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 No.16629

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.

 No.16636

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

 No.16639

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.

 No.16752

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

 No.16756

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

 No.16758

Post more like this! Thnks!

 No.16759

Gr8 stuff m8! More pls!

 No.16762

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

 No.16770

Bump!

 No.16771

More please. Mom shooting daughters pussy

 No.16776

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

 No.16781

Bump!

 No.16785

>>16781
Spamming the thread won't make OP write stories any faster, jackass.

 No.16787

This is like KC the lit version!

 No.16791

Shota snuff?

 No.16792

>>16791

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.

 No.16793

KC?

 No.16794

>>16792
I love it when you did the bro and sis, perhaps a shota with his mom in the future?
>>16793
KC- the famous (KC)Killing Children, these stories give a similar feel!

 No.16796

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… :/

 No.16797

>>16794
Where can I find these stories? I'm intrigued

 No.16801

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! ;)

 No.16821

The most awesome thread in the galaxy!

 No.16835

Loved them, more pls!

 No.16907

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.17017

No more stories?

 No.17021

>>17017

I will post a new one tomorrow.

 No.17036

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!

 No.17041

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.

 No.17045

>>17041
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!

 No.17047

>>17041
A story with a strong plot, I loved it, don't stop you are making something very good here for the guro community!

 No.17071

Pls write more stories with families wasted!

 No.17073

>>17071
Yes, that's what we need! More family fun!



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