached her flailing body.

My accuracy left much to be desired, but three of my bullets hit the target; all of them into her upper back. She was coughing up blood making high-pitched and raspy gurgling sounds from her mouth, in an agonized attempt to breath or scream. I turned her over on her back and looked into her contorted face as she glared back at me. The front wasn’t pretty either, with three holes in her chest, showing that the bullets ripped cleanly through.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d shoot you if you ran? I did, didn’t I? You made me ruin that sexy little body of yours, you stupid fucking whore!” She gurgled incoherently, and more blood trickled from her mouth. “Don’t worry your not-so-pretty-anymore head, I’ll still take your virginity before you die. I told you I would be your first, and I don’t think your precious Kevin Whiteside will find you all that attractive the next time he sees you.”

I got down and crawled onto her. She tried to push me away, but I pinned her arms to the ground until she gave up. Then, with a few tugs, I ripped her shirt down the middle, and revealed to myself her flat belly and budding nipples; well, nipple, as the left one was gone, replaced with a blood-dripping hole. ‘‘Damn! My accuracy is a little better than I expected.’’ I moved back, and ran my finger gently down her soft belly until I reached her skirt.

“Now, to get what you didn’t want to give me.”

I lifted her skirt over her stomach, then ripped her panties to shreds; her prepubescent pussy, pink, smooth, and untouched, was exposed to my ravenous eyes. I licked my lips and began to unbuckle my belt. Moments later, after fumbling with my pants, my erect cock sprang out. I leaned over Christina, one hand pinning her shoulder to the ground, and the other guided my cock to her pussy. My penis squeezed into her tight hole; the girl grunted and coughed up another clout of blood as I broke through her hymen.

Christina lifted her arms several times, with increasingly feeble attempts to push me off, as I pushed my hard dick deeper and deeper into her young hole. She screamed weak, gurgling, wails, getting quieter every second. Her body grew weaker, until her only movements were either involuntary twitches or from me pounding her cunt. Her pussy tightened, and a warm liquid poured from her dying cunt, soaking my cock and filling the air with the distinct ammonia smell of piss. Her dying on my cock sent me over the edge, and I let out a long grunt as I sprayed warm cum into her now-cooling vagina. I pulled out, and left a white river dripping from her hole. I opened my eyes and stared into her eyes, now an endless abyss.

I scooped limp body into my arms and carried her back to where her friend laid. I looked down at the dead Indian girl, sprawled out on the ground, her legs open with the piss-soaked crotch looking straight at me. Her eyes, as vacant as Christina’s, looked into the sky, and her mouth hung open permanently. Her death was unfortunate, a punishment for hanging around the wrong person at the wrong time.

“Well,” I muttered, “I suppose it would be even more unfortunate to let such a lovely thing go to waste.”

I placed Christina’s body on the ground. I kicked off my boots and then removed my pants and underwear, tossing them aside. I kneeled down next to Ambika and started ripping her clothes off. I laid her naked body back down, and marveled at the firm round tits and brown, puffy, nipples, and then salivated at the sight of her plump and smooth cunt, glistening in the evening sun.

“So perfect,” I whispered and pulled her face towards mine.

My lips locked were her lips, and I kissed; sucked the remaining breath from her mouth and explored it with my tongue. Then, kissing her dark skin every inch of the way, I moved down her chin and neck, and then puckered my lips around her right nipple. My tongue danced around the tip while I suckled, and then repeated the process with her other breast.

I moved down to her pussy, kissing her belly along the way, until my lips touched her labia. My tongue slipped out and brushed her slit, taking in her bitter sweet flavors. I parted her pussy lips and took a big whiff, then dove in. I licked her hole, sucked and nibbled her clit and labia, until she was completely drenched and I was out of breath. My fingers stretched her hole as much as possible while I licked deeper. When I pulled back, strings of saliva and cunt juice dripped from my mouth.

Satisfied with my first taste of pussy, I mounted her corpse and penetrated her dead virgin pussy. Blood trickled down my shaft as I broke her hymen, but I didn’t care. That amazing sensation built up in my groin, faster than ever—faster than even my time with Christina—and soon I climaxed again; cum filled Ambika’s pussy, as I howled into the sky. When I was finished, I sat back and watched my seed spill from her brown hole. I was satisfied, but not finished.

I removed Christina’s skirt, and placed Ambika’s glasses back on her face, then laid both girls next to each other. I was somewhat immature, so naturally I arranged it so Christina’s index finger was on Ambika’s crotch, and Ambika’s hand was on Christina’s. Then I pulled out my phone and took several photos, from every angle. With that done, I dragged both girls under the stairs.

Hours later, I found their phones amongst their belongings. I transferred the images to their phones and accessed their social media accounts. I uploaded the images, and tagged as many people on their friends list as possible. Police eventually found me around dawn; I was sleeping, using Christina’s body as a pillow, while my dick rested inside of Ambika’s mouth.


At least he was happy! This reminded me of one of my fav serial killers Tsutomu Miyazaki.I think the police would have had hard time finding him if he just mailed the photos to her family or whatever.Anyways great story, looking forward to read more!


A story with a strong plot, I loved it, don't stop you are making something very good here for the guro community!


Pls write more stories with families wasted!


Yes, that's what we need! More family fun!


Is this1 dead? I think the stories were awesome!


The Daughter Executions Tween

Note: This story is based on the Daughter Executions video by PKF Studios. However, unlike those videos, the victims in this story are much younger.

In July of 2019, eight children, all girls, went missing from an elementary school in a wealthy district near Seattle, Washington. In September, their bodies were found in an abandoned apartment, along those of three teens slightly older than them, a boy and two girls, as well as the body of a woman in her mid-30’s. Days prior to the discovery of their bodies, flash drives containing video recordings and images of each girl’s murder, were sent, via mail, to the parents and guardians of the missing children.

A large master bedroom came into view, empty, save for a single queen-size mattress situated in the middle of the room. Standing against the wall on the right end of the room, next to a wooden door, was a boy, later identified as fifteen-year-old Richard Norris. He was skinny, short black hair, wearing a camo muscle shirt and grey baggy pants. He clutched a 9mm pistol in his right hand.

“We’re ready,” a deep male voice shouted from behind the camera.

Seconds later, the door opened. A girl, with curly bright-red hair to her waist, a white t-shirt, khakis, and flip-flops, walked, arms gripped by two older girls, through the doorway. She was identified as Amber Finnegan, age eleven. The girls who forced her through, were twin sisters of fourteen years; Ellie and Jade Norris. They both had jet-black hair, although, Jade’s fell to her hips, while Ellie’s stopped just below her shoulders. They sported cropped tank tops, black for Ellie, white for Paige, and matching purple miniskirts, with knee-high socks and black shoes. Behind them, was a woman, clutching another camera; their mother. Renee Norris was thirty-four, black hair tied in a bun, wearing a low-cut white blouse, and pink cargo shorts.

The twins escorted Amber to the bed.

“Get on your knees,” Ellie said, as she and her sister forced her down.

“What’s going on?” Amber asked, looking around the room with a dazed expression.

“Just shut up, and don’t ask questions.” Renee demanded. She looked towards the camera. “Make the call.”

The sound of a phone dialing emanated from behind the camera, then the man spoke again

“Hello, Misses Finnegan… You’d be interested to know that I have your daughter with me… Yes. We have your Amber… We’ll give her back, we just need a million dollars… You don’t have that kind of money… I thought you was rich? Ah, so you’re well off, but not that well off… Then I guess you’ll be glad to have one less mouth to feed… No, fifty grand will not be enough… You might be able to buy your daughter’s pussy…”

He ended the call.

“Do it,” he said.

Renee nodded and pointed at Richard. Richard walked over to the bed and pointed the gun at Amber.

Amber screamed “Wait, Richard! What are you doing? Rich-”

A shot rang out. Blood sprayed from a newly-formed hole in Amber’s forehead, as she collapsed back on the bed. A damp spot formed in the crotch of her khakis, and piss spilled out over the mattress.

“Strip her! Girls, go bring in the next one.”

Ellie and Jade ran out of the room, closing the door behind them, while Richard started removing Amber’s clothes. He first removed her shirt, revealing her flat chest, and tiny, mosquito bite nipples. Her khakis followed, then he ripped the piss-soaked panties, and sniffed the slit of her prepubescent pussy as he exposed it to everyone in the room.

Renee shook her head. “Sex addiction runs in the family.” She brushed him aside and started taking photos of the child’s nude corpse. She and Richard lifted the body and laid her body along the wall.

“Alright, next!” Renee shouted.

Minutes later, the twins returned escorting another girl into the room. She was Miranda Vincent, just turned twelve. She had chestnut-brown hair, with streaks of green, worn in pigtails which fell to her shoulders. Her outfit was a white button-up shirt and checkered skirt, with white ankle socks and black dress shoes.

“Amber!” Miranda screamed. She attempted to pull away, but the twins gripped her tightly and pulled her to the mattress. They forced her to her knees, facing the camera, and held her tightly as she continued to struggle.

“Settle down,” Jade ordered.

“But, Amber is bleeding. There’s blood coming out of her head! We need to help-”

Renee slapped her across the face. “Just shut up and calm down. It’s too late to help Amber, anyways. She’s dead.”

“No answer,” the man spoke up.

“Looks like you are, too,” she said as Richard raised the gun.

“What? No! Please!”

Another shot rang out, and Miranda tumbled back, blood gushing from a hole in the center of her forehead, and rolled onto the floor. A yellow puddle pooled around her pelvis and thighs, into the fabric of her clothes, and into the carpet.

Ellie and Jade exited the room again. Richard opened her top, exposing a small yet budding pair of breasts, and removed her skirt. He tore off another piss-soaked panties, and repeated the process of sniffing her dead pussy before being shoved off by his mother.

The twins emerged again, hauling another victim. This one, a ten-year-old girl of East Asian descent. Her name was later determined to be Melissa Nguyen. Jet black hair, braided into a ponytail that fell to her buttocks, wearing a blue sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, and dark-blue tennis shoes. Her eyes immediately widened at the sight of the two dead girls stacked against the wall as she entered.

“You struggle, and you will end up like them,” Renee said darkly.

“Please don’t kill me. I’ll do whatever you like.”

“Then get on your knees and wait,” Ellie said as she and her sister forced the tween onto the mattress. The Asian grimaced, clearly unnerved by the sloshing sounds as she kneeled down.

A few moments later, the man spoke. “Her grandmother didn’t pick up.”

“My nanny can’t hear very well. If you leave a message, my older sister can call you back.”

“Sorry, but I don’t have time to wait. Richard.”

Richard nodded and raised the gun.

“No! Please don’t kill me! Just wait for my sister! Please—” damp spot appeared in the crotch of her pants, and quickly cascaded down her legs in branching rivers, and pooled into a yellow puddle around her knees. Melissa opened her mouth again, just as Richard pulled the trigger. Whatever her next words were going to be were lost as a mist of blood, bone fragments, and brain tissue, erupted from the center of her forehead. She tumbled backwards, her brown eyes now vacant as they gazed at the ceiling.

“Strip her,” Renee ordered.

Richard did as he was told, and began to pull off her shirt as his sisters left to retrieve the next unfortunate soul. He laid her back, flat brown nipples pointing straight up, as he removed her pants.

“Nice,” he said, proudly, as he noticed there were not panties beneath her sweatpants. He sniffed another dead cunt, and moved aside while his mother took pictures.

The twins returned, holding another Asian girl. She was Jane Nguyen; the twelve-year-old sister of Melissa Nguyen. Her angelic face was nestled in a jet-black wave of hair that cascaded to her mid-waist. Her outfit was a purple dress which fell to her thighs, wireframe glasses, and dress shoes.

Upon entering, she screamed, and tried to run over to her sister. “You killed her! Melissa!”

“Settle down!” Ellie roared as she pulled Jane back, and dragged her to the mattress. “On your knees.”

“So, she’s her sister?” The man asked.

“Yeah,” Jade replied, as she tried to hold the sobbing tween in place.

“Should we even try calling her grandmother again? I’m more inclined to just have Richard kill this one and move on to the next one.”

“You can’t kill me! I can’t die yet!” Jane cried out.

The man laughed. “Why’s that?”

“I’m just a kid. I-I’m still a virgin, for crying out loud. I refuse to die without knowing what it’s like to make out with someone. I just can’t die before that”

The man laughed hard at her reply. “Of all the last words I have heard, this one will forever be one of my favorites. Richard, let’s see if she can’t die just because she’s a virgin.”

“On it,” he replied and raised the gun. She tried to say something, but he shoved the barrel into her mouth as it opened. He pulled the trigger; a spray of blood erupted from the back of her head, and her mouth filled with crimson. She fell back, her legs spread to display her white panties; which were quickly turning yellow as her bladder emptied itself.

“If there’s anymore that are sisters, bring them both in together.”

Richard quickly removed her clothes. This time, he wasn’t content with just sniffing her pussy, but stuck his tongue between her slit and licked her before her mother pushed him aside.

“Hey, all of this pussy is getting to me. I’m going to need some release before this is over.”

Renee sighed. “You can get your release once we’re done here. Business before pleasure.” She photographed the corpse and laid her next to Melissa. When Renee looked away, Richard moved Jane’s hand so that it cupped Melissa’s pussy.

An older girl, thirteen, with short bright-pink hair, was dragged in next. Kaylee Clark. She was more developed than the others, with her round orange-sized breasts poking through her flimsy blue summer dress; still no bra, indicated by her large nipples poking through. Richard’s eyes lit up. She looked around at the corpses of her classmates, but didn’t say anything as the twins forced her to the mattress.

She sat on her knees, and waited. Someone at her place picked up.

“Finally! Hello… I have your daughter, Kaylee… Yes, she’s with me… If you want her back, I need a million dollars by tonight… Well, if you don’t have the money, you don’t get your girl… Then no girl… Have a happy, child-free life.”

Richard looked at him and nodded.

“Wait! What are you going to–” Kaylee’s words were silenced, as Richard placed a round between her bright green eyes. She fell, pissing herself like the other girls who came in.

Richard ripped apart her dress, and stopped to grab her breasts. He squeezed them, and leaned forward to suck on her left nipples. Renee tapped her foot for a few minutes, then gently nudged her son in the ribs. “We gotta hurry.”

The man chuckled. “Just a few more girls left. If any survive, I’ll let you rape them before I bring her back.”

Richard grumbled, “if any survive,” and proceeded to rip her panties off. He stuck his nose to her plump labia and sniffed, before letting his mom in to take pictures.

The next girl to come in was an athletic black girl. Jenny Reeds was eleven, with short black hair tied into twin buns. She was in a blue one-piece swimsuit, with a diamond-shaped hole cut out over her stomach. As soon as she noticed the other dead girls, she started bawling.

“Oh please, don’t let me die. Lord, I wanna live.”

“Tell him to tell your parents to answer the phone and not be cheapskates.”

“Kneel on the bed, and you might just leave here alive,” Ellie said, trying to sound reassuring.

“My parents aren’t cheap. They have plenty of money. They’ll give you anything for me, they love me.”

“Let’s hope so,” the man replied.

Jenny kneeled, forced by the Norris twins, and sobbed as she waited.

The phone rang, and someone answered. “Is this the father of Jenny Reeds? Yes, I know her whereabouts… She’s right here with me, surrounded by the corpses of her classmates. If you give me a million dollars, you can have her back… If you don’t have the money, she’ll be another corpse spilling blood and piss into this carpet I’m standing on… That’s unfortunate, she’s such a lovely lady. What a waste!” He hung up. "Well, seems her parents don’t love her enough.

“No, please!” Jenny bawled. Her face contorted, and eyes clenched shut, as Richard moved the barrel closer to her forehead. He pulled the trigger, ending her cries as a bullet flew into her brain. She slumped back, and soaked her crotch and thighs with pissed as her bladder gave out.

Once again, Richard removed the clothes of a dead child. He carefully pulled her limbs from the swimsuit, then laid her naked body on the floor. After he got a whiff of another dead pussy, he let his mom in for the photoshoot.

Ellie and Jade emerged moments later, this time escorting two girls.

“You said if there were anymore sisters, we should bring them both in.”

They both kneeled next to each other on the mattress. The two were Samantha Barton, twelve, and Vanessa Barton, ten. Samantha had wavy, golden-blonde, hair, falling to her shoulders. Her outfit was a burgundy turtleneck and checkered skirt. Vanessa had short hair, dyed multiple colors, and wore a bright-red t-shirt, with a maroon vest, and dark-red shorts. Both of the girls sobbed as they entered, with Samantha’s hand wrapped tightly around Vanessa’s.

“Well, this is it. Last shot.”

“Hey! I’m the man who has your little girls… Yes, Samantha and Vanessa are right here… Their safe return depends entirely on your generous spirit… For the price of one million, you can have them back, alive and well… Seriously? I’m giving you two girls for the price of one… Well, it seems you don’t have children, either.”

Richard nodded, and aimed; first at Samantha. A shot rang out, followed moments later by another. Samantha and her sister laid on their backs, blood oozing from the newly-formed hole in their foreheads.

“Strip ’em. I’ll be waiting in the other room while you guys wrap up.”

The camera faded out, as if edited. When the scene returned, Samantha was nude, her buds pointing to the ceiling, while Richard removed her sister’s shirt. She was nude moments later, with Richard sniffing a dead cunt for the last time.

“I’ll be back. You three wait here, keep an eye on things,” Renee said as she left the room.

“Pfft! Not like they’re going to get up and walk out,” Ellie replied and sat down on the floor.

“Well, I can’t wait any longer,” Richard said and walked over to the body of Jane Nguyen. He hoisted her body, limbs and head flopping in his arms, and sat her down in the middle of the room.

“What are you doing?” Jade asked, looking at her brother with confusion.

“I’m horny. Look away if you’re uncomfortable.” Richard unzipped his pants, and pulled out his erect penis.

“Eww! She’s twelve… and, like, dead. Kinda gross.” Jade gagged.

“Hey, you was twelve when you dated Tony. He was seventeen.”

“They’re still dead,” Jade replied, shaking her head.

“Yeah, but I haven’t had any in awhile.” He thrust his penis into the Asian’s dead pussy. Blood trickled out as he broke through her hymen. “Besides, the bodies are still fresh.”

“Well, I’m not watching.” Jade turned and looked at the wall. “Ay, sis?”

Ellie just sat, still watching quietly as her brother plowed Jane’s corpse with primal pleasure.

“Ellie? You know you don’t have to watch?”

“Yeah, but I is kinda fascinating. Besides, I swing both ways, you know that. Can’t say I’m not a little aroused.”

Jade shook her head. “You’re both weirdos.”

Ellie then spread her legs, began rubbing her pussy. “Hey, Richard.”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

“I bet I can cum before you!”

“Well, I do have a headstart, but you can certainly try. If you lose, you have to lick one of the dead girls right in the pussy.”

“Alright…, But, if you lose, you have to pull your dick out in class Monday.”


Ellie plunged her fingers into her cunt, while Richard humped his dead Asian with increased ferociousness. Jade shook her head, while they grunts and moans filled the room. Richard gave out a final, howling grunt, and sprayed his seed into Jane’s corpse.

“Guess you’re not a virgin, anymore. Satisfied?” He grunted, and collapsed on top of her as he raced to catch his breath.

Ellie came minutes later, and lurched forward, her hands grabbing fingering her pussy as she milked her orgasm for all it was worth.

“I came first! That means you have to lick some dead pussy.”

Ellie groaned.

“You can lick Jane’s. I got it nice and moist for you.” He stood up, and stepped aside.

“Eww, but that has your cum in it.”

Richard made chicken noises, but Ellie walked over to Jane’s body anyways, and kneeled down, placing her lips to her pussy. She licked, slowly at first, but then began lapping it up. Richard smiled as Ellie’s tongue emerged with a glob of his cum, then grinned as she greedily slurped it down.

Richard approached Kaylee’s body, and immediately inserted his dick into her mouth. Ellie rolled her eyes, before slurping on Jane’s pussy some more.

Just as Richard began to hump Kaylee’s face, the door swung open. Renee entered the room, and stopped when she saw two of her children fucking the corpses.

“Are you two really so desperate? You’re leaving your DNA on the bodies?” She picked up Richard’s gun. She aimed it at his head, then fired. He collapsed onto Kaylee’s body, emptying his bladder into her throat.

Ellie had just a few seconds to register what was happening, before her mother put two rounds into her head. She collapsed into Jane’s pussy, spilling her bladder between her legs.

Jade stood up, shaking as she watched her sister’s lifeless body collapse. “Mom! Richard told her to do it.”

“Nobody likes a tattle-tell, sweetie.”

Jade’s eyes widened, then piss trickled down her legs as she stood, dumfounded, with her mother aiming the gun at her. Three shots rang out; two holes appeared in her left breast, and one in her right. She collapsed, while Renee slowly approached. Jade looked up, blood pooling around her, as her mom simply pointed the gun at her forehead, and fired.

“Well, now how are we going to lure children away from their school? Your kids were a key part of the fucking operation, you dumb bitch,” the man said from the hallway. Six gun shots rang out; five punched holes in her breasts, and the last entered her brain above her left eye. She collapsed, and spilled another bladder release into the carpet.

The man behind the voice was never identified.


> all of them featuring looks, but a few might have a shots or two thrown in

What does this mean?



Looks was supposed to be "lolis" and shots was "shotas", but autocorrect changed them. I didn't notice until after I posted.


Down for a request?



Sure. Though, due to recent events, it might take a few months to get to it.


Sorry I poofed for so long. Basically my requests were

A. A mob hit on a small family. Based on an RP I'd made. I'd show you the starter and you could go from there. It involves a seven year old daughter, a twelve year old son, a fifteen year old daughter, a sixteen year old daughter, and the twenty nine year old mother. With everyone getting their genitals destroyed or removed before death


B. A ground of young, African American girls get stripped and executed via pussy shots by the police. Bonus points if one is a boy and gets his dick chopped.


B is ok, but A sounds like a dream, add some mother and son incest in it too plz!




Is this ever getting done?



Going through some issues in real life, so it'll be awhile before I get to this.



I'll do option A. Not sure when I'll be done or even start, but I'll post it at some point.


I can't wait




Both stories ideas are great


Together Forever

*F-self, g-self, semi-incest, cum play/drinking, cons, suicide, shooting, bladder release*

“Angela! Hurry up in there, I don’t wanna wait much longer!”

“Almost done, mom! Can I wait until the water stops being warm?”

“Fine!” Jessica replied as she sat her wet, naked, ass next to the sink.

Jessica reaches out and grabbed the 9mm pistol sitting next to her, and looked down the barrel. “Just a little while longer,” she told the weapon that would soon end her life. “In the meantime, one more for the road…,”

She lifted one leg and thrust the barrel into her wet cunt. The bathroom was filled with her soft moans echoing off the walls. Jessica immersed herself in fantasy, and allowed her mind to replace the cold metal gun with the nice, warm, juicy cocks of every teacher she liked back in highschool. Ectasy temporarily extinguished all sentient thoughts, except those of imaginary cum filling her holes, while she screamed out her last orgasm.

Reality returned. Her prepubescent daughter now stood outside of the tub, with water dripping from the tips of her budding breasts, with an expression of surprise and intrigue on her face.

“Mom! That was… something I never expected to see.”

“Yeah, well, I needed something to do while I waited.”

“How did it feel doing it with the gun?”

“It was amazing. Now, are you ready?”

She paused for a moment. “Yes.”

“Now, I know I’ve asked this a dozen times, but are you really sure you want to go through with this?”

Angela thought about it for only a fraction of a second. “Yes, mom. I’d rather go with you to the next world than stay with my jerk of a dad in this world.”

Jessica gave her daughter a weak smile. “If that’s what you want.” She kissed Angela on the lips, then helped her daughter up, who plopped her naked ass in the sink. “So, sweetie, where do you want me to do it at?”

“Do what?” Angela tilted her head to the side.

“Shoot you. Where do you want me to shoot you? Head, heart, or stomach?”

“Hmm. Can you put it in my mouth? That way it doesn’t ruin my beautiful face.” She opened her mouth wide.

“You sure honey? It was just in my pussy.” She held it up, with the barrel still soaked in pussy juice.

“Seeing that I’m going to die a virgin, wouldn’t mind tasting someone else’s sex juices while I have a chance.”

Jessica laughed. “You really take after me, you know?”

Angela smiled. “I mean, I’d rather have cum from a cock, but I don’t mind it from another woman. I eat my own, after all.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Jessica reached over the sink and opened the medicine cabinet. From it she pulled out three viles.

“Isn’t that the medicine you keep in the freezer?”

“Yeah,” her mother laughed, “but it’s not really medicine. It’s cum. Don’t ask how I got it. I thawed it out because I was going to down them before I died, but I’ll let you have one.” She removed the lid from one of the viles. “Stick out your tongue if you want some of this.”

“’Kay,” Angela stuck out her tongue as her mother tipped the vile of cum into her mouth. The strings of white liquid poured onto her protruding tongue and slid down into her throat. When the last stringy drops poured out, she closed her mouth and held the jizz in her cheeks, sloshing it around her mouth and tongue. She opened her lips wide, showing her mom a mouth caked in white. Then she closed it again, and swallowed the glob of cum in a single loud gulp. She opened her mouth again, now empty.

Jessica laughed and shook her head. “Such a naughty girl like your mom. You don’t know how many guys would’ve loved you. I’m proud.”

“Thank you, mom! I’m ready.” Angela closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She placed two fingers in her pussy and began to masturbate.

“Honey, you don’t really have time for this.”

“I know, mom. I don’t expect to finish. I just want you to do it while I have my fingers in my pussy.”

“Very well.”

Jessica thrust the gun into her daughter’s mouth. Angela closed her lips around the barrel, while her tongue greedily licked her mom’s pussy juice from it. Angela, taking after her mother, allowed her mind to replace the gun with her gym teacher’s cock, while her mom began to count silently. 1. 2. 3. BANG! Jessica pulled the trigger.

Angela’s thoughts, memories, and gym teacher fantasies, were extinguished, as blood and chunks of her brain splattered onto the wall behind her head. Her body slumped in its’ place. Piss sprayed from her urethra, and pooled in the sink around her ass.

Jessica grabbed her viles of cum, ready to open them.

“You know what? I only want one. You can have another one, sweetie.” She opened one of the bottles and spread Angela’s labia. She dumped half of the vile of cum into her dead cunt, then the rest between her underdeveloped tits. She rubbed cum all over her daughter’s breasts and stomach. Then she opened the last vile.

Jessica sucked down the entire vile in a single gulp, then placed the barrel underneath her chin. “See you soon, Angela.” She pulled the trigger, and the world around her ceased to exist. Her body slumped down next to her daughter, while her bladder released its’ contents onto the floor.


The family genital execution is sticking in the works, but I wanted to post this short story to hold you over until it's done.


Thank you just too bad it wasn't their pussies first hehehe


If the family is surprised during a light incest foreplay-teasing you will become my favorite writer! Can't wait to see what you are cooking up! Maybe it will be ready for Xmas? ;)



Unfortunately, there isn't any consensual incest, as the family is being held captive by the mafia rather than attacked in their home. Though, I do plan to throw some forced incest between the boy and one of his sisters.


Too bad because the kidnapping theme has been used over and over to the point of becoming a common thing.But the attack on a home like the one you previosly written is a cruel novely worthy of praise.That story was perfect, how you described the murder of the twins with the tablet and the girl shot in pussy thru her hand while masturbating were real horror-literature gems.Because you have an unique style, I'm sure your upcoming story will be good, but I hope you will consider doing a surprise raid on a home with incest activity.I think from your hand it will come up great! But I am looking forward to your story, you were really missed around here, not just by me, I hope you will have the time to write more often! Cheers! :)



The kidnapping scenario isn't a fully finalized decision, and I may still have the family being murdered at home. However, I'm still keeping the incest activity in this story forced by the mobsters.

Don't worry, though, more stories with families who willingly engage in incest will come.


As for a Christmas release, I doubt it'll be done by tomorrow. I'm thinking a release closer to New Year's is more likely.

However, I may stop and write a short Christmas-themed story; I'll either post it tonight or tomorrow morning, if I write one.


"The kidnapping scenario isn't a fully finalized decision, and I may still have the family being murdered at home."
-Great, I love the suspense!

"Don't worry, though, more stories with families who willingly engage in incest will come."- I'm really glad you've considered this! You are the only one with the skills to make this very exciting!

"As for a Christmas release, I doubt it'll be done by tomorrow. I'm thinking a release closer to New Year's is more likely."

Take your time, the more time you take the more talent you pour into it!

"However, I may stop and write a short Christmas-themed story; I'll either post it tonight or tomorrow morning, if I write one."

I'll be watching your board like a hungry hawk! :)



Oh, and Merry Xmas! ^^


Sister Season

incest(brother-sister), mg, shooting, hunting, cons, necrophilia, cannibalism, bladder release.

“Merry Christmas!” Jake’s mom and dad yelled as he walked into the living room.

“Oh! Merry Christmas,” he replied cheerfully.

His father walked up and shoved a Christmas card into one of his pockets. “Don’t open that just yet.”

Mom approached with a piece of cloth in her hands and wrapped it around his head, covering his eyes.

“What are you- I can’t see.”

“We have a surprise for you. Just don’t peak or remove the blindfold until we tell you to. Okay?”

“Alright,” Jake responded, as she grabbed his arm and pulled. He followed her through the front door and to the car. He clumsily climbed into the backseat while. “Is Emily and Jane coming with us?”

“You’ll see them when you get there.”

“Oh, that’s good” he replied.

Jake’s dad drove for just over an hour before he heard the car stop, and the doors open. His mom opened the back door and guided him out. She led him through the snow, and stopped almost five minutes later.

“Alright, you can take the blindfold off.”

He removed the cloth from his face, letting it drop to the ground. The moment he took in the scenery, his jaw dropped.

Emily and Jane, Jake’s younger sisters, were there alright; Twin girls of twelve; identical, except that Emily’s hair was dyed green and red, braided into pigtails which fell to her hips, while Jane’s ponytail was her natural raven-black. More importantly, both were naked, except for their glasses, and green elf hats.

“Merry Christmas!” The girls said in unison, giggling as they ran over to their big brother and hugged him tightly. His dick immediately sprang up, pushing so hard against the fabric of his jeans that he expected to rip a hole in the crotch.

Jake tried to open his mouth to speak, but all he could do was stutter the letter “I” repeatedly.

Emily giggled and kissed her brother on the lips. He stood there for a second, before his lust took over and he locked his lips with hers’. He lifted her with his right arm, letting her plump little ass rest on his palm. His left arm wrapped around Jane’s back, and gently squeezed one of her budding, lemon-sized, breasts. Both girls broke away moments later.

“Do you like your gift so far, big brother?” Emily grinned and stood with her hands behind her back, chest thrust forward proudly.

“I love it,” Jake replied, grinning back.

“We knew you would,” Jane replied, “we’ve know you’ve had the hots for us for awhile. You’re always checking us out.”

“You’ve noticed, eh?”

“Yeah. We notice you looking down our shirts whenever we bend over in front of you.”

“Especially since that’s why we bend over in front of you a lot.”

“So, you know me walking in on you while you’re showering or using the toilet isn’t an accident?”

“It’s also not an accident that we leave the door unlocked all the time,” Jane said with a giggle.

“By the way, do you have the ticket?”


“For the rest of your gift, silly.” Emily gestured behind her.

It was then that he realized that they were standing in front of a huge log cabin, with a wooden stand in front of it, manned by an elderly gentleman who was leaning back against the wall. An assortment of guns hung from the wall, and below were shelves stocked with boxes of ammunition and other hunting supplies.

“Howdy!” The old man said in a deep, southern, accent. “Welcome to The Ultimate Game.”

“Check your pocket,” his dad spoke up. Jake pulled the Christmas card from his pocket. “Open it.”

Jake opened it. Inside was written, “Merry Sexmas,” with the signatures of his parents and sisters written below, and a sleeve containing a bright-red ticket. “The Ultimate Game” was written on it, with a barcode on the bottom.

“And, guess what the game is?” Emily blinked suggestively.

“Is it you two?”


“We know that you like hunting, and watching snuff porn. So we figured we combine the two.”

Jake smiled. “This is the best Christmas present ever!” He grabbed both of sisters and hugged them tightly, with each hand firmly on their asses. He French kissed Jane, then Emily again, and let them go.

“I suppose we should get this show on the road,” his dad said. “Give the ticket to the man. I’m sure he’s getting bored waiting.”

“Hey, I’m in no hurry. I gotta be here all day anyways, and I quite like the view here.”

Everyone laughed, as Jake approached the stand. He handed the man his ticket, who pulled out a smartphone and scanned the barcode.

“Ticket checks out. It seems that one girl is to be stuffed, while the other is to be butchered.”

“Is this right?” Jake asked, a little disappointed.

“I know you’d like to have both as sex dolls, but we thought one could be Christmas dinner. We’ll even let you have the pussy fillet,” his mom said. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Hmm. Okay,” Jake replied. “I can do that.”

“Have you decided which girl you wanna stuff?” The ticket man asked.

“Jake, it’s your decision, honey.”

He looked back at is sisters, who both stared at him with pleading eyes.

“How about, the one who survives the longest gets stuffed?”

“If that’s how you wanna do it.”

“Yeah. That’ll work.”

“Alright, I’ll put that down.” He typed something on the smartphone, then turned to grab Jake’s gear.

He placed a 9mm pistol, the holster, and a backpack on the counter. “This contains ammunition, snacks, and water.” He reached under the counter and pulled out two small red flags, with a button on the end of the pole. “When you make a kill, place this flag next to the body and press the button. A drone will collect the corpse and bring it back her, where my boys will take care of it.”

Jake nodded and grabbed his equipment.

“Also,” the man reached under the counter and pulled out a hat with a camera embedded in it, “wear this.” He pressed a button, turning on the camera, and handed it to Jake. “The hunts are streamed and uploaded to our website. Our viewers are the biggest source of income, after all.”

“Thank you,” he said as he placed the hat on his head.

“Come here,” ticket taker said as he pointed at the twins, who approached the stand. He pulled out a stopwatch. “You two get a five-minute headstart.” He started the stopwatch. The girls stood there for a few seconds.

“I’m going to be Jake’s sex doll!” Emily yelled, and ran off towards the woods.

“Oh, like hell you are!” Jane ran after her. “I’m going to be his sex doll,” she yelled as she passed her sister.

“No, he’s going to eat your pussy,” Emily yelled back, and tried to push Jane aside.

Their voices faded as they disappeared into the trees, while Jake waited. After five minutes, the watch let off a loud screech, and Jake sprinted in the same direction.

Jake ran through the woods for half an hour, following the tracks they left in the snow. He knew he would it would be easy to find his sisters, since they were never particularly good at hiding, as he found out ages ago when he played hide-and-seek with them. Then there was the fact that they always had to hide together; but, Jake knew they would turn against each other quickly if they were competing with each other, so maybe not. Jake liked a good challenge, so he kinda hoped they wouldn’t be together.

The real challenge, however, would be catching up to them in the first place. They may choose to keep running, and Jake knew they were faster than him. The fact that they always played outside barefoot, regardless of the weather, meant them being naked probably wouldn’t slow them down one bit.

Just then, a low grunt stirred Jake from his thoughts. He didn’t acknowledge it entirely, shrugging it off as the wind, but he was able to realize that the pair of tracks left by his sisters forked. One set continued in the same direction, while the other took a sharp right.

“Shit!” Jake yelled. He looked over the tracks, trying to determine which ones to follow first. Then he heard another grunt.

The sound was in the same direction as the tracks leading away from the original path.

“Aha! Gotcha!” He said to himself as he drew the gun.

The footprints were soon replaced by hand prints, and a long, continuous, trail, as if someone was dragging themselves through the snow. The trail went around a large hill, and Jake followed.

On the other side of the hill, Jane was laying on the ground with her right foot buried in the snow.

“Trying to hide in the snow?”

“No,” she grunted, “I think I sprained my ankle. It hurts really bad.”

“Well, I’m here to make it all better.” He crouched down next to his sister and caressed her face.

“You are?” She asked.

He reached down and kissed her on the lips. “I am. I’ll make the pain go away, just like that.” He snapped his fingers.

“That’s really sweet of you. I love you big bro -mmph-”

He shoved the barrel of his gun into her mouth, and her eyes widened once she realized what he meant.

“I love you too, sis.”

He pulled the trigger. Blood sprayed from the back of her head, painting the snow in a shade of crimson.

Jane’s body went limp, and here eyes stared vacantly at the sky.

“See,” he patted her on the cheek, “I made the pain go away.”

He sat, looking down at her lifeless body, until he heard water trickling. A musky smell hit his nostrils, and noticed an arc of piss squirting from her dead urethra.

He reached for one of the red flags then stopped.

“I suppose I should give you your present, first.”

He picked up Jane’s corpse and placed her on a flatter piece of terrain, then unzipped his pants. Jake mounted his dead sister and penetrated her cunt; blood poured out as he broke her hymen.

He fucked her hard and fast, stretching her underdeveloped womanhood as he penetrated her deeper with each thrust, even reaching her cervix. Jake climaxed in minutes, and his warm, sticky, seed shot into her cooling uterus. He pulled out, and watched with satisfaction as cum dripped from her labia.

“I wanted to do that for so long,” he said as he pulled one of the flags out. He activated the beacon and headed back towards the other set of footprints. “Emily, I’m coming!”

The hunt for Emily was straightforward, but lengthy. He followed her footsteps for several hours, and started to wonder just how far the hunting grounds went.

The first real panic struck him when there was, once again, two sets of footprints before him. He quickly realized that one of them was his own; the little bitch was getting him to run around in circles. “She’s better than I thought she’d be,” he muttered to himself. Sure, they weren’t actually following a straight path through the trees, but he didn’t expect to end up following his own footsteps.

Jake started down the path again, and walked for a few minutes before stopping. He had an idea, and knew it would be a huge gamble. He stepped off the trail of footprints and hid in the shadow of a tree. He pulled a pack of beef jerky, some chips, and a bottle of water from the backpack, and sat in the snow.

During his quick lunch break, Jake wondered if she would try to come this way again. That was the idea, but if he was wrong it would mean a lot of time wasted, and a lot of time for the footprints to fade. The man at the stand never said if there was a time limit, but there was no way they would let him stay out here forever; not that he’d want to. At least he got Jane, but, he would still be disappointed with failing to catch Emily; not to mention, he wouldn’t get his sex doll.

He was about to continue with the pursuit when he noticed someone approaching in the distance. Even that far away, he could tell that they were at least naked, whoever they were, with something green on their head. It had to be Emily, Jake was certain. He watched her grow closer, and tried to hide behind a tree, with his gun drawn.

Emily’s eyes immediately caught the discarded food containers near the tree.

“Damnit!” Jake muttered. Though he tried to be quiet, Emily clearly heard him, and turned towards the opposite direction.

Jake emerged from his hiding spot as she began to run, and fired six shots at her legs. She screamed and lost her footing, tumbling to the ground. She tried to push herself back up, but collapsed as she tried to stand on her left foot, screaming in agony as she once again hit the ground. Jake reached her before she could make another attempt. A faucet of blood poured from a hole just above her left ankle

“You got me. Let’s get it over with.”

He aimed the gun, but stopped.

“Wait, I should give you your present first.”

“My present?”

He unzipped his pants and slapped his hard dick against her ass.

“That present.”

“Oh! That.”

“You want it, I know you do.”

“Yes. I do want it, very much.”

“Good. Because I’m giving it to you anyways.”

He spread her thighs apart and inserted his member into her cunt. She grunted as he broke through her hymen. Emily began moaning and breathing rhythmically as her brother’s cock slid in and out of her preteen sex.

“This is really amazing!” She yelled, her voice constrained.

“Yeah it is,” Jake replied.

“I think… I think I’m about to cum!”

“So am I sis!”

He thrust harder, pounding her cervix,; both were breathing and moaning loudly as they approached climax.

“I love you big brother!” She yelled.

“You know what, ungh, happened to the last sister who, ungh, said that to me?”

“What?” She grunted as her orgasm blossomed.

His warm seed shot into her uterus as her pussy contracted around his shaft. He pointed the gun at the back of her head, and pulled the trigger; her moans of pleasure ceased as the bullet tore through her brain and exited between her eyes, splitting her glasses into two halves in the process. He continued pumping semen into her pussy as it died, and ignored the warm piss soaking his cock, as her bladder gave out. Only when every last drop of semen was pumped into her corpse did Jake pull out, and watch the puddle of cum and piss pooling between her legs.

“That’s what happened,” he said after a few minutes of catching his breath.

Jake zipped up his pants and placed another beacon next to the corpse.

Later that evening, Jake’s dad put a plate in front of him; topped with mashed potatoes and gravy, pea salad, potato salad, pasta, ham, turkey. Then, he plopped down a fillet of Jane’s pussy, battered and fried, and covered it with gravy. His dad helped himself to tenders made from her breasts, while mom ate tenders made from her thighs.

That night, Emily’s body laid next to her big brother. This would be the first of many nights of masturbating without his hands; her pussy, ass, throat, and even the bullet hole through her skull, would become his personal sperm bank for years to come.


Wonderfull, I loved the bonus story! You really are good!


I didn't realised there was so much incest and death in here! You have just become my favorite writer!


Tiss the season no? ;) I loved it! I love where the incest mixes with snuff and your style! I would love to see what an anon said previosly about an incest family attacked and I can't w8 2 read your next 1! ;)


Congratz on your nomination for Guro Story of the Year 2019! I hope you win the contest and I'm realy looking forward to read your next story!


Family Massacre

Sex Tags: Consensual Incest (brother-sister), Forced Incest (mother-daughter), Teens, Preteen, Child.

Death Tags: Shooting, Cock and Testicle Shot, Pussy Shots, Breast Shots, Stomach Shots, Head Shots, Torture.

It was New Year’s Day, and the Hendrikx family was enjoying a lovely morning in their quiet country home. Daniel was on the living room couch, with his wife, Heather, nearly asleep in his arms, as he gently caressed her long, platinum-blonde hair. Jenny, their youngest daughter—a bright seven-year-old who was a spitting image of her mom—was happily sitting on the floor, watching Frozen. Lisa, their eldest daughter, sat on the recliner with her phone; chatting and, when she was sure her father wasn’t looking, she aimed the camera down her low-cut shirt and sent her boyfriend a shot of her ample cleavage. Their fifteen-year-old daughter and twelve-year-old son were still upstairs: presumably asleep.

A sudden crash at the front door startled the relaxed household. Jenny looked up towards the walkway leading to the main hallway, and Lisa dropped her phone between her tits.

“Wha-what the hell was that?” Heather sat up as her husband got up off the couch.

Another loud crash hit the door, quickly followed by a third. The fourth crash was accompanied by the sound of wood being splintered, and the door slamming into the wall. Before Daniel could reach the hallway, six masked men entered the living room, five of them armed with assault rifles.

“Heather! Take the girls and run out of the back door! Hurry!”

Heather, with tears streaming from her eyes, rushes to Jenny and grabs her by the arm. One of the men fires, hitting the wooden floor near Jenny’s feet. They both screamed and stopped where they were.

“Stay right there! Move and you die.”

Another man pointed the gun at Lisa as she tried to get out of the chair; she immediately sat back down, with her arms in front of her.

“Go sit on the couch, Daniel. Or I’ll fill your daughter’s big titties full of lead.”

Daniel backed and sat back down. “Look! I know why you’re here. Just don’t hurt my family and I’ll give you what you want.”

“That’s something I highly doubt.”

Heather glared at Daniel. “Why are these men here pointing guns at me and my daughters?”

“I, uhm—”

“You’ll find out in a few minutes,” the unarmed intruder replied. “For now,” he waved his gun at Heather and Jenny, “I want you ladies to strip for us.”


“Start removing your clothes, bitch. Now!” He pulled a camcorder from behind his coat and started recording.

Heather looked at him for a second, then at Jenny. She looks back at Lisa, and her mouth opened when she saw her oldest daughter was already lifting her shirt over her head. Lisa never wore a bra, so her tits bounced right out as she tossed it to the side. Heather understood that this was a life-or-death situation, but she really wished Lisa would show some embarrassment about having to take off her clothes like this in front of her family, and armed strangers with a camera. Lisa continued, without hesitation, as she shoved her skirt and panties to the floor, and kicked them to the side. She sat back down, with her legs open to give everyone a full view of her shaved pussy. Then, to everyone’s surprise, Lisa stuck her finger in her pussy and started masturbating.

“Lisa!” Daniel and Heather screamed simultaneously.

“Hey, I’m trying to convince them not to shoot us. They want a show so I’m going to give it to them.”

“What kind of message are you sending your little sister—”

“Just shut up lady and start removing your clothes. You too, little girl.”

“But mommy says I should only take my clothes off when I take a bath or change clothes.”

“Sweetie,” Heather bent down and stroked her daughter’s head, “I know I did say that, but I want you to get naked in the living room just this once. Okay?”

“But, I thought—”

“No buts, sweetie. Just take those clothes of for mommy so those men won’t hurt us. Okay?”

Jenny pouted her lips, but nervously started to lift the shirt up over her head.

“I’ll even do it with you,” Heather said as she lowered the straps of her dress and allowed it to fall to her waist. She unfastened her bra later, letting her big titties be exposed to the intruders and their camera. Jenny, feeling more confident now that everyone else was doing it, threw her shirt off, and shivered as the cool air brushed over her flat chest and tiny nipples.

Jenny continued to undress, pushing her shorts down to her ankles, and then her panties. Heather removed her own panties, and stood next her daughter as the camera recorded their bare pussies.

“Do I have to poke my pee hole like sissy?”

“No honey, you don’t have to—”

“Actually,” the cameraman interrupted, “I’d like to see you eating your little girl’s pussy.”

“You can’t actually expect me to—”

“Heather, just do it,” Daniel demanded. His wife gave him the look of death, while he just looked at her with a look of defeat in his eyes. “I know you don’t want to, but we’re all going to die if we don’t do as they say.”

“Listen to your husband, ma’am. Lick your daughter’s pussy, unless you want to watch me and my men fill both of your daughters full of bullets right now.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but closed and turned towards Jenny. Heather crouched down and placed her lips up to her daughter’s slit. “Sweetie, I’m sorry,” she says while wiping tears from her eyes.

“Will it hurt?” Jenny asked as her mom’s tongue slowly snaked towards her hole.

“It might at first, but afterwards it can start to feel pretty good.”

“Oh, that’s—”

Jenny inhaled sharply as her mother’s tongue flicked across her girlhood. Though her mother was slow at first, Jenny soon started moan softly.

“This is good so far, but there’s supposed to be another teenage girl and a preteen boy.” The cameraman pointed to two of his crew members. “I want you to search the upstairs bedroom. Bring them down here once you find them.”

“Right, boss!”

They rushed out of the living room and up the stairs. Heather continued eating out Jenny, and Lisa was slowly rubbing her way to what could very well be her last orgasm.

Since early that morning, Kayleigh was in her little brother’s room.

Albert had just turned twelve, and was starting to discover his sexuality. Two weeks earlier, Kayleigh walked in on him jacking off. Kayleigh was surprised, but quickly apologized once she realized that she walked into his bedroom by mistake. She was about to leave, when the tablet slipped out of his hand and she saw what he was masturbating to: pictures of her.

Shame welled up, and he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it: Kayleigh was a hot fifteen-year-old. She didn’t dress like a total slut like Lisa; she was more of a total nerd, who always wore a sweater over a t-shirt and sweatpants, regardless of the weather, and thick glasses like her dad. Still, she inherited the big tits her mom and older sister had, which protruded quite prominently, even through her thick layers of clothes. She also had the family’s platinum hair, long and usually braided into pigtails. Plus, Albert was into dorky chicks; even if he would deny it.

Much to his surprise, Kayleigh wasn’t mad. When she saw how frightened he was, she told him that what he did was completely natural. To add to Albert’s surprise and bewilderment, she kissed him on the lips and told him that, as a Christmas gift, she would help him overcome his shame.

Like a good sister, she snuck into his room on Christmas. She kissed him again, and she even let him touch her breasts, through the fabric of the sweater. When it came time to go further, however, and he went to pull out his cock, he panicked. She eventually left, disappointed. The next morning, she came in again, and the same thing happened. Every morning was the same, and he knew she would eventually give up. Then, as the year came to a close, he got a brilliant idea.

On New Year’s Day, Kayleigh crept into his room while everyone else was downstairs. The first difference, she noticed, is that he was already naked; his dick, already standing erect in anticipation, nearly took her by surprise as she entered the room.

“Morning!” She gently closed the door behind her and approached the bed.

“Hey,” he replied, and waved nervously as she came closer. She sat down next to him, and Albert’s body semmed to literally freeze up. She grabbed his cock and started caressing the staff.

“Do you like this?” She asked, and then gently pressed her thumb into the tip.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Good,” she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He started to relax, and even kissed her back.

“Can I see your… uhm, your”

“Huh?” She asked and he pointed at her chest. “Oh, my tits. Sure.” Kayleigh took off her sweater and tossed it to the side, and she felt her brother’s cock swell a little as her titties plopped back down beneath her Pokemon shirt. Then she removed that, followed by her bra; Albert became more aroused as each layer of clothing was removed. He thought he was going to shoot his load the moment her bare tits bounced out in front of him, especially when she leaned forward to give him another kiss. He hugged her tightly, pressing his chest against hers’, as their tongues danced.

“You are so beautiful, Kayleigh,” he said as she pulled away.

“Thank you,” she replied sweetly. He reached out with his hands and hesitated for a moment. “You can touch them if you want.” Albert finally grabbed her breasts, each palm covering her puffy areolas, and squeezed his fingers into her firm tits.

He then leaned forward against her right breast, moving his hand aside; much to the surprise of him and his sister, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and began to suck on it. Kayleigh started to moan, and caressed the back of her brother’s head, pulling it against her breast even more. She let him suck on her got for a few minutes, then stopped him.

“The other one, now.”

Albert didn’t hesitate, and started sucking on her left nipple. This time he used his teeth, switching from gently nibbling her hard nipple and sucking. She let this go on for a few more minutes before pulling away. He groaned in frustration.

“Don’t worry, I think you’re going to like what comes next.”

A series of loud crashes from downstairs startled him. “What the hell?”

She pushed him back down as he tried to get up. “Don’t worry about it, little brother. Probably Lisa getting mad and storming out of the house again. You should focus on this.”

When he saw he moving towards his crotch, running her soft fingers down his belly as she did, he knew she was right. Kayleigh first kissed the tip of his rock-hard cock, gently nibbled on it for a few seconds, before taking the entire shaft into her mouth.

Albert started to groan loudly as his big sister sucked his cock. He was so horny that it didn’t take long for him to cum; just a few minutes of Kayleigh’s warm, moist, mouth sliding up and down his member, and his seed started squirting into her mouth like a volcano.

Just then, the door swung open and two masked men carrying guns entered the room. Kayleigh pulled away the moment she heard the door crashing open, and caught the rest of her brother’s ejaculation on her face. She had to wipe cum from her glasses just to see the intruders; she and Albert both screamed.

“What the hell I going on here?” One of the men shouted.

Kayleigh grabbed her brother’s blanket and tried to pull it over them, but one of the intruders pulled it away from her.

“Get the fuck up,” he shouted, waving the gun at them.

Kayleigh got out of the bed and slowly backed up to the closet door.

“Don’t back up. You’re both coming to join the rest of your family downstairs.”

“Not here to judge, but I need to know if you two are Daniel’s other two kids?”

She hesitated for a moment.

“You better answer me. If you’re his kids, you’re going to go downstairs. If either one of you is just a guest, we’ll gun you down right now; we don’t let witnesses live.”

Kayleigh nodded shamefully in confirmation. “We’re his kids.”

The man just laughed. “Then come down here with us. Now!”

Albert and Kayleigh reached for their clothes.

“Don’t bother getting dressed. In fact,” he aimed his gun at Kayleigh, “I want you to remove the rest of your clothes off.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’ve already seen your tits. Is it really that much harder for you to show me your cunt? I mean, it can’t be harder than taking a couple of bullets.”

Tears started to well up in Kayleigh’s eyes, but she pushed her sweatpants off without protest, then her panties. She grabbed her brother’s hand and placed it over ass cheek.

“Just to let you creeps know, this is for him more than it is for you.”

Both of the gunmen laughed. “Just get your asses downstairs, you incest birds.”

The living room was filled with the sounds of little Jenny moaning. Heather was sobbing, but she continued licking her daughter’s pussy, reassuring her that she was “sorry about this” every few minutes. Her father was crying as well, begging the men to let this stop.

Jenny hardly noticed, as her entire consciousness was focused on the intense tingling sensation that started in her crotch, and spread throughout her extremities. It was unlike anything she had ever felt in her life, and Jenny wasn’t entirely sure she hated it. The feeling was quite pleasant, just unimaginably intense. She heard a little bit about sex, by listening in on conversations, and even caught Lisa watching videos of people doing it once. Now she was starting to see why so many people liked doing it.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any more intense, Jenny started to climax. Her moans almost sounded like screams as she was consumed by her first orgasm. Her mom kept going, even as her little girl’s pussy juice squirted her in the face.

Footsteps approached from the hallway, and the two men emerged with Kayleigh and Albert in front.

“You fuckers raped my daughter?” Daniel bellowed, noticing the cum still dripping Kayleigh’s face.

“Hey, what gives,” the cameraman growled as he turned to his henchmen, “we ain’t supposed to leave anything containing our DNA, you moron!”

“Woah, chill down boss! We didn’t touch the little whore.”

The other one patted Albert on the shoulder. “She was sucking this little fucker’s cock when we got up there.”

“Was this true?” Daniel gave his son and daughter a fierce glare as he asked.

They looked away, ashamed, as they replied, “yes,” in unison.

“We’re going to discuss this when and if we get through this situation.”

“About that,” the cameraman interrupted," I think it’s time we discussed our business. You know why we’re here, so why don’t you tell your beautiful family?"

“Daniel! Why are these men here?”

Daniel’s eyes shifted from his wife’s gaze as he opened his quivering lips. “I… I,” he slid off the couch and started bawling on the floor, “I borrowed five-hundred grand from the mafia about ten years ago. I needed it to get our lives in order. I used it to open the restaurant.”

“And we’re here to collect what he owes us. By any means necessary.”

“Look, business has been slow here lately. Just tell your boss I’ll pay him back. I just need more time.”

“Boss said time’s up. If you don’t have the money, we’re going to repo this wonderful life you’ve created for your family.”

“Please don’t hurt them! Just burn down the restaurant if you need to send me a message.”

“Your restaurant has insurance, so it wouldn’t be much of a loss for you. I’m going to start by making sure your family name will not be passed down.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at Albert.

Before Daniel could ask what he meant, one of the gunmen aimed his gun at Albert’s crotch and opened fire. Twelve rounds blasted his cock and balls into bloody chunks. Albert, Kayleigh, Heather, and Daniel screamed, while Jenny buried her face between her mom’s breasts and started sobbing. Kayleigh caught her brother before he collapsed to the ground, and lifted him into her arms. As he laid screaming in her arms, she tried to reassure him, through tears in her eyes, that he would be okay.

The boss snapped his fingers again, and the gunman fired another dozen bullets into her pussy. Kayleigh screamed and fell to the floor, her brother on top of her with his head buried in her cleavage. They both laid on the ground, writhing as they clutched what remained of their blood-gushing genitals.

“That’s enough!” Daniel raised himself from the ground and lunged at the men. They turned their guns and fired a barrage of bullets into his knee caps. He fell to the floor in a cry of pain, while two of the assailants forced him back onto the couch.

“Next one!” He snapped and pointed at Lisa, who immediately started rubbing her wet pussy faster.

“Please don’t shoot me! Please! I’m so close to cumming! At least let me cum before you—”

Two of the men emptied their gun into her crotch, destroying her pussy along with her right hand. Lisa screamed, looking at the blood-spurting stump where her right hand used to be, while clutching the fountain of blood that was, just moments ago, her pussy.

“Get the little one next!”

“No! I won’t let you!” Heather crouched over Jenny, blocking any clear shot they would’ve had of her daughter. Two of the men grabbed her arms and pulled her, kicking and screaming, away from Jenny, and forced her onto the couch, next to her husband.

Jenny tried to run, but one of them kicked her down. She went sprawling, legs wide open, into the TV stand. Before she could close her legs, the man ruined her seven-year-old pussy with another barrage of bullets. She kicked and screamed while the gunmen turned towards the only intact vagina in the house.

The two holding Heather forced her legs apart. She started pissing on the floor as one of the assailants aimed his gun at her crotch. He opened fire, and he emptied his clip into Heather’s cunt, destroying her womanhood in a fountain of blood.

Daniel tried to bury his tear-filled eyes in his hands, but the agonized wailing of his wife and kids as they clutched what remained of their genitals overwhelmed him. Meanwhile, the men responsible reloaded their guns, to complete his loss.

“Alright boys, let’s end their suffering.”

They took aim with their guns, while their boss aimed his camera.

Kayleigh and Albert were the first to be finished off. A barrage of bullets went through and around Albert’s head, shredding his brains and her tits at the same time, and destroying her heart and lungs. Kayleigh sputtered, coughed up several chunks of blood, then stopped moving.

Next was Jenny, who screamed louder as a henchmen pointed a gun at her stomach. Her body danced wildly as fifteen rounds of hot lead tore through her intestines. He moved the gun upwards, putting three into her heart, two in the throat, before the final one went through her nose, and emerged through the back of her head with a spray of brain and skull fragments.

Lisa held her arms in front as two of them aimed their guns at her. She opened her mouth to protest, but they opened fire before she could utter a word. Another perfect chest was ruined as they literally emptied sixty bullets into her melons. Her screams were replaced with raspy attempts to draw air into her shredded lungs. They reloaded their guns, but let her continue suffocating in agony.

Heather watched with horror as the gunmen turned their weapons towards her. Instead of attempting to flee or get for her life, she simply opened her legs and held her arms down by her side, opening herself up to their barrage. She would be with her babies soon.

They all opened fire simultaneously, and over a hundred bullets ripped through her body. Most riddled her breasts and stomach, but they placed quite a few in her arms, legs, and throat; they even put a few more in her pussy. By the time it ended, everything below her chin looked like Swiss cheese, with blood gushing from every hole. He head slumped to the side, with blood dripping from her lips, and a vacant gaze in her eyes.

The only ones still alive was Daniel and Lisa. Lisa stopped trying to draw breath, but her body continued to twitch. The boss, ready to move on, pulled a pistol from his coat, walked over to the dying teen, and placed a bullet between her eyes. Lisa’s body went still, and the only sound left was Daniel sobbing on the couch.

The man turned off the camera, then pulled an old-school flip phone out of his pocket and called his boss.

“Yes, it’s been done… His entire family; wife and kids… Alright, will tell him boss.”

He approached Daniel and slapped him on the shoulder.

“You’re a lucky man! Boss said you get to live a little while longer. He’s giving you ten more years to pay him back. If you don’t want us paying your sister’s family a visit, however, I’d recommend you pay him back in eight years.”


Perfect! This is your greatest story to date! I liked everything about it, the story , the chars and ofc the brother-sister sub-plot and the sexual tension it created was the final ingredient that made this story great.I hope we will see more like this in the future, maybe with full-incest families! I am going to nominate this one!


Realy great story


Awesome! and the scene where the thugs break in the room just when the brother was cumming in his sister mouth is priceless!


Oh fuck yes! I loved it. Would love a sequel story where maybe Daniel enjoyed it a bit, and defaults again. Causing them to pay the sister a visit with pistols~


Best story i've read in a while, this deserves to win the gurochan award!

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