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Since I have several short stories to share, I prefer to create a single thread. There will be a lot of stabbing, some shooting and strangling. Non-cons, female victims (not pre-teens), usually realistic. Rape sometimes, depends on the story. No cannibalism, crushing or extreme torture, they are not for me.

I hope you like my story, please skip over grammatical errors, I'm not english. However, advice on language and writing is welcome.

I prefer skip tag on the single stories to keep a little surprise (if you prefer otherwise, let me know)

Stories coming up!


Rewritten with the help of Squunch

Kim's Last Night

Kim was a lonely girl, pale skin, long brown hair and big blue eyes. She was 21 years old, she liked to read: books, manga, comics, anything was right for her. Unfortunately, her peers didn't share her weakness for reading so she hadn’t any friends. For this reason, when Monika, the newcomer girl, proposed her a girls-night-in at her home, Kim accepted immediately.

Monika was a beautiful girl, black hair down to her shoulders, fringe. She approached Kim apparently without reason. She was also passionate about books, in a few days they became friends.

Evening started with a pizza at Monika’s home, they were alone. Kim wore a dark green t-shirt, very large for her. It was a warm night and she didn't wear trousers, only a pair of underwear hidden under the shirt. Monika wore a light pajamas, light pink which highlights a shapely body. The two girls chatted all evening, they watched a film on Netflix, Monika showed her friends her library, she read her an excerpt of "Rant", of Chuck Palahniuk, her favourite book. the evening passed pleasantly, the two girls joked, ate and drank a little. Kim felt she had finally found a friend!
It was the one o’clock, Kim was beginning to be tired. She looked around but Monika was not there, maybe she was in the kitchen. She got up to go to the bathroom. The door was at the end of the corridor, she walked humming a tune. She was almost at the door when Monika came out from an adjacent room and rushed against her banging her against the wall. Kim felt a severe pain in the stomach. The other girl stepped back, Kim felt something get out of her abdomen, she didn't understand what it was until she saw Monika with a long knife stained with blood in hand. Monika laughed. The left hand was in her pants moving slowly. Kim looked down, she saw blood, a lot of blood, a deep wound in her flesh. The girl trembled, mouth and eyes wide open, looking at who she thought was a friend.

“Beautiful! Very beautiful! The knife that penetrates the flesh! What a feeling, Kim! You should see your face!”

“Please, you do…”

“Aw, sorry! I forgot something!” she hit her again, a deep stab above the right breast. Kim was terrified, she couldn't hold back the pee and a warm trail runs down her leg. She wanted to move but the pain was too much and she slide along the wall onto the ground. Monika watched her breathing with difficulty continuing to masturbate. She sat next to her, almost tenderly, she caressed her hair, looked at the wounds with a curious air. Kim couldn't believe it, she was dying and her friend looked her aroused. Monika watched the wall behind her victim "No blood on the wall. I have not sunk enough. What a pity. I like it."

“Monika, call an ambulance ple…”

The soon-to-be killer slipped two fingers in the stomach wound, Kim tried to scream but what came out was more like a gurgle. Monika brought her blood-stained fingers back in her underwear “I beg…” another gurgle, a bubble of blood exploded from her lips, Monika panted more and more excited, she had the knife in hand again.

On the ground blood mixed with urine, Kim was getting weaker and weaker. Monika accelerated the rhythm, she felt the orgasm was near. Another lunge in the stomach and the girl came, screaming with pleasure, continuing to stab her victim, dirtying everywhere with blood. After not less than ten stabs, Monika stopped, caught her breath, the knife still stuck in Kim's side. The poor girl had cuts every, defense wounds on her arms, a lot of wounds in the chest and abdomen. Monika staggered to her feet, still shaken by the orgasm, a wide smile on her face.

“It's a shame you can't try it sweetheart. It’s… heavenly!”

Kim no longer had the strength to respond her. She was choking in her own blood, her lungs full of liquid, her eyes wandering aimlessly. She remained alive for several minutes, spitting and gasping until she bent her head forward with a last gurgle.

Monika stood for a while looking at her work. Her first murder. Still aroused she went to bed. She would take care of the cleaning the next day.


Interruption of Studies

“Hurry up Lu or we’ll miss the train”

Michela was 19yo, long hair, auburn, with a single blonde lock. She wore a green sweater and a white jacket. Lucia plodded behind her, shorter than her friend, black bobbed hair, a nice round face, a black coat closed with a zip. They were at the train station, it was october, both had just begun the university. Best friends since middle school, they attended high school together and finally they enrolled at the same university. Both had a handbag with a couple of recently started notebooks.

“We're on time, don't get upset!”

“Get a move on!”

“Otherwise we don’t get the nice assistant of the first hour, don’t we?”

Michela turned away pretending to be scandalized “How dare you?”

“Come on, here we go” they stamped the ticket and walked calmly towards their train, a few dozen meters ahead.

“So, I was telling you” Luisa said “We were at Mauro's when, around eleven, Mirco entered, drunk. You had to see how he staggered! And nothing, practically he was with his pants down, the broken belt or whatever”

“Why wasn’t I there?” Michela said, laughing.

Neither of the two girls noticed it, but two figures come out of an alley, black sweatshirts and hood.

“He held his pants with two hands and asked Mauro, peacefully Can I have a beer?”

Michela laughed “Poor guy, it's getting worse!”

“And then Mauro said…>

From behind, an hand tapped Lucia’s mouth, she raised her hands to defend herself but a long kitchen knife penetrated her stomach. The other man took Michela for her hairs and cut her throat, then threw her to the ground face forward. The first man hit fast, Lucia was stabbed four more times; Michela was turned on her back “Wait, wait…” she gurgled something before the blade sank two times in her left breast. With an hand on her throat and the another one that tried to defend her, Michela could not offer real resistance, another deep blow reached her at the stomach.

Tufts of bloody feathers came out of Lucia’s coat while the stabs piled up. Eyes wide open, she can’t react, she was thrown to the ground. The two girls were lying on the floor, stained with blood, agonizing, the two men threw themselves back on them hitting them without stopping. Two stabs at Lucia’s throat, other lunges to her chest, Michela received several stabs at the groin and at the chest, three at the abdomen. Satisfied, the two attackers looked around and ran away after taking some bills from the two girls' wallets. Not a lot, maybe one hundred euros.

Everything lasted less than a minute, the few people who were at the station rushed to help but it was too late. The two young women were dead, slaughtered without a reason. They were lying in a lake of blood, with their handbags, notes and hopes.


One Less Witch in the World

Marta was 16 yo, brown curly hair, a pair of jeans and a light blue sweater. She was home alone, her parents were at work and she had recently returned from school. She was in the living room, lying on the sofa, tv on, cell phone in hand. She didn't notice that someone had entered the house. A man entered in the living room and pointed a gun at her and shouting:

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" He was about 30 yo but he showed more, eyes wide with anger, ripped clothes.

Marta, surprised, raised her hands in surrender.

"STAND UP!" She obeyed trembling "Tell me what the fuck are you doing in my house!"

"Thi… this is my house, I live here…"


The man hit the girl with a slap throwing her to the ground. He bowed on her, pressing the gun again her chest.

"They sent you, right? You are here to kill me, right?"

The girl tried to get away by crawling but the man didn't let her go.

"Please, I don't want to hurt you, I don't know what are you talking about!"

"You are a lying whore!"

He pressed the trigger but there was only a click.

"Shit, it's unloaded!"

To Marta, that second lasted an eternity: he would have shot her! The gun was unloaded only for a miracle! Terrified, she could not hold the pee and dark stain began to widen in her pants. Seeing him distracted with the magazine, Marta got up and ran to the door as fast as she could. The man swore and ran to catch her. The girl arrived just a meter from the door when his arm clung around her neck.

"Where are you going, bitch?" He dragged her again in the living room and throw her to the ground.

"I don't know what you did to my gun, you were good but no more jokes" he pointed the gun to her head "How many are you? I know you are hunting me, I killed another one just yesterday. You won't put me back in, I guarantee you"

"Please, I don't know what are you talking about, you are wrong, I don't wanna die!"

He laughed "Do you think you are so smart? So why are you in my house?"

He grabbed her neck with one hand and began to squeeze it, she felt out of breath.

"I know what you do to the people, I saw your labs, your factories! You hide in the crowd but I can see you, do you know? I can recognize you! For this reason I can stop you, for this reason you can't win!"

Marta was in panic, she tried to loosen the grip on her neck, even with both hands she failed to win the man's strength.

"Do you know why am I saying you this? Because you can't tell it to anyone!"

He pressed the gun against her stomach, Marta hit him with weak fists, the face red with fear.

"Oh, are you afraid? Then you also have feelings, I didn't expect it"

A loud bang, the slug entered the girl's body leaving behind a bleeding wound. Immediately after, a second shot. A smile showed on the man's face. Marta is shattered. In shock she stopped hitting him.

"I bet it hurts. Do you know how much you hurt me with your experiments?"

"I… I don't know what… are you talking about" Marta managed to say pressing the hands against the wounds.

He got up from the ground, she looked at her blood-stained hands, she looked at her sweater, now dark red. He paced back and forth, chuckling; he laughed watching the girl agonizing, then he threw himself on her trying to take off her clothes. She screamed and fought with all the force she had, he panted trying to tear her sweater, she pointed to his face and hair. The man, furious, grabbed both her hands in a grip, she screamed for the pain, he raised her hands to have a clear view and fired. The slug entered from under the right breast and went up diagonally. Marta jumped at this new blow.

"Then you want to get yourself killed? Is it better this way? IS IT BETTER?"

Another shot, with a trajectory similar to the previous one. Marta could no longer resist with four bullets in her body. Smiling excited, always keeping her hands above her head, he raised her sweater and bra, he squeezed her breasts, he lingered over her wounds. He then lowered her pants and underpants, just enough to have a clear view.

"It's the cunt of a witch… but anyway it's a beautiful cunt!"

She began to tremble, she spat blood as he began to masturbate.

"I won, again! Tell your empress! Tell her that you can't catch me!"

Marta didn't even try to contradict him, she was barely conscious. She coughed a large blood clot, he moaned and came, splattering her face. He had lasted just over a minute.

"One witch less in the world. Today I did my duty"

He stood looking at her, touching her satisfied. With a last one moan, Marta died.

This too was done. But now they knew where he lived, he had to leave. They couldn't get him! Not again!



Rachel lay down on the bed of her hotel room, staring at the ceiling. Her great blue eyes were smiling, framed by a cascade of blond hair. Seventeen years old, wide hips and busty breast, she was there for a little play with Micheal, her boyfriend. She was the unaware and innocent girl, he was the dangerous raper that broke in her room to rape her. She had already given him the key of the room, he would come, at a certain time of the night, playing his part. Rachel's part was to stay awake and to keep herself busy, better if in skimpy clothes. The thought of the night was already beginning to thrill her.

Rachel took a shower. She put on a reduced blue underwear and a light white t-shirt which she knotted under the breast. She ate something, watched a movie on tv, always with an eye to the clock. Micheal knew how to increase tension. Rachel started to browse Gurochan just to warm herself up a little.

It was 10:28 pm when she heard a key turn in the lock. There he is! She rose from the bed. She wanted to give him a position of advantage by giving her back to the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man enter the door with padded step. She had to make an effort not to laugh, seeing him with black clothes and black balaclava, almost the parody of a thief.

He grabbed her from behind with force, Rachel had never been good at acting but did her best <Oh God! Please, please! Don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want. Whatever!> Micheal didn't speak. Yanking her, he threw her on the bed belly down, he took out a pair of handcuff and tied her hands behind the back. Rachel liked the handcuffs, maybe these were a little tight but, after all, her role was the victim. It wasn't her who dictated the rules and she didn't have to be confortable. Obviously Micheal knew her limits, he knew what to do, what not to do and when to stop. Unfortunately for her, this man was not Micheal.

He turned her on the back and began to rub her breasts, Rachel shouted fake scream while the man explored her body with his hands. He tore off her underpants, leaving only one leg in the indument. She was starting to get wet. When his hands tightened around her neck she found nothing strange there. She liked it, the lack of air increased her pleasure, it was arousing. This time however Micheal squeezed more than usual. Feeling the lungs begin to burn, Rachel began to move uneasily.
"Micheal…" she managed to whisper
"It's too tight Micheal" on the contrary, he tightened his grip.
"Please Micheal, what are you doing?" No response.
"What are you doing Micheal?"

Panic exploded in Rachel's stomach, she started kicking <Xylophone! Xylophone!> not even their safeword could stop what she thought was Micheal. Her lungs were on fire, her legs kicked desperately. Too weak to talk, I don't want to die Micheal, please, I don't want to die! She wanted to scream but not a single breath could come out of her lips that were slowly turning blue.

Micheal… why…

The tongue slightly out of the mouth, her eyes red and wet, almost numb to the man's cock that violated her, too busy not to die. When she finally died, he certainly hadn't finished yet. He turned the body over and over again penetrating every orifice, spending more than one hour with the beautiful corpse of the girl.

When the real Micheal came, around half past midnight, he found Rachel's body on the bed, still tied, dirty with sweat and sperm, a red mark around her neck, her dead eyes, wide with terror.


This is the first story which I have not already posted on Gurochan. It's the first real Original. Enjoy it!

Returning Home

Sonia had just come out of the hospital where she worked. Nurse trainee, 24 yo she had just finished her shift. Blond brown hair, curly, to the bottom. Nice physique but not excessive. She wore a yellow jacket and a blue wool cap with a pon pon on top. She was a cheerful and kind girl, always in a good mood which was rare with the work she did. During her shift, she lit up the ward, at least a couple of nurses were in love with her. He lived just minutes from the hospital and, although the evening of february was still cold, she liked to walk home. The sky promised snow, the city under the white mantle was always a marvel. At home, a nice steak prepared by her mother was waiting for her, Sonia was starting to get hungry.

Her could have been a long and satisfying life if she hadn't heard a noise coming from the park, if her good soul had not led her to control. The park was often frequented by homeless but at this time and with this weather it was strange that there was anyone. They were like groans of pain, someone was sick! And with this cold, he would have died if no one had intervened.

Sonia ran to the source of the noise. She knew what she was doing was dangerous but she couldn't let it go. Moreover, although she hated it, in her purse she had a gun. It was her father's idea, frightened by the usual media exaggerations. For sure, certain things didn't happen in this city but after so much insistence on the part of her parents, he had agreed to carry it with her.

In front of her, she saw a man on the ground, leaning against a tree. He was wearing a torn green shirt and corduroy trousers, he seemed to be about forty. Few brown hair in strands, like glued. His head was low and dangling, Sonia saw his shirt mottled with vomit "I am a nurse, are you ok?" The only answer was a tired moan "He's not ok" the girl thought, seeing that the man was shaking. She took off her jacket to cover the homeless, she had a blue and white suit underneath "This will keep you warm for a while" the man was brawny and, looking better, Sonia saw that he had a flourescent green bracelet on his arm that she knew well. This man was not an homeless, he was one of the guests in the hospital's psychiatric ward. He had fled, perhaps coming out of a window, perhaps lowering himself from a tree. This explained the torn clothes, perhaps they were caught in some branch.

She certainly couldn't leave him there and she wouldn't be able to bring him in alone with her 157cm. She looked around hoping to see someone. Nobody. "Don't worry, now I call for help" she pulled out her cell phone with her hands trembling with cold. She didn't know if the man needed medicine nor how long was he out there. She called the hospital "Come on Carlo, answer…" a recorded tape began to list the services offered by the hospital, she had to wait until the end to speak with the shift operator, Carlo. She looked around for someone who could help her.

Suddenly, distracted by the phone call, she felt something hit the side of her neck, a strange, hot feeling. The pain came a few seconds later together with the awareness of what had happened: a piece of metal had entered her neck; the man, who seemed unconscious until a minute ago, was now standing and had just stabbed her in the neck. He removed the piece of metal and a river of blood began to flow from the gash in her neck. In panic ran with one hand to the wound, dabbing it, staring at the man with wide eyes, the other hand to act as a shield "Wait, wait.. " a slash hit her hand, dropping her cell phone "You won't get me again!" He shouted, slashing with his piece of metal. Rusty, sharp and long at least 15 cm, it was a lethal weapon for a man so strong.

The girl tried to defend herself with her hand, backing. Lacerations opened on her arm and on her hand as he pursued her. She wanted to scream but her voice was low and husky for the gash in the neck. Suddenly, she remembered of the gun she had in her purse, if only she could get it… she ran with her hands to the purse but the dark and the man who was on her made the search difficult. Her hands, wounded and blood stained trembled with fear. He grabbed the purse and tore it away forcefully, throwing it away. "Please, stop! I want to help you!" "I don't need your help, you won't take me back in there"
"Stop! I won't…" finally, a blow reached its target, the iron penetrated the body of the girl, between the stomach and the groin, on the right. She shouted hoarsely, eyes wide with pain. He throw her to the ground, crashing her under his weight, he turned the blade that slashed everything in its path. He took out the blade and stabbed her five more times, always in the same area.

"I don't wanna die" Sonia thought continuing to lose blood "It doesn't make sense" having gathered all her strength, she managed to use her legs to push the man back. He fell backward stumbling over a root giving the girl a few seconds of advantage. She rose, holding an hand on the neck and the other on the abdomen. From this last wound were visible short stretches of guts that Rachel was desperately trying to contain. She remembered the years of medicine as she tried to understand how serious her injuries were and what organs that madman had damaged them.

Her escape did not last long, a few meters and the man grabbed her from behind and slipped the blade into her right breast. Sonia heard him whisper a chant, like a prayer, directly in her ear. Another stab, higher than the other, pierced her lung. She could not stand up, she collapsed to the ground spitting blood, the man right above her. Laughing, he slipped the jagged piece of metal in her throat, two times again, the last time tearing to the right, slashing skin, muscles and blood vessels "Do you know? I have never killed a witch, it's not difficult as I thought" his breath smelled of vomit, Sonia couldn't speak with the blood filling her throat. Also moving was impossible with the weight of the man above her. I will die here. It's not fair. I only wanted to help him. The face against the ground, slightly tilted, eyes full of tears and the grass below her now red blood.

She continued to think to her body from a clinic point of view, almost if she were not lying on the ground with the guts outside. Several laceration to the neck, serious damage to the respiratory system, perforated lung. Serious damage to the digestive system, severe bleeding. In a strange way, it almost made her laugh. Only when she felt something penetrate her into the ass who realized that he had lowered her trousers and had begun to rape her. Not that she cared much now. Just at that moment he saw a car on the road, two headlights that almost illuminated the terrible scene that was taking place. A last trick of the fate. Under the thrusts of the madman, Rachel's gaze became increasingly dull, dark spots formed in her visual field. I'm cold. I don't want to die. I want to go back home.

When the man finished, few minutes later, the witch was dead. Panting, he lay on her for a while. What had they done to him? He remembered everything in fragment, needles, tablets, his miraculous escape from the window. He did not remember where he had taken that piece of iron but it certainly proved useful. He had to continue to flee, he couldn't stop here, others would arrive. The snow began to fall and to whiten the witch's corpse. He had no remorse. those he fought were not human beings, they deserved everything he did to them. He looked in her purse and, in addition to documents and wallet, he found a gun. Thank goodness! Now he could defend himself. His next goal was to find his house. from there, he could plan the next move.


An old story of mine without too many questions. I have a weakness for cut throats


A dark room was the first thing Sabrina saw opening her eyes. Where the fuck was she? She realized she was tied hands and feet, kneeling and stuck to the floor, and panicked "Wait! I shouldn't be here!" Sabrina was 19 years old, light blond hair, blue eyes. She heard other female voices, others were starting to wake up, they too in the same situation. The lights came on, almost blinding for a few seconds. When she got used to the light, she looked around. To her right, nine other women, about from fifteen to thirty, all tied up and kneeling. In front of them there was three men, two of them behind a camera.

"What the fuck is this?" "Let us go!" Others remained silent, others wept "What's going on, who are you?" No one answered the women but the men smiled amused. The third man, about forty, approached the girl to the right, black hair in her twenties "Wait up! I did nothing, tell us why we are here, maybe we can…" no one had seen the knife, the blade tore through the girl's throat, the man threw the woman forward. The girls screamed, all together, a scream of terror looking at the girl in agony. The man didn't pause, he went to the second woman, a brunette woman in her thirties, she felt her head tilt back "No no no, wait, I didn't do anything, you can't…" another slash, another cut throat.

The third was an auburn girl, 22 years old, she cried in despair "Please, don't kill me" the knife rested on her throat "I beg you, I will do what you want!" a moment later a splash of blood exploded from her throat, she fell to the ground coughing "He's killing us! Please, do something!" Sabrina shouted towards the cameras. They kept screaming, mixed threats, supplications and bloody gurgles, cry. The fourth was a blonde teen, she will not have been more than sixteen "Please, I want to go home, please" when the knife cut, she remained a few seconds with her head held high, eyes wide open, then she too was pushed to the ground, along with the others.

The fifth is a woman, dark short hair "You are a coward, you tied us up, you don't even have the courage to face us! Do you feel strong? Do you feel…" the blade also cut her throat, the man had no hesitation, no remorse. He was smiling. He looked back: the second had stopped moving but the others were still spitting blood darting like fish in spasms.

The sixth had red hair, 17 years old, blue eyes "Please, you don't have to do it! I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't…" another cut, another slit girl. Sabrina watched the man get closer and closer, the room was getting quieter. The number seven was a fifteen years old girl, brunette, ponytail "I don't want to be here, I'm only fifteen, please. Please move on" the man ran the knife but nothing happened, the little girl, expecting to be slit, pissed herself "Thank you! Thank you! Thank…" laughing, the man slit the girl's throat, this time for real, she too fell forward to spit blood.

The eighth was a brunette girl, 25 years "If you don't kill me, I'll do whatever you want, I'm good you know, I'll be your slave, you can't do it, please" Not a hesitation, another cut throat. The two surviving girls looked at each other in terror. why no one came to save them? The ninth girl was a 18 years old girl, auburn hair "Wai…" He didn't even give her time to talk, he quickly cut her throat and throws her to the ground.

Sabrina was the last one left "Wait, I can give you money, a lot of money, mine are rich" he placed the blade on her neck "At least tell me why you do it! Don't do it, you don't…" the blade also sank into her neck, that moment lasted an eternity, the knife running through her throat, the blood wetting her chest.

A violent push and also Sabrina was on the ground together with the others, also engaged in the same useless attempt. She felt the blood rise in his mouth, filling her throat, spreading on the floor. She coughed but the situation got worse, he couldn't breathe. She didn't know how long she struggled not to die but in the end, she also surrendered and died in a lake of blood, her and her nine companions.


I wanted to write the last part of the escape of the madman but this idea struck me like lightning. It's different from my other stories, I wanted to try something new.

I think it's the first time I write a scene of consensual sex in detail, I hope it came out well.

I don't know if it's the correct procedures for a hurricane but give me an artistic license. Enjoy it!

Tony and Liz

Although it was an almost apocalyptic scenario, it was a breathtaking sight. A barrier of black clouds, like a slowly advancing wall. Every now and then flashes furrowed the enormous cloud almost like a demon charging itself with power, ready to pour it over the city.

Elizabeth watched the thundercloud with arms folded from behind a window, warm and safe, at least for now. She was a beautiful girl, barely nineteen, wearing a gray tank top and a pair of short white shorts that highlighted her dry and well-shaped body. Behind her came Tony, the man she was having an affair with. An attractive man, he began to get closer to forty but he had a beautiful body and an elegant appearance. Black hair that was beginning to turn gray, he was a teacher in a high school.

It was there that he and Liz had met, it was two years that they were lovers even though he was married and had a daughter just a couple of years younger than Elizabeth. Girding her with his arms, Tony kissed her brown hair, tied in a ponytail.

"What do they say on the news?" She asked.

"They call for evacuation, it will be ugly"

Elizabeth's gaze fell on the railing outside the window. Some metal poles were unstable, a couple had already broken off.

"You should fix them, if they fly away during the hurricane they could spill someone."


"Sure, haven't you read about that man stuck by an umbrella a few years ago?"

"It's an urban legend, they're not that dangerous"

"As you wish, but if I end up skewered like a skewer you will have me on your conscience"

Tony smiled kissing her neck "It won't happen, my love"

They spent a few minutes looking at the coming storm.

"How soon will it arrive?"

"Three hours before the last bus"

"Three hours? We have all the time," she said, bowing her head back to kiss him.

They had been there for a couple of days, a romantic weekend for only the two of them. The arrival of the hurricane was an unexpected surprise for both.

"It's dangerous to stay here, you know."

"A little bit excites me," she said with a chuckle. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her gray eyes stared at Tony's.

"Come on, three hours are a lot … and we just need a couple of minutes …"

Tony laughed at that dart and grabbed her butt firmly with one hand "A couple of minutes, miss? They'll find us here still clinging together when this is over"

Laughing both, they headed for the bedroom, kissing and taking off each other's clothes. On the bed they arrived naked, she lay down on the bed while Tony moved his lips along her barely tanned skin, first on her neck, then on her perfect breasts, on her stomach and on her navel up to her wonderful vagina that began to suck and kiss, teasing all the most sensitive parts with the tongue. If there was one thing Tony could do was just this, Elizabeth was already panting, staring at the ceiling, her lover's head clutched with her thighs. He continued for a long time while she screamed with pleasure. He got up and continued to kiss her, then it was Liz's turn to kneel on the floor, grab the man's penis and put it in her mouth, while he lovingly caressed her hips. The understanding between them was perfect, everyone knew what the other liked, their bodies eagerly sought each other. Their meeting lasted a long time, illuminated by the flashes of the coming storm. Both came several times until, in the end, they were both exhausted and sweaty, lying on the bed, one in the other's arms. The last bus had eighty minutes left.

Tony stood up, kissing her on the back of the neck "Come on love, let's get ready, it's almost time" he got up picking up the clothes he had sown in the corridor and heading for the living room. Elizabeth stood up slowly, smiling. She tied again her ponytail that had untied, who knows when, during the relationship. It was time to leave, to return to their normal lives, until their next secret meeting, who knows when. A veil of sadness fell over the girl's eyes. She was the other woman for him, not the love of his life, not the woman with whom to build a family, no matter how many times he said I love you. He wiped a tear as he picked up her shirt and shorts. There was no time for certain ideas, now they had to go.

Barefoot, Elizabeth headed for the living room. Tony was already there, still naked, holding one of the railing stakes "Then you convinced yourself to get them out of the way" he seemed distracted, he didn't look her in the eyes.

"Tony, what's wrong, all right?"

"My love, you don't know how sorry I am"

With his left hand he grabbed her arm, pulling her toward him. Liz tried to resist, but she was taken by surprise and found herself on him. A strange sensation crossed her, Tony had used the momentum to slip the stake into her stomach, angling the piece of iron upwards. Pierced from side to side, Liz took a few seconds to register the pain. "I'm so sorry, Liz," he pushed her to the ground, she fell to the side, mouth wide open, hands on the shaft.

"What the fuck did you do Tony?"

"Excuse me, Liz, I had to do it"

"You skewered me! You put a stake in my stomach!"

"Liz, love, try to understand me. My wife was beginning to suspect, if our story came out … believe me, it's better for everyone"

Elizabeth watched the blood spread over her shirt "Better for everyone? What the fuck are you saying?" a grimace of pain took shape on his face "We could talk about it, you could tell me! Anything, any, but not … this!"

"You were a minor, you were my student! If anyone knew about it … I'm sorry, Liz. It had to be a cleaner shot, I didn't want to make you suffer like that. It's the truth, believe me"

"Tony, I don't want to die, please"

"You will stay here, in the midst of the storm. They will find you with that pole in your stomach, your lungs full of water and undocumented. Another of the storm's nameless victims. And no one will be able to connect you to me."

Elizabeth heard his voice crack as he spoke "Love, it's not too late, take me away, I can still save myself, we can settle everything. Love, please. Tony, I love you!"

"I love you too, Liz!" Tony screamed "That's why it's so difficult" he went to his room to prepare for evacuation. Elizabeth remained on the ground, watching the pool of blood slowly spread beneath her. She tried to pull the pole out but the searing pain almost made her faint. She couldn't get up, she felt like throwing up; although the room was warm, she trembled.

Tony returned ten minutes wearing a jacket and a bag, found the girl sobbing on the ground, still bent over. She had her back to him.

"I'm afraid Tony. You can't leave me here, please."

"I have already told you, I will not take you with me, you are already dead, resigned. Do not make me more difficult than it is."

"I'm afraid, I don't want to stay here alone, please."

"I can't pierce you again, it would be suspect. I'm sorry, Liz, you'll have to die with that piece of iron in your stomach." He smiled. "Do you remember what you said before? If this can soothe you, I will indeed have you on my conscience, I won't forget you. I love you."

"If you had loved me, you wouldn't have killed me," said Elizabeth, crying.

Tony didn't answer, he moved behind her like a caged animal. Liz could hear him sobbing. They remained silent, crying for several minutes. After a while, Tony stopped and walked briskly towards the bathroom. From the living room, Liz could hear the sound of flowing water "What do you want to do Tony?" no answer "Tony, please tell me what you want to do" the man came back to her and made her get up, the pole inside her moved at the slightest movement making her scream with pain "I'm sorry my love, it will be over soon." Unable to resist, Elizabeth was dragged to the almost full bathtub. "I do it for you Liz" Tony pushed her head under the water, she struggled desperately to get back to the surface

"You can die drowned, I can do it now, without waiting for the flood. You won't have to wait for hours alone. And I won't run the risk of changing my mind."

The girl's stomach pressed against the edge of the tub, causing the pole to move inside her, her lungs caught on fire even though they were filling up with water. The hand of the man she loved held her head down condemning her to death. He didn't know how long he had been struggling to resurface but the forces were less and less "I don't want to die" he kept thinking as he struggled desperately despite the disparity of forces. He struggled to the end, until his body was no longer responsive, until his brain, now without oxygen, died out forever.

Tony kept Elizabeth in the water for a few more minutes even when she was no longer moving. Then, crying, he pulled her out of the tub. He watched her now pale skin, the body he adored, the face he loved strangely relaxed. He closed her lifeless eyes and gave her a last kiss on the lips "Goodbye Liz" got up and, without looking back, took his bag and left the house. The storm was approaching but there was still time. He reached the buses that were evacuating the city. The tears on his face mixed with the first rain.


Feedback always appreciated


Good stuff. I particularly liked Returning Home and Tony and Liz. I love the idea of the nurse’s kind heart leading her to a terrible end, and the horrible betrayal Liz endured was a big turn on for me (I wish Tony had just let her die slowly, though). You come up with some cool concepts.

For a bit of constructive criticism, be careful with pronouns. “He” and “his” are masculine pronouns, and are used to refer to male characters. You used them frequently when talking about actions and thoughts pertaining to Liz, and in those cases it should have been “she” and “her”. This was particularly noticeable in the 2nd to the last paragraph of the story.


Thanks. I also have simpler stories but I prefer to post these a little bit more complex (instead of the usual stab stab stab).

Betrayal and extremely unjust deaths are key point in my stories, i love them. Betrayal particularly.

About the long death for Liz… I've thought about it but it didn't convince me at all. It is not a very reasoned story, it suddenly appeared to me and I stayed as close as possible to the initial idea. And, strange as it was, Toby was sincere and leaving her agonizing for hours was not in the character. I also thought about making him become more cynical, just another lover, but it didn't work for me (even if I could use a long and lonely death in a future story, the more I think about it the more it intrigues me)

You're right about pronouns but google translate and sleep betrayed me in the 2nd to last paragraph, usually I check it.


A story I wrote some time ago. It's based on Rimworld, a great colony simulator in an hostile planet (with a lot of cannibalism and human skin hat).
This is not a story about the darkest side of the game and you don't need to know the game to understand it (I hope). All the character are based on my colonist of a specific colony. Enjoy it!

Chronicles of the Rim - Raid on the Infirmary

Ann was stuck in the infirmary, hell was outside. A group of pirates had attacked the colony, most of her friends were out there fighting but not her. Thirty years, light blond hair, she had never harmed anyone. She simply could not, the very idea of ​​holding a weapon paralyzed her. For this reason she had chosen to become the doctor of the colony, even able to tell the truth. More than once she had saved his companions' lives, mending them when they seemed to be doomed. But this time it was different. By now it was a lot that she heard them fight, the pirates had arrived in mass and they seem to have breached the perimeter. Holed up in a corner with her head in her hands, Ann was terrified.

Suddenly the door swung open. She screamed, but it was not a pirate but a little girl. Ann recognized, under the helmet too big for her, Cockroach 14 years, the last and youngest member of their group, long black hair, light brown skin. Panting and with a bullet in her arm, she was holding a semiautomatic gun

"Ann, Ann! Help me! They are coming, they have passed the turrets, penetrated our defenses, they are coming here"

"I … I don't … i …" Ann stammered in terror as Cockroach handed her a shotgun

"I can't use it, I can't feel my arm, please, please!"

Ann picked up the weapon with her eyes wide open, her hands were shaking "I can't do it. Roach, I don't …"

"They're coming!" Roach hid behind the door with the gun in her hand, and Ann hid behind a bed, trembling .

Endless seconds of waiting, then a man opened the door wide. He wasn't one of them. Massive, a brown leather jacket, unkempt beard. He smelled of alcohol and was stained with blood, his veins were unusually large and visible, Ann recognized the mark of the Luciferium, the most powerful drug on the Rim. Roach tried to catch him by surprise, as soon as the door opened, she pointed the gun at the pirate's head but he was tremendously fast and dodged his head back before the girl could shoot, grabbed her still stretched arm and he slammed her against the wall, Roach tried to fire again but noticed that the gun had fallen into the scuffle. Before she could recover, the pirate was on her and grabbed her by the neck. Ann tried to make herself as small as possible and not make any noise.

Roach kicked as much as she could and tried to defend herself with the only working arm, but the pirate was at least twice her size and stoned on Luci, it was like hitting a mountain. He put her on the table and squeezed her neck “So girl, where do you keep the pills?” Unable to breathe and speak, Roach touched the pirate's hand trying to loosen his grip but he was too stupid or too stoned to understand her intentions and continued to tighten “So little slut? WHERE ARE THEY?” Ann watched the scene without making a noise. The rifle, useless, in her hands.

The man smiled <Obviously it is not enough for you> he pulled a large knife from his belt and impaled it on Roach's belly, making his way under the girl's armor. Ann didn't see the scene in detail but from how Roach jumped she realized that she had been stabbed. The girl's eyes widened in pain, she stared at the man trying to calm him but his mind was elsewhere now. Suddenly, air at last! It almost hurt as it entered her lungs. She took deep breaths with her eyes closed, but when she opened them again he was still in front of her. Before he could speak he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her making her scream <THEN? WHERE ARE THEY?> Roach barely had time to open her mouth to speak that the pirate thrusts the knife into her neck three times and then throws her to the ground. same blood, look in Ann's direction begging for help. She beckons her no, so she will show her <No no no no, please no> look at the pirate who has already lost interest in the girl on the ground. From a clinical point of view the scene is interesting for Ann: the Luciferium accelerates bodily functions giving surprising agility and strength but, over time, the subject's perceptions are accelerated. This is why he speaks so fast, he moves so fast, everything is slowed down in his head, it's like the world goes in slow motion. For this he was so impatient, from his point of view Roach was who knows how to fix it without answering his questions. The woman took refuge in these thoughts hoping to escape from reality when she realized that the pirate was heading towards her. She recoiled trying to avoid him but there was no room to move, when she realized that he could no longer hide, with her back to the wall, Ann activated her shield belt.

As soon as he saw her, Ann knew he had to act quickly: before he could do anything, the woman pointed with a hand to a door a little way away "From there, that's where we keep the Luci" The pirate smiled enthusiastically "Thank you, really kind " rushed into the closet and came out with a bottle full of red pills. He swallowed one, savoring the discharge going through his body. Ann stared at him paralyzed: maybe it would have been enough, maybe he would have forgotten her. Instead he went back to staring at her, the huge pupils in the blood-red eyes "Thanks again" he pointed the gun at her and fired twice, the woman jumped but the shield deflected the two bullets, an annoyed expression showed up on the pirate's face "I hate these shit" "No wait, there's no need…" he started shooting again, continuous shots that broke on the shield "Wait, that's enough!" One last shot bounced off the shield but in the end two bullets reached the target, the first one hit to the sternum, the second, the the right breast. "Ah ah! Peck!" The woman tried to stop the wounds, she gave short cries looking at the blood coming out copiously.

When she looked up again, the pirate was not there, maybe he was gone. Ann tried to get up, she knew that in the closet next to her there were Glitterworld medicines, coming from the most advanced planets in the universe, if she could reach them she could still save herself. Tenacious, the woman climbed on the piece of furniture, painful pangs tormented her but with great effort she grabbed the briefcase and fell back to the ground. She shouted for the blow but smiled. She had it! She had taken it! She sat back down and, leaning against the wall, began to prepare the syringe, finally slipped it into her arm. He breathed a sigh of relief: the nanites began to flow in her veins, they reached the wounds and began to close them. Ann was breathing heavily, she was alive, she was saved.

The pirate's return took her by surprise "But are you still here?" Ann's eyes widened in terror "No no no" the pirate fired again, four more shots, one in the stomach and three in the chest. He stood in front of her, looked her in the face and yelled at her. "Do you think I have bullets to waste?" Ann began to cough and spit blood "That I have time to lose?" Another shot in the lower abdomen, then he kicked the suitcase of medicines. She was crying, unable to move. It had been useless. She could not breathe and saw everything black, the woman felt the pirate touching her but she could do nothing. Then the darkness.

Thorn entered the hospital attracted by the shots. A Charge Rifle in his hand, he saw one of the pirates bent over in a corner. They did not need prisoners, instinctively fired a short burst and the pirate's head exploded in a small explosion. Nik arrived right after him. He saw the three corpses on the ground, two belonging to the colony "Shit!" The battle had been hard, they had had some losses but in the end they had repelled the attackers "This had escaped us" the first corpse "Roach and Ann. Poor girls" observed "This was stoned. They tried to fight" look at Ann's body with ripped clothes

"At least he didn't have time to do anything else"

"What do we do?"

"have supplies prepared, let's go visit them ".


Third and last of the madman rampage. Not my favourite but I wanted to finish this cycle. I thought for a long time about how the Empress might look and Dany's face kept coming back to me. So I gave up. Other stories in the next days, I had a lot of ideas recently and I will complete them, whether there is someone to read them or not

An Afternoon of Study

It seemed like a day like many others for Daniela. A pair of jeans, a red blouse and a black overcoat, the student had arrived at the university that morning to study for the upcoming exam. Twenty-one years old but due to her short stature, she looked a few years younger. Not much breasts and an ass a little bigger than she wanted. Her strength, however, was an angelic face, framed by blond hair, almost white, smooth, halfway down his back. Full lips and a slightly upturned nose. The ones that most attracted attention were undoubtedly the eyes. Big smiling eyes, of an almost supernatural purple color. Throughout the day the study room she was in had been full of students coming and going. Now, late afternoon, Daniela was the only one left. She liked studying like that, with no one to bother her. As usual, she would leave the faculty last, just before closing.

With a heavy head for the study, around six in the afternoon, Daniela decided to take a break. A coffee was what she wanted. On the ground floor there was a vending machine, the girl got up to go and get her small reward. She called the elevator and waited. She was cheerful, felt safe for the upcoming exam, knew she could pass it with flying colors. All this should have happened a week later.

The elevator door opened and to her surprise, someone was inside. It was strange to see someone on the fifth floor at that hour, least of all a man who looked at least forty years she had never seen in there. He seemed lost, even surprised to see her. She smiled at him, urging him to go out. His eyes widened, staring at her "Empress!" Daniela frowned a little amused. She was used to people who were surprised by the color of her eyes and usually she was flattered but this was new "Thanks but I don't think I …" the man threw himself at her slamming her against the wall, one hand covering her mouth the other held a pistol aimed at her head. Daniela was paralyzed by terror. It was the first time in her life that she saw a live weapon and being on the wrong side of the barrel was not the best of the first times "Empress! You look different from last time but I would recognize those eyes everywhere!" He took her hand from her mouth, squeezing her neck slightly. The man, despite having clean clothes, smelled of vomit and alcohol. It was obvious he didn't have all the wheels in place, plus he held a gun. Daniela's brain was in fibrillation, she had heard that a madman must be seconded but was it really the best move? It was obvious that he had hatred against this empress. However he had not yet fired at her, perhaps she could have power over him in some way. Sge decided to go along with it.

"It's me," she said, trying to keep her voice as firm as possible, "I'm the Empress. You found me." The man's face twisted into a huge smile "The Empress! When I saw this place … it's so huge, so … majestic! I knew I would find you here!" The university building was in fact the tallest building in the vicinity but defining it as majestic was definitely excessive "I'm surprised you don't have guards with you" he slammed the barrel of the gun against his head "Do you know? I've already killed two of your witches. This time will end, forever! " Hearing these words, Daniela felt faint. The murder of that nurse the night before was the news of the day, especially if combined with the escape of that patient from the psychiatric ward. It almost looked like a horror movie plot, she even laughed of it a couple of times that morning. Now everything had suddenly become real. A dark spot spread in her jeans as she realized what situation she was in. Now she wondered if she had done well to support him.

Still pointing the gun at her, he pushed her back into the study room, she obeyed with her hands up. The man looked around, evaluating the environment. He chose a large wardrobe and, showing physical strength, he moved it to the door. Blocked the entrance, he took the cell phone from Daniela's pocket, slammed it to the ground and shot it. The sudden noise frightened the girl who threw herself on her knees, her hands over her ears.

"Please let me go"

"Certainly not, Empress. Not after what you did to me, not after all the time I took to find you"

"I didn't do anything to you" she trembled, still on her knees "I'm not the Empress"

The man staggered "No. No, no, no, I am not fooled. I recognize you, I know well who you are. You won't get away with this!"

Daniela burst into tears "I'm not the Empress, I don't even know who she is. My name is Daniela, I'm twenty-one, I don't want to die!"

He approached her putting a finger on her lips "I already heard this story, it didn't work and it won't work now"

With trembling lips, the girl listened to the ravings of the man. He really wanted to kill her, he was now convinced that she was this Empress. The only way to survive was to take time, waiting for the police to arrive. At that moment someone knocked on the door, the man fired again trying to hit anyone out there "Back or I'll blow your head off!" screams of terror sounded on the other side of the wall "Now your thugs know we are here. We will have fun. You don't move, you stay on your knees" he looked out of a window "And don't do any of your tricks with your fingers if you don't want me to cut them one by one. "He took a big kitchen knife from his trousers and showed it to the girl with satisfaction. "Do you like it? I took it at my house, after I killed that bitch of yours" he thought for a moment, "I think. Whatever you did to me, it fucked up my memories" he put his hand under her chin, raising her head slightly.

"Meanwhile we wait" Daniela felt her blood freeze "What do you say you and I have some fun?" She didn't speak, didn't have the courage, but nodded her head weakly. He brought his groin closer to the girl who, trembling with fear, undid his pants and pulled his member out of his underwear. It was of medium length, less dirty than what Daniela feared. She started masturbating with her left hand, hoping to please him. He pointed the gun at her head "With your mouth" with a resigned expression, Daniela opened her mouth and took it in her mouth. It wasn't the first time she was giving someone a blowjob but she wasn't even that expert. And certainly not under the threat of a gun. She did her best by moving her head slowly, looking up with pleading eyes. The last thing she wanted was to get a bullet in the head practicing oral sex with a madman. Of course, hers would have been a great epitaph.

The man laughed tastefully looking upwards. The Empress was finally in his power, at his complete disposal. She would finally pay for all those years tied to a bed, watched by brutes and witches dressed in white. His finger pinched on the trigger. He could press it now and his war would end forever. The temptation was strong but it was not yet time. He looked down at the Empress's violet eyes fixed on his. Supplicants, this time without power. She wouldn't get away with a bullet in the head.

Daniela went on sobbing for a while. The penis was hot in her mouth, she felt that there was not much left, the man pressed the gun hard against her head "Don't move or I'll kill you! Don't move or I'll kill you!" He came, still in the girl's mouth, howling moans of pleasure mixed with laughter. He pressed his other hand against Daniela's nape to keep her glued to him. With one last groan he let her go, the girl threw herself to the ground spitting out a part of the sperm she had been forced to swallow. In the distance, police sirens.

"Oh, your other friends? I can't wait to meet them" he looked out of the window and shouted "COME ON BASTARDS! COME AND I KILL HER!" Daniela was on the ground, tending not to be weak "It's not too late. Surrender to me and all your problems will be solved. I'll give you gold, lands and castles. If only you let me go" He looked at her, for a moment confused " What the fuck are you saying? Castles?" He was lost, almost frightened. Was he in himself for a moment? He pressed his hands against his head like a migraine.The pistol fell from his hand.

Without a second thought, Daniela threw herself on the weapon. It was her only chance to get out of there alive, she knew that before getting caught, this fool would kill her. It was obvious that he did not have an escape plan, that now his only goal was to die bringing the Empress with her. He didn't even see her throw herself, too busy shouting at his demons. Triumphant, the girl stood up with the gun in her hand "Stand still, raise your hands!" He ignored her "Raise your hands!" She screamed in a hysterical voice. The man turned to Daniela, holding the knife, a grin on his face. Desperately the girl screamed again, her finger trembling on the trigger "STOP!" he moved toward her, she pulled the trigger. Click. The gun did not fire. Daniela's eyes widened in terror. Click, click, click. No shot, the weapon had run out, had been threatened so far with an unloaded weapon. Because of fear she lost again the control of her bladder, a warm trail went down her thigh.

"Wait, sorry, did not want, sorry, sorry …" the man grabs her by the hair, points the knife at her face "I'm sorry Empress, our meeting is about to end. I wanted to last longer" he pulled her hair with strength "And I won this war!" He dragged her towards the window, she tried to hold on to whatever she found along the way "No, please! I'm not the Empress, my name is Daniela, I'm twenty-one, I'm a student, I don't want to die, please!" The man pushed Daniela toward the window, held her bent forward, the upper half of her body outside the building. He pointed the knife to her throat. Below, in the courtyard, a small crowd of onlookers and police officers had gathered, many resumed the scene with the cell phone "HERE YOU'RE GOT YOUR QUEEN!" Daniela saw some policemen entering the building. She knew, however, that there were five floors and a door barred between them and her. The wind at that height made her hair fly. From below, a man tried to negotiate "Stay calm, there is no need for someone to get hurt. You have no way out, surrender" Daniela felt the sun on her face, it was a pleasant feeling. She narrowed his eyes "I didn't do anything to you, don't hurt me, I beg you" she murmured to the madman "It's too late for the prayers Empress" he pushed her torso forward and sank the blade into the girl's neck. From under, the crowd jumped, shouts came from below as the knife cut the student's throat from left to right. Many resumed the scene, some almost smiling, seeing all that blood flow down the girl's chest and fall from the fifth floor. When he had finished, a large gash ran through Daniela's throat, her wide open purple eyes looking down, her arms dangling, her blood flowing like a small waterfall to the ground. Incredulous, she couldn't believe what had just happened.

The madman grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her back inside. The red river was impressive, Daniela tried to stop it with her hands but she couldn't even slow it down. The madman looked at her excitedly, she could see the draft in his pants. He spat in her face "Good-bye slut, I'm going to get myself killed" he moved the closet from the door and threw himself toward the stairs brandishing gun and knife, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Daniela was alone, in a pool of blood. Until half an hour ago she was happily studying for an exam, now she was bleeding to death in the same classroom. She couldn't breathe with the blood that filled her throat and poured into her lungs. She still didn't understand what had happened, who was that man? Why kill her? Had she done something wrong? Could she save herself somehow? All questions destined to remain unanswered, it was too late to think of an alternative. If only that day she had stayed home. Four shots from the floor below echoed, but Daniela never heard them, she was already dead. The man who had raped and murdered her lay on the ground with four bullet holes in her chest and a smile on her face. In any case, the awareness of having been avenged would have been no consolation.

"Good evening, let's open the news today with a tragic news. A few hours ago, at the university of [REDACTED] a man took a student hostage, Daniela Rigoni, who he murdered shortly afterwards. The man was killed in a firefight with the police.
The murderer, Cristiano Giordani, had fled last night from the hospital where he was hospitalized. He suffered from paranoid hallucinations and is suspected of two other murders that took place last night and this morning in the same area, Sonia Simoni, 24, and Marta Moriconi, 16. And now let's move on to politics … "


I know I'm a bit biased, but would you be willing to do one or more with younger girls, or maybe pregnant girls, getting their pussies ruined before anything else happens to them? I rather love your stories.


Pregnant girls are not a problem, I could do something as soon I have an idea.

Younger yes, but at least thirteen or fourteen, I am not comfortable writing about subjects that are too young (I have some stories about younger subjects but I stop at murder, no sexuality)

Pussy shots or stab… I could use it for some stories, they are not my favourite but I can think of something. I have an idea in this regard.

Stay tuned.


I just saw that in Returning Home, Sonia become Rachel for a sentence. It was her old name, but I had just used it in another story


As I write the next story (something coming for Pussy Shooter), I post this, a story I wrote some times ago. If you think that you know the female main character, you are right. Giulia is my version of Julie, the wonderful Bloodlust's character. This alter ego is less resistant (I'm not able to write of so much wounds) but shares her low life expectancy. Enjoy it!

Home Raid

It was the first time they allowed Stefano to participate in a raid. Fourteen, short blond hair, standing in front of the door of the house they were about to attack. With him were his two accomplices, two men, both in their thirties, Marco and Fabio. In front of the door, with a knife in his hand, he thought that all the people inside that house were going to die. He wondered if he, too, would have succeeded in killing someone

"Come on boy, this is the plan: as soon as Fabio finishes opening the door we enter. You will do the Vanguard, do not disappoint us. The first you see you kill her, without hesitating. We taught you how to. It should be an easy blow, there are only girls in here."

Giulia was in the room, lying on the bed, cell phone in hand. Together with her there were two of her roommates, Chiara and Elena. It was a beautiful day to be February, Giulia was wearing a pair of jeans and a white sweater: she had recently returned home, she hadn't changed yet. He was nineteen, attending the faculty of economics. Brown hair, tied with a ponytail, her breast was not too big but she had a nice butt, or at least that's what they always told her. His strong point certainly was the big blue eyes.
The other two girls were talking to each other, something that had to do with a course that she didn't attend, she wasn't paying particular attention. Elena had long brown hair, nice breasts, a few extra pounds but no doubt a beautiful girl. Chiara had curly blond hair, green eyes, very light skin. Giulia had known them for a few months, since they had rented this apartment together but, apart from a few quarrels, she considered them now good friends. From the kitchen she could hear Angela, the fourth roommate, working at the stove. They had all their lives ahead, a bright future. Or at least that's what they believed. Giulia got up to go to the bathroom giving, without knowing it, the last look at her roommates.

The lock gave way, Fabio had taken a few minutes. Stefano opened the door as quietly as possible, the other two men behind him. Noises from the room, noises from the kitchen. The latter was closer. Knife in hand, Stefano walked in silence, heard the voice of a girl singing, well tuned for more! He certainly sang better than he did. When he found himself in front of her, they both remained paralyzed: the girl in front of him was low, short red hair, freckles, a blue sweater. He knew what his task was but couldn't move, he was stuck. The girl was the first to recover from the surprise and screamed.

"Fuck it!" Shouted Marco.

He moved Stefano roughly, grabbed the redhead and slammed her against the wall stabbing her six times in the abdomen. The girl's muffled screams quickly became weaker, when he left her, she slipped to the ground in tears. Marco took the phone from her pocket and threw it against the wall, bent over her again and slipped the knife into her throat

"Shit, I hate doing things in a hurry! Stupid boy, check out, we take the others!"

Elena jumped at Angela's scream, after a few seconds of doubt she got up to go and see. She arrived just at the door: a man in his thirties grabbed her by the hair and started to stab her in the breast and in the stomach. Another one behind him went to Chiara. The poor girl had her hands up in surrender when the knife slipped into her belly

"Thank you so much girl, it's always a pleasure to have a clean target"

The slaughter continued, Marco and Fabio continued to hit without mercy.

Giulia had not yet sat down when she heard Angela's scream coming from the kitchen. A shiver ran through her back and silently pushed the bathroom light. His caution rewarded her as two men ran past the door and slipped into the bedroom. The screams of her friends who are slaughtered sent her into a panic. It can't be true, it can't be true! She looked for the phone but she left it in her room. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Ok, calm … think … if I stay here they'll find me, I have to run! Now! While they are busy! The door is near, I can reach it and run into the street, someone will help me there. They must help me! She heard Elena begs for mercy. I don't want to die. She took a few breaths to calm herself Now! She ran out of the bathroom door, someone yelled at her "Hey, there's another!" Run! Do not stop! You're almost there!

Stefano was in the kitchen, along with Angela, now dying Stupid, stupid! I risked messing up everything! He walked in a circle, head down. He looked at Angela that was trying in vain to stay alive I got stuck! I could kill her, I could kill her! But instead I got stuck! She was so beautiful! I got stuck!

Suddenly he heard a noise coming from the corridor, someone was coming running. He threw himself toward the door and as soon as he arrived in the corridor, Giulia fell on him. The long knife had ended almost by accident in her stomach, for the whole length of the blade I took it! I took one! She is a brunette, little breast but beautiful. His penis was suddenly as hard as marble, he smiled as he held the girl in his arms.
He took me … there was another fucking one! It's a pimply little boy and he put a knife in my belly! His mouth wide open in surprise, Giulia could hear him laughing nervously I got her! God, how beautiful she is! He stammered, he wanted to say something but couldn't find the courage "Who are you? Why did you do it, please"

"Good boy, you took her!" Fabio arrived running. He pulled her hair back to look at her face "Very pretty face" he looked at the handle sticking out of Giulia's belly "And good lunge" "I don't want to die, please" Not like that. I have my whole life ahead, I can't die so She felt the blade slowly come out of her stomach, it hurt terribly! Stefano looked into her eyes as he took out the blade, felt the erection become more and more violent, the girl trembled in his arms. Giulia felt her blood coming out copious from the wound, she felt the boy's excitement. Is my life worth five minutes of fun for these guys? What did I do to deserve this? another stab interrupted her thoughts, a blood clot came up from her stomach and came out of her mouth This is not good! At the sight, Stefano came in his pants. He moaned without restraint You lousy pervert, does it excite you to see me bleed? Is that all? Did you kill me for twenty seconds of erection? The pain was tremendous, Stefano continued to swing her using the blade as a pivot, then placed her on the ground, pulling the knife out again.
On his knees, he watched her: Giulia was in tears, her sweater was covered in blood, she tried in vain to stop her wounds with her hands "Don't be in a hurry, the others are dead, let her bleed a little more" Fabio patted him on the shoulder "Find out what's her name if you want, I'm going to do cleaning".

Stefano was alone with the girl he had just stabbed, Giulia was breathing heavily
"You are … really beautiful" Stefano found the courage to speak "So why did you stab me?" Giulia answered sobbing. He didn't answer her, as if her question weren't important, like it didn't come from a human being. He kept looking at her curiously. Get up Giulia, you can do it! Take the knife from his hands and stick it in that fucking face! Giulia tried to get up but the pain was terrible and fell to the ground. He bent over her, cut off her now red sweater exposing her navel and white bra. He had a little more fat than what Stefano thought but it was still a show. The two wounds in the abdomen gleamed red and black. He lifted her bra and finally had the clear view on the girl's tits "What's your name?" "Why? Do you want to know the name of the first girl you touched her tits?" He was staring at her, waiting for an answer "Giulia. Congratulations, fucking psychopath" Ignoring the girl's sideswipe, Stefano, trembling, stretched out his hand to touch her breasts, squeezed them a couple of times with one hand, then rested the knife on the ground and grabbed the girl's tits with both hands.
He is an excited little boy, you can do it, he put down the knife
With all the strength she had, Giulia threw herself at the knife, the sudden movement of the body caused her a sharp pain but stoically resisted. She managed to touch the handle but Stefano was faster: frightened by the sudden leap, he threw himself instinctively towards the knife and, thanks to the advantageous position (and to the fact that he didn't have two deep stab wounds in the stomach) he grabbed the handle first by removing it at the girl's hands. She fell to the ground again, disheartened.

"You… you didn't have to do this. There was no need." She cried in despair "You could take what you wanted, there was no need to kill us! I don't want to die, please"

The boy came up excitedly "I'll suck your cock, whatever you want .." he covered her mouth. In the eyes of the little boy he saw an insecurity I may have hit the mark! hope did not last. A sudden pain in the neck "Nonono, sto..GHL!" in a slow motion, the blade severed her throat. Giulia opened her eyes wide, feeling the blood flowing hot from the wound. He cut my throat … he cut my throat! Stefano got up without being able to take his eyes off the girl.

"It's the first time I kill someone, fo you know?"

Giulia was too busy not to die to answer the boy sarcastically. She couldn't breathe, the blood filled her throat. Every time he tried to spit it out, more blood came to soffocate her.

I don't want to die … I want to live … I don't want to leave like this.

For at least five minutes Giulia fought against the bleeding by keeping her hands on her throat. Rattling on the ground, she tried to breathe, to stay alive. Every time she tried to get up, Stefano threw her back on the ground, without too much effort. The room was getting darker and dark.

It's cold … why is it so cold … why can't … to … I don't want to die … it's still early. I still have a lot to do…

She began to gasp like a fish, emitting only gurgling sounds. Shortly thereafter, Giulia stopped moving. Her beautiful blue eyes went out forever.

Stefano joined his two companions, a broad smile on his face. He found them intent on having fun with the bodies of the two girls in the room. Once finished, they began to clean up the house: money, cell phones, everything they found valuable. They took pictures and videos of the bodies of the four girls, a massacre of this kind had to be remembered. Before leaving, Stefano gave Giulia a last look, still lying in front of the door, with her eyes turned off. "Who knows where she is now," thought the boy. The three murderers left, leaving behind them a silent house and four massacred girls.


And, as promised to my only active fan:

A Bloody Swim

It was a hot day, at the end of July. Gemma had decided it was the perfect day for a nice swim at the lake. A round of phone calls and, to her great regret, none of her friends was free that afternoon. Certainly this won't stop her, she was a stubborn girl and the day was really too hot to stay indoors. So she decide to leave alone, only her, her scooter and the fresh waters of the lake.

Gemma was only 14, smooth red hair, just below the shoulders. Blue eyes and freckles, she was a girl destined to break a lot of hearts in the future. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a light yellow shirt, a half-sleeved.

She parked the scooter fifty meters from the shore, put her helmet and handbag beside the vehicle and looked around. The lake was wonderful in a day like this: it was isolated enough to be almost always desert but the place for Gemma was definitely worth the trip. It still receives light until late afternoon; from the bank where the girl was standing grew a layer of grass that reaches almost to the water. It was a well-kept place, some people went there once a week to fix it. The water shone fresh and inviting.

Gemma undressed, impatient to take a refreshing swim. She had a blue two-piece costume, nothing too provocative: it was not her genre and her girlish body would have seemed ridiculous with certain clothes on. Slender but not too tall, a pale skin full of freckles, a breast that was slowly starting to grow, Gemma certainly didn't have a woman's body. Regardless of these thoughts, the girl runs towards the water with her bare feet trampling on the grass.

The impact with the surface of the lake took her breath away for half a second. Compared to the torrid air, it seemed to be in heaven there! Gemma was a skilled swimmer, she had been swimming since she was six and had never stopped. Water was her natural element, she was more at ease there than on earth where, to tell the truth, she was also a bit clumsy. For almost two hours the girl juggled between the cool waters of the lake, almost like a siren, regardless of what was happening in the outside world.

In the end, her nature as a land animal returned to be heard. It was starting to get cold, her fingers had become wrinkled, her lips were beginning to darken, it was time to get out of the water. With a last pirouette, Gemma headed for the shore to where it touched and stood up. Her wet skin shone in the sun, her red hair stuck to her face.

She managed to take only a couple of steps before something hit her right between her legs. Her eyes widened in surprise, she brought her hands to the groin and looked down. Where her vagina had stood a moment before, there was now a bloody cluster. Blood mixed with urine ran down between her thighs. Only a few moments later came the awareness of what had happened. Incredulous, the girl began to scream as waves of pain ran through her body.

They shot me! Someone shot me!

Unable to stand up, Gemma knelt, still with her hands between her legs. Trembling, she looked at her now red costume. Who could do that to her? Surely he had to be some careless hunter, she had never hurt anyone, why should they shoot her?

"Help! Help me!" Screams mixed with tears "They shot me! They shot me!"

The wind had risen, it was cold on his wet skin. No one responded to her appeal.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Another blow reached her: in the middle of the ribs, on the right. Taken by surprise she fell backward, her eyes turned to the sky. She touched the new wound with one hand.

It wasn't an accident. Someone shot me voluntarily!

In her mind the thoughts chased each other

''Who is it? Why did he shoot me? What did I do to him? "

Not even a hypothesis, nothing that could remotely explain.

"Please, I don't know who you are, you have the wrong person! Call an ambulance! Help me! I don't want to die!"

The new bullet prevented her from breathing well, she was not expert enough in anatomy to assume what it had damaged her. She thought of the phone he had left near the scooter. Perhaps she could reach it by crawling. Perhaps if she remained lying down, the sniper would not see her.

She turned and lay down on his stomach. She could do it, even slowly, she didn't care but she had to get on the phone and call someone. Gemma began to crawl, one limb at a time even though every movement caused her excruciating pain especially when she had to move her legs. She tried in vain not to think about her mangled sexual organs. Would she have been able to make love? To have children? She had never had sex with anyone but at this point, if she came out alive, she didn't care about spending a spinster's life, she would have been able to live for a few years at least.

A red trail of blood formed behind her as she advanced. The sun was hot on her skin but at least a slight breeze had risen which gave her some relief. Her progress was tragically slow but nevertheless proceeded: she came to the grass, about ten meters from the water. Compared to the little stones on the shore, the slight pinching of the grass was almost pleasant. The sniper hadn't been heard for a while, maybe he was tired of waiting for her, maybe he had given her up for dead, Gemma could only hope. Three more meters crawling on the grass, she heard the familiar ringing of a message: maybe someone would look for her, maybe they would come up here!

No Gemma, nobody will come, you have to get by yourself or you will never go home again. Get the fucking scooter!

Another two meters, now the pain was constant but the girl resisted and went on. By now she had almost made it a habit, she had found a technique that allowed her to advance without feeling pain Or, at least, without experiencing a blinding pain with every movement of a muscle. Two more meters.

It was then that the sniper fired again. In the silence, Gemma heard a muffled sound and half a second later the bullet slipped into the girl's right side, smashing her a rib "Son of a bitch!" She cried. Suddenly the cell phone seemed even farther away, a whole series of new muscles had been torn off and launched new warning signals. She had no time to decide what to do, a fourth bullet went through the air and planted itself in her back.

Gemma saw all her hope crumble: the sniper was out there and could see her, she would never reach her cell phone, nor would she ever go home to her family, her friends. He would never have had a boyfriend or had the first kiss. She would never run or swim again. She would never get up from that lawn again. By now also incapable of moving her legs Who knows what that last bullet hit, Gemma could not help but cry. She turned her head to the right, from where the blows came roughly: it seemed to her for a moment to see a reflection in the woods but maybe it was just her brain that was delirious.

She tried to scream, to call for help, but her whispers reached only a few meters from her. With her face in the grass waiting for death, her red hair spread out in front of her, Gemma surrendered. Every now and then the sniper gave signs of life by shooting a few shots around where she was lying, just to let her know she wasn't alone. Gemma still didn't understand why that man had killed her. She had never hurt anyone, she just wanted to live a happy life. She felt more and more cold, her sight was increasingly blurred, then suddenly everything went out.

From the hill that Monika had chosen as a base, Gemma seemed dead. She fired another couple of shots but her target did not react in any way. At least forty minutes had passed since the last time she hit her. Still shaken by the last orgasm of that afternoon, Monika put the rifle she had just used to kill an innocent girl in the car. A friend of her sister, moreover. She felt alive, the world around her was brighter than ever.


Please let me second the request for pregnant victims.

I am certain that you have many fans. Your most ardent admirers are simply unable to type with both hands by the time they finish your story. The others are busy nitpicking.

I enjoy the style, and I don't mind if the verb tenses aren't always correct. English is hard. I would only request you check your pronouns. I find myself skipping "he/him" so I can get to my preferred "she/her" action. That's my one handed nitpicking.


Masturbation is the sincerest form of flattery, so thanks. Pregnant girls will arrive but not for the next. I have a sketched idea but I have to think about it.


Yeah, I'm still enjoying your stuff quite a lot, and I'm sorry I haven't posted sooner.

I really liked Afternoon of Study, even though I'm not terribly into throat slitting. The concept, the setting, and your attention to detail all came together nicely.

I loved Home Raid, again, despite not being a huge fan of throat slitting. Your description of Julie was spot on, and she behaved exactly as I would've wanted. Thank you so much for posting that!

I would second what dudet said about pronouns. They can be a bit of a distraction when reading about a female character being referred to as he or him.


A little longer than usual but I really liked writing this. English has too many pronouns, I hope I got them all right this time. Let me know if you like it. Enjoy it!

Trust Me

"Come on Alessandra, it will be a good party, we'll have fun, trust me! Everyone will be there, even Tiziano! Don't get prayed, put on something nice, I'll pick you up at 9pm"

Alessandra was not really the party type: she could not stand alcohol and was particularly closed in on herself, she did not like the confusion. How Teresa had become her friend was a mystery to everyone, there was an old joke that said that introverts make friends when an extrovert decides to adopt them. Teresa had adopted Alessandra. She was the opposite of her friend, witty, funny, with so much energy on her to make the world explode. Blonde, bobbed hair and a physique that her best friend envied her. Not that Alessandra was a ugly girl, on the contrary, but when confronted with Teresa she always felt a little uncomfortable.

A white blouse and a green skirt were the clothes she had chosen for the evening. Her brown hair was tied up in a braid, her brown eyes, magnified by large eyeglasses, flew insecure from side to side. They weren't clothes she would have bought, the skirt was a little too short for her taste but Teresa was stubborn and one day she showed up at her house with a dozen different clothes. Stuff she didn't use anymore, she said. Certainly more expensive and daring clothes than those Alessandra could afford.

Teresa stopped with the car in front of her, took a look at her friend's look.

"You are fantastic! Jump on"

Smiling, Alessandra got into the car with Teresa. While Alessandra was still only 17 years old, her friend had already turned 18 and had immediately taken her license. This car was the gift for her eighteenth birthday, she loved it. Alessandra observed her friend: a wonderful blue dress reached her mid-thigh, tightened at the waist by a black belt. Her breasts were beautiful even without an excessive neckline. A night of entertainment was ahead of them.

The party was held in an old factory outside the city. For a moment, Alessandra regretted having accepted seeing all those people and loud music, but sometimes Teresa's enthusiasm was contagious. They entered and took a cocktail each. By the time Teresa had finished her, Alessandra hadn't even arrived in half. Going around the party, they met several classmates including, of course, Tiziano. They knew each other since they were eleven and Alessandra had a crush on him for at least a year. But he had been engaged for a long time with a girl from another class and Alessandra was not perfidious enough to get in the way despite of Teresa's encouragement. But now he was single again and her friend never missed an opportunity to make them meet.

The evening went on for a long time. Tiziano was with two friends that the girls did not know, Simone, a mulatto boy, Italian father and Moroccan mother, and Giulio, a handsome blond boy with short hair; the five sat down at a table and began to chat, surrounded by alcohol and music. Slowly Teresa pushed her friend towards Tiziano while she seemed to have stuck to Giulio. Simone, now fifth wheel of the wagon, decided to get up to seek his fortune elsewhere.

It was Tiziano who carried on the conversation, they talked about this and that, remembering old events, Alessandra always with her head down caressing the back of her neck. Tiziano put his hand under her chin and lifted her face.

"You have beautiful eyes" In an instant Alessandra turned as red as a tomato, he drew back "Sorry, I am banal but I had to say it", a half smile escaped her "No no. Rather. Is cute. No one had ever told me” They stared at each other for a while, his hand over hers “Shall we find a quieter place to talk?” Alessandra's heart was beating wildly, she turned toward her friend only to find her entwined with Giulio, engaged in a heavy exchange of saliva. She was alone. She looked back at Tiziano, looked at his blue eyes and his slightly curly black hair, his fresh beard, his sweet smile. Trying to appear as calm as possible, Alessandra said "Sure".

They both got up hand in hand. Alessandra turned back looking for her friend's gaze but she was too busy with her new conquest. With her heart bursting in the chest, the girl followed Tiziano into a dark corner of the room, he leaned her against the wall and kissed her. Alessandra returned the kiss and soon they found themselves stuck to the wall, lost in each other. The people around them kept screaming and dancing but they didn't care. He felt her small breasts, she didn't resist. Tiziano tried to raise her skirt but she stopped him "Wait, wait. Not here. Don't you have a quieter place? Only the two of us" the look that Alessandra gave him left him no choice "I know a place, trust me".

He took her to a secluded wing of the former factory, this place was full of rooms, cafeterias, and changing rooms. What he was looking for was the caretaker's bedroom. After making sure that no one had their own idea, he took the girl inside the room and closed the door. On the threshold, Alessandra looked around: it was a pretty room, light green walls, white tiles. Bright but without windows; on the walls there were some fairly trivial paintings of landscapes and in the corner there was a small wooden wardrobe. The music arrived muffled so much that, if you didn't pay attention, it almost seemed to disappear. What occupied more than half of the room was a large double bed, right in the middle. Alessandra looked at it with excitement mixed with embarrassment. "It is here that it will happen"

Tiziano took her face in his hands and started kissing again, rolling on the bed. She took off her glasses and placed them on the bedside table. She regretted never having switched to contact lenses since her sight without glasses was not perfect but it was certainly not the sight that would have helped her that night.

Suddenly, the sound of keys turning in the door interrupted the two lovers. It was Simone, Tiziano's friend, who did not show the slightest sign of embarrassment at having caught them in bed. Alessandra looked at him confused.

"Hey, you could also expect me!"

"What the fuck Simone, I told you to wait until I did the first lap alone!"

"Fuck your first lap, you left me alone like a jerk. Give me this little bitch here"

Simone grabbed the girl by the arms raising her from the bed, she looked at Tiziano bewildered

"What's going on Tiziano?"

"Sorry dear. First the friends, then the pussy. "

"Let me go" Alessandra struggled but was at least twenty pounds too light to put up any real resistance. She still managed to turn around and scratch Simone's face with her nails.

"Shit, this cat has claws!" He gave her an upright in her stomach, so strong it took her breath away. She fell to the ground, red in the face.

"Don't disassemble her!"

"She started it," he spat on her hair, then bending down he took her hands and tied them behind her back with a pair of handcuffs. He lifted her from the ground and brought her to her knees

Tiziano got up and, hands on his knees, he turned to the girl.

"Now let's do a nice game, Alessandra. I would ask you if you want to participate but you don't really have a choice. You can still decide whether to make it simple, and in that case we could all have fun, or try to resist. In that case it won't be pleasant for you but we will still have what we want "

Simone knelt in front of her, clasped his hands and with a teasing tone said to her: "Please, resist. I love when they resist. "

"Ignore him, he's an idiot. The choice is up to you Alessandra. We'll fuck you anyway. But it doesn't have to be an unpleasant experience."

The girl started crying "I want to go home"

"You will go there, God forbid. But first we all have a little fun together. You seemed so excited a little while ago" he puts a hand in her underpants "you're still wet"

Alessandra stared in astonishment at the two boys, breathing with difficulty. She had always known Tiziano, how could he do this "There was no need for this, Tiziano. I … I was consenting, we had to … "

"Tell this idiot. If it had been for me we would have had the first fuck just the two of us, tenderly. I would have caught your virginity and… you are a virgin, aren't you? "

The girl bowed her head sobbing. She would lose her virginity in a rape. Never she would have thought of being in such a situation.

"But enough talk" he lifted her up and slammed her on the bed from side to side, on her back. He lifted her skirt and took off her white underpants, admiring her beautiful slit "Don't worry, you'll like this too", he bent between the girl's legs and started licking, stimulating her clitoris with his tongue. On the other side of the bed, Simone had taken out his cock and was trying to put it in her mouth.

"Stand still and open your mouth"

"Please no"

He grabbed her throat with his hand

"I said open it!"

With her head upside-down, Alessandra was forced to swallow the boy's member.

"You remember that speech from before, right? Don't try to make jokes"

The girl nodded in terror as the two boys violated her. Simone grabbed the sides of her shirt and pulled on both sides, the buttons jumped easily, then grabbed the bra and tore it at the center, this time with a little more difficulty. Finally he could see the girl's small tits, he threw himself on them without ever taking his cock out of her mouth.

With horror Alessandra realized that, despite everything, her body was starting to get aroused, her nipples hardened, she felt a growing pleasure between her legs. On the contrary, her conscious part was terrified: disgusted by the piece of meat that continued to violate her mouth, which made it difficult to breathe, which humiliated her while the boy she liked was treating her no better than an inflatable doll. She could only hope that this torture would end soon.

Tiziano got up and gave a last touch "It's time Ale, you're about to become a woman" the girl, unable, did not answer, just muttered something. Without any delicacy, the boy penetrated her, Alessandra's eyes widened in surprise. A few strokes and she began to feel pain, Tiziano had pierced her hymen, blood began to come out of her vagina, he didn't stop or slow down. "So, what do you think of your first time? You have two good men to please you, you couldn't have hoped for better, right?" With her legs up and white shoes still at her feet, Alessandra could do nothing but suffer.

The violence continued, in spite of herself the girl was feeling pleasure and inside she hated herself for this. A growing pleasure as Tiziano pushed her. All of a sudden she arched her back caught by a powerful orgasm, the shame followed soon after: they were raping her and she had just come. "Hey! This bitch has just come! I told you that underneath she was a pretty slut” hearing Tiziano talking like that about her was like putting salt on the wound. Had he always treated her kindly, had he always pretended so far?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Simone's member who had decided to have enough and who emptied its entire load into Alessandra's mouth. Taken by surprise, the girl swallowed the first sketches then tried to dodge but the boy would not let her. She risked choking while the sperm ended up in the airways amid Simone's fun and excitement. Seeing her struggling with the lack of air was what Tiziano lacked to finally come, unloading everything inside her.

The two boys went out almost at the same time, Tiziano took the girl's panties to clean his penis, Simone used the collar of her shirt.

"Do not hope too much, slut, this was only the first round."

Sobbing, Alessandra screamed at him "I'm not a slut, Tiziano, and you know it!"

He approached her, took her cheeks with one hand "You followed me here to fuck me, you sucked my friend's cock with enthusiasm and you came while we raped you. I'm sorry Ale, but you're a slut ”.

Simone laughed, she sniffed "It's not true" she turned her head to the side to cough, a few drops of cum trickled from her lips "You're bastards". Tiziano put a finger on her lips "Now stop that little mouth, we're starting again" they brought Alessandra to her knee at the end of the bed, each massaging his member to regain an erection. The frightened look of the poor girl was enough to quickly return in strength even without counting her half-naked body. Tiziano was the first to recover, grabbed Alessandra's head and shoved his cock inside her mouth, then it was Simone's turn to do the same. Between saliva and sperm, the two friends shared a hole to break, regardless of whether this hole was the mouth of a crying friend. Alessandra wanted to throw up but resisted because she didn't know how they would react. By now she automatically passed from one cock to another, trying to please the two boys as much as possible.

Tired of bouncing off the girl's head, they threw her back on the bed, on her stomach. In front of her was Tiziano while Simone took his place above her. Alessandra felt that he lifted her skirt and spread her buttocks "Please Tiziano, don't let him do it, please stop him AAAH!" The boy penetrated her from behind without hesitation, cum and saliva the only lubricants he used. Eyes wide with pain, she felt Tiziano raise her face again "I didn't lie, you really have beautiful eyes" He brought his member back to the girl's mouth and started raping her again "Everything will be fine, trust me"

The pain was terrible, her asshole was too narrow to be used like this. Her arms, still tied behind her back, were beginning to hurt her, her fingers twitched, they were the only thing she could move. Simone thought for a moment to tighten them too in a vice but he liked to see them twitch.

They went on for a long time, Simone came without pulling out his penis from Alessandra's ass, while Tiziano took it out a few seconds before ejaculating, took it in his hand and shot into her face, her eyes and her hair. Leaving her sobbing on the bed, the two sat on the floor in front of the bed.


"Sure! Fuck it's warm! "

"Next time we bring a fridge" Tiziano took a long drink

"Ale, do you want one?" She didn't answer, kept on sobbing.

"She already drank enough cum," they both laughed.

"In addition, she doesn't like alcohol, she has not even finished her cocktail"

To Alessandra, these looked like memories of a lifetime ago.

The two boys drained their beers, then got up.

"It was fun Ale, we should do it again sometimes" Tiziano took a handkerchief and took a little spunk from the girl's face "Didn't you have fun?" No answer "I said: didn't you have fun?" A slight nod with the head "Great!" he gave her a light kiss on the lips while Simone took off the handcuff "We go back to the party, you stay to sleep if you want". They dressed and, giving each one a last slap on the girl's ass, they left the room.

Finally alone, Alessandra could cry without restraining herself. In absolute silence the music of the party reached her ears, people enjoying themselves while she was there to experience the worst pain, the worst humiliation of her life. She hated them. She hated that room, which an hour before had seemed so welcoming, hated those two pigs who had just raped her, hated Tiziano who had deceived her so much, how could he have done this to her? He hated Teresa who had dragged her there. "Everyone will be there, even Tiziano!" he could almost hear her voice. And now she'll be fucking somewhere with some asshole. She hated him too. She hated herself for not being able to react, she hated her body for having an orgasm while they raped her. She hated everything, even those who had always loved her. Her world had turned black.

Motionless on the bed, she heard the music change pace a couple of times, still sobbing. Her whole body was hurting, the terrible scenes she had just passed kept coming back to her mind. Slowly, she sat on the bed and looked around. She could not find underwear, bra and cell phone, they probably took it all as booty. The shirt was in pieces, they hadn't even pulled it off, it had been clinging to her arms all the time, what mattered was seeing her breasts. She tried to fasten the shirt stained with blood and sperm but most of the buttons had skipped. Only a couple were miraculously saved, one at the top and one in the middle. She covered herself as best she could. On the floor, her glasses, fallen who knows when, a lens was cracked. She looked down for the first time, blood, semen and various body fluids were encrusting between her thighs. There was no bathroom in the room, she had to clean herself with a sheet. She looked for a mirror to observe how her backside was but she couldn't find one; maybe it was better this way.

Staggering, she stood up, catatonic. She just wanted to go home, go to sleep and wake up the next morning. She wanted to find out that it was all a nightmare and that none of this had really happened. She opened the door of the room to return to the party.

Before she could turn on the lights, from the darkness, a figure fell on her full force. Alessandra felt a very strong pain in her stomach while an arm behind her back prevented her from falling. She sucked air to shout but that scream never came out "Surprise Ale". Outside the room, in the corridor, she saw Simone, while the figure who had jumped on her was Tiziano and he had just plunged a long knife into her stomach. With eyes wide with terror, Alessandra shook her head in disbelief, rested her right hand on the boy's shoulder.

"We thought you never came out, we were bored out there. A little joke, nothing personal." he turned the blade "You didn't really think we would let you go like this, would you? A little bird ready to tell the police what the two bad guys did to her, didn't you? "

"I won't say anything, please"

"Oh, I'm sure you won't say anything, not if I cut you like a fish!"

"Tiziano, please don't do it. I love you."

"I love you," Simone repeated, mocking her.

"Oh, the poor little girl in love," he pulled out the knife and sank it again, a little higher. She shrank on him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I don't want to die, please. I will do what you want, you can rape me when you want but not kill me ".

"So it is true that you are a slut" another stab, always in the stomach, more deeply than the others, Alessandra seemed to feel the knife come out of her back. When he removed the blade, Tiziano watched her gasp. Her terror was arousing him again.

"Let me try, let me try!" Simone took the friend's knife and stabbed the girl just below her right breast, a little on the side, he opened his mouth for the pleasure "Fuck, dude! We had to do it first! It became hard in an instant! "

"To whom do you say"

Simone took her in his arms and stabbed her twice more in the sternum, then threw her to the ground to squirm. He pulled his penis out again and began to masturbate, Tiziano, after a moment of hesitation followed his example. Not that it mattered what Alessandra thought of them now.

Lying in a pool of blood that kept growing, the girl had lost hope. Above her, like giants, the two boys who had stabbed her were masturbating on her agony. She could not tell if the whole world had gone mad or if she had never understood anything. She couldn't speak, she was out of breath; seized by sudden spasms, she coughed large drops of blood. Simone came at that moment splashing her face. Alessandra's agony lasted a few more minutes but in the end her brown eyes were staring into nothing. Tiziano also came when he saw life going out in his friend's eyes, he too concluded on her face.

Still dazed, the two boys started the last phase of the plan. They wrapped the girl's body in a plastic sheet and then in a carpet, it was light enough to be easily transportable. They came out of a side door far from prying eyes and loaded it into the trunk of the car away from the confusion.

Teresa's car was parked in a dark corner, not too far from the factory. It was swaying up and down, someone was working hard inside. On the passenger seat, facing the rear, was Teresa, still wearing her blue dress. Below her, Giulio, who was panting harder as he moved the girl up and down, up and down, with his hands on her hips. With a last moan, he too emptied into the girl's loins. No longer supported by Giulio, Teresa fell to the side, into the driver's seat with her chest, stomach and throat battered by at least thirty stab wounds. Giulio squeezed again the beautiful breast of his victim just as he saw two headlights approaching from a distance.

"Why did you take so long?"

"She didn't want to leave the room, we got bored to death"

"Oh poor fellow. Next time I want a nice comfortable bed "

He loaded Teresa's body into the trunk next to Alessandra's.

"What the hell do you want, we left you the prettiest friend!"

"It may be, but yours was not bad either, you know?"

"Come on, let's go and bury them in the usual place, later we will burn the car"

"Did you remember to take bra and panties this time?"

"Shut up and drive"


This was awesome! I loved it.

And yes, you got all the pronouns right. :)


It was the far 2004 when a young and aroused OfixN decided to write his first snuff story. It evolved into a small series of stories about a club that kidnapped girls and had them killed by wealthy clients. Then Hostel came out in theaters, goodbye millions of takings. A bit rough story but I reread it after a long time and it's less worse than I remembered. I would be lying if I said that the victim is not inspired by anyone in particular. I leave this story here out of nostalgia. Something else coming in tomorrow (she's a bit slow, she's five months pregnant). Enjoy it!


Dark. Yet she had opened her eyes. Of one thing she was sure: she was not in her room. The stone floor beneath her, a strange taste in her mouth, was nothing familiar to her. Had she been drinking? She wasn't the girl who drank a lot. She vaguely remembered that the night before she had gone out with some friends: they had gone to a pizzeria and then to a nearby pub. Had she been drinking? She thought again. A little something, even if she didn't think she had exaggerated. Had she been drugged?

As soon as her mind had formulated this thought a cold shiver ran down her back. She had seen too many similar stories in the newspapers, girls drugged and locked up in dark closets to satisfy the sick sexual appetites of some maniac.

She stood up abruptly. She felt no pains except for a slight headache and therefore she excluded to have suffered violence. "So far," she found herself thinking. Perhaps she had really drunk too much and was now simply unable to recognize the place that at other times would have seemed familiar. Maybe it was because of too much glasses of beer or maybe darkness … darkness? Now that she thought about it she realized that the room was not as dark as it had seemed at first: torches were lit on the walls and illuminated the room with a faint light. The walls looked like stone as did the floor.

A shiver. She seemed to be the victim in Jigsaw who wakes up wearing a contraption that would have robbed her of life in a few moments. She almost expected to hear at any moment a deep voice that would have greeted her by calling her by name "Hi Marta" and then starting to list the sins for which she would be punished as the voice of a fanatical preacher who wanted to teach her own victims the joy of life. She quickly dismissed this thought: first, she was not imprisoned in any diabolical mechanism and then no reason came to mind for which Jigsaw would have wanted to kidnap her. She was a good girl, 17 years old, a high school student, with no connection to drugs, suicide attempts or anything like that behind her …

She realized again that she did nothing but say bullshit: that was just a movie and there was no Jigsaw looking for victims. Not that it made her feel better, there were psychopaths who didn't need a reason to kill you, they meet you on the street and begin to desire your death. Even if they manage to hold themselves at the moment this desire begins to gnaw at the brain like a worm until they can't take it anymore in the middle of the night and get out of bed to vent their instincts by surprising their victim in her sleep and then torturing her and then finally killing her.

She stood up. Her eyes had become accustomed to the darkness and she looked around "Is there anyone?" She said. They were her first words since she had woken up in that room. No one answered her. She estimated that the room was large enough, about as much as a medium-sized room only in a circular shape. She touched the wall with one hand and was almost surprised to feel it warm to the touch. She imagined it was a cold rock and instead emanated a pleasant sensation of warmth. And indeed the room was neither cold nor humid. Indeed, it seemed to have been recently cleaned.

"Can anyone hear me?" She said again. At those words a figure advanced from darkness. Marta had not noticed him before, perhaps because he was in the least illuminated area of ​​the room. He didn't say a word, he seemed impassive in front of the astonishment and terror of the girl. Marta observed his features: a black suit that covered the whole body, including hands. The suit didn't seem made of a normal cloth but sturdier stuffed stuff, kevlar or something like that occurred to her. A white mask with skeletal features covered his face, while in his hand he held two small swords held low as if he wanted to be admired.

At this vision the girl felt a wave of pure terror and barely managed to hold back a scream. She felt a primordial sensation coming from her stomach and heading towards her brain. Fear. Terror. The animal fear that pervades the prey in the moment of need, in the moment in which it must face its predator, in the moment in which it is chosen whether to live or die (Jigsaw comes back to mind again) to succumb to the adversary or not.

"Who are you? What the fuck do you want from me? "

She found the strength to scream at that apparition even with her voice broken with fear. The apparition did not reply, did no gestures of any kind, merely observed her, looking her up and down. That silence terrified her even more than any threats. Did that silence mean that he didn't consider her anything? That it didn't matter at all to answer her questions since he would soon kill her? She groped for the wall behind her, reached it and began to look desperately for something, a window, a door, a brick that moved to reveal a secret passage, anything. The person present in the room kept looking at her without moving a muscle. He knew, like her inside, that there was no exit from that room. Marta turned slowly; the figure had not taken a single step. She caught her breath and asked again in a calm voice

"What do you want from me?"

Not even this time the figure said anything but, kneeling down, he placed the sword he held in his left hand on the ground and pushed it firmly towards Marta. The sword stopped at the feet of the girl who looked at the man questioningly. He waved his sword to her and she took the sword from the floor. She looked at the weapon in her hand: it looked like the classic ancient weapon. It looked straight out of the movie "The gladiator", it was about a meter long and very well sharpened. It was perhaps a couple of pounds heavy and her inexperienced hand could move it without too much difficulty. She was well balanced and concluded that it could hit with the tip and both cuts. She looked away from the sword and looked the man in the eye. The mask prevented her from seeing the expression on her face but his eyes were visible. They were young eyes, certainly not belonging to an adult man. What she had in front of her must have been a boy, perhaps of her age or a little more. The eyes betrayed not fear but almost fun.

Marta jumped when a flash of madness crossed those eyes. At the same time the man's body was placed in a fighting position with his right hand, which held a sword equal to that of the girl, forward. He sprinted towards her without making a sound, vibrated horizontally with the blade but stopped before he hit his victim who hadn't even had time to realize the attack. Marta, after looking death in the face, awoke as if from a dream and, although she had never used a sword, she prepared herself to fight. It was an absurd feeling, she would never have thought of fighting for her life against an unknown, armed with a sword she had only seen in movies so far.

The figure, pleased that Marta had agreed to resist, began to launch attacks against her. The girl was forced on the defensive but the man's blows were neither too fast nor powerful and she managed to avoid them or intercept them even though she feared that her opponent was capable of much more skill.

Even in that way the clash was still uneven: she had to act if she didn't want one of those shots to finally hit the mark. Her brain was like it didn't think, the body reacted automatically to the lunges. Moving to the right she managed to dodge. The man did not expect such a move and leaned forward while she made a complete rotation of the body and found herself behind the opponent to whom she hit the right shoulder inflicting a showy wound. The man walked away quickly to avoid a second blow, got on his knees and brought his left hand on the cut. He looked at the blood on his fingers and then again at Marta. Her enthusiasm soon turned to regret when she saw the small amount of damage inflicted and wished she had put more strength into it or aimed at a more vulnerable point: if the blow had reached his neck, just higher up, her aggressor at that time would have been grounded in agony. Probably he also reached the same conclusion as a movement of fear seemed to shake him. He stood up again before the girl could take advantage and, taking up the sword in his hand, returned to the assault.

He did not seem to feel the slightest pain from his shoulder and his attacks were not affected, indeed, fear probably increased his enthusiasm. This time Marta found herself in difficulty in blocking his attacks. She began to back away quickly, always under the pressure of her opponent. The two began to spin around the room like a pair of dancers engaged in some kind of deadly dance.

The girl, taking advantage of a successful parade, tried to counterattack that was easily dodged. She began to get tired: her arms hurt and more than once her legs risked to intertwine making her fall to the ground and condemning her to death. How long have they been fighting? An hour? A minute? Several hours? She was unable to say. She began to despair of being able to win. Began? She had always known that she would never be able to win, she had accepted the challenge only to not tacitly surrender to fate. Her opponent, on the other hand, seemed to suffer from no fatigue nor from shoulder injury; indeed, his speed continued to increase. He was obviously bloodthirsty.

He struck a quick shot from above with violence, the girl managed to catch the impact by holding the sword with both hands but remained unbalanced for a moment. He took advantage of it and made a quick gesture with his left hand. He didn't strike with too much force because he didn't want it to be fatal. The blade penetrated for a few centimeters in Marta's flesh, she gave a cry before falling backwards. She stood up bent over in pain, her left hand resting on the wound. She was beginning to sob. She had believed that it was all over, that the fight had ended when she felt that pain in her side. Instead he hadn't moved. He stood watching her as she writhed in pain. He didn't seem satisfied. He wanted the duel to continue. He still wanted to play. Marta stared at him still bent over. The bloody left hand. She realized that it would not be a quick death. Her eyes were still full of tears when she got up to continue the fight.

She plunged full of anger on his opponent: he would kill her, she knew it and for this she was furious with him. She thought that everything he had done up to that point had been useless: friends, school, her family, nothing mattered anymore. She was about to die. She didn't even think for a moment of asking for mercy: she knew her murderer would never give it to him, his eyes sparkled with excitement. It was funny: she talked about that man like her murderer even though he hadn't killed her yet. Was she the first? Or had others already known that fate? Would there have been others? This was wondering while her body in an almost automatic way still fought for survival with parades and lunges while the mind had already resigned itself to the end. She would never have expected it that way, fate sometimes plays tricks.

She swerved a direct blow to the heart and tried to counterattack. Her adversary moved easily, sending the attack to nothing. Marta cut the air with her sword and found the man behind her. Without thinking, she turned abruptly and screaming directed a violent diagonal blow to his neck. He parried the blow without getting upset and with a quick movement he hit her with his shoulder, sending her violently into the wall. Trying to recover from the blow Marta looked the weapon with her hand and realized with horror that she could not find her; she looked around and saw that it had been knocked off in the collision. She saw that the masked man approached the sword and, after having looked at her, thrown it away with a kick, he was heading towards her. At that moment all the courage Marta had supported so far disappeared. Now she was helpless. She stood up and leaned against the wall. He put his sword down, pulled out his dagger and came to her front. The girl could not move, she was paralyzed with terror: she stared at the ice eyes of that figure and he returned her gaze. Perhaps he was beginning to pity his victim? Perhaps she would eventually be saved?

With a lightning-fast click the man grabbed Marta by the throat with his left hand holding her locked to the wall at least ten centimeters from the ground. The poor girl was terrified: that hand was like a vice that prevented her from breathing; she tried to speak but only a whisper came out. She kicked frantically and tried in vain to free herself. The time seemed to slow down: the man was impassive and watched her struggle to find some air. Suddenly she felt a cold pang in her stomach. She knew what it was before she saw it. She looked down and saw the knife penetrate her all into the flesh. He loosened his grip and brought her back to the ground.

Marta looked at the figure in front of her with a surprised air. She was trying to figure out what he was feeling behind that mask. She felt the cold blade inside her depriving her of the strength she had left. The murderer (now she could really call him that) took out the knife and sank it again and again. Marta's eyes widened and her mouth fell open in front of those new stabs. She felt the body of the man on her, she almost kneeling, looking over that white mask: why was this happening?

The man turned the knife in the wound. The girl made a gurgling noise and felt blood flow up her throat and out through her mouth. The killer took out the dagger and dropped the girl to the ground. She fell on her side: she waited for that being to finish it. More blood came out of her mouth, forming a small puddle on the floor. At that point, seeing that the man did not move, she summoned all her strength and managed to kneel.

She laid her hands on her stomach in an absurd attempt to stop the wounds. The pain was tremendous; she began to cry: "I don't want to die" she thought "not now, not like this. I have so many things to do, so many projects … all lost! "She looked at her hand and found it gross with blood. She began to crawl forward trying to put a few feet between her and the killer. She suddenly felt his steps: he was approaching. "No, please," she said between sobs, still moving. The man grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and and raised her to her knees. She felt that with one hand he held her head high and with the other he rested the blade on her neck. She was unable to react "No no no no … please no, don't …" With a slow but firm movement the blade passed from left to right tearing her throat and interrupting that plea.

The killer let her go and she fell forward holding her hand over her throat. The blood flowed copiously from the wound, first wetting the neck and then smearing the top of the shirt red. She turned around and with energies that she did not believe she possessed, she got up and walked towards the one who had just wounded her to death. He was still, he only moved his head to observe her. Marta reached him a few centimeters but then her legs gave way, dropping her on her knees in front of the man. She clung to his shoulders and stared into his eyes. She was dying, the energies were leaving her. She seemed to feel another stab in her chest but she wasn't sure: by now the body was no longer responding. She fell with her face turned upwards. She kept on spitting blood. Here, she was finally dying. Dark.


This story gave me more problems than I expected but in the end I'm almost satisfied. Enjoy it!

It was all your fault

It was 7 pm, Vanessa was preparing dinner for her boyfriend, Diego. The girl was 22 years old, shoulder-length light brown hair, brown eyes. She was at the fifth month of pregnancy and her belly was beginning to be evident. A pair of blue leggings and a light gray robe was all she needed to wander around the house waiting for her man to arrive. On the television they gave a replica of a western TV show, she wasn't so interested in the plot, it was right to have some noise in the background. From what she heard a gunslinger had arrived in the city and had entered the feud between two families.

It was a pleasant April evening, the sun was beginning to set and she had prepared a nice roast chicken with potatoes to eat with Diego and the little … Child. They hadn't wanted to know the sex of the unborn child, it would have been a surprise so for now for everyone was just Child.

At about 8am Diego finally arrived home, Vanessa ran to hug him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips "Welcome back!" Diego's eyes were bright, Vanessa could recognize when he drank and repeatedly tried in vain to make him stop. It was no longer like the year before when he had come to hit her a couple of times but every now and then he still came home after having first made a long stop at the bar.

"You drank, didn't you?"

"Only a couple of beers with Luca"

It wasn't a couple of beers.

"Honey, I told you you don't have to drink when you drive, I'm afraid"

"I told you, they were just a couple of beers"

"You don't want to leave Child without a father, do you?"

Diego frowns a moment "He would still have you"

"I would die of a broken heart!" She giggled putting her hand on her chest "Come on, I'm kidding. You should drink less anyway "

He smiled at her "I'll try"

"Let's eat, I made a mouth-watering chicken"

The two ate well, Vanessa was a really good cook.

"Aim for the hearth, Ramon" said the protagonist of the film shortly before he fell to the ground hit by a shot.

Diego swallowed another glass of wine, Vanessa looked at him thoughtfully. She tried to distract him to keep him from drinking.

"I saw some stuff for Child's bedroom, it was on sale, great price and good quality. If that's ok, let's go and get it on Sunday. "

He watched her, nodding. At least he had put down his glass.

I also wrote down a few names, Silvia is a name I would love for a female. "

"It's a beautiful name," he admitted unenthusiastically.

"I also thought of repainting the bedroom but for that there is still time, if anything I can think about it, Domenico will give me a hand …"

Diego darkened to hear the name of Domenico. Vanessa noticed it but did not yield. Domenico was always like a shadow in their midst. He had known Vanessa since they were children and they played together in the courtyard. Between them there had never been anything but a fantastic friendship that had continued throughout the school years and beyond. Diego had never accepted this friendship, he had always feared that between the two there was more, Vanessa did not laugh with him as she laughed with Domenico, she did not spend whole afternoons with him sending him messages as she did with Domenico. She reassured him, he was the only man she needed and she kept telling him she loved him all the time. Which was true: Vanessa loved Diego despite all his faults and would never betray him. Nevertheless, he continued to look at her childhood friend with suspicion.

"Don't you accept it yet?"

He slammed his hand on the table, making Vanessa jump

"No it don't accept it! Always with that cretin, always at his feet. I break my ass every day and you … "

"Diego calm down, I …"

"They saw you, did you know? This morning, at the bar, in the square. Always with that Domenico! "

Vanessa thought back to the morning. She had actually gone to the bar with Domenico but just to have a chat. He had talked to her about a woman who had started dating but one hour only and they said goodbye "

"Did we have a coffee, what should I do, stay indoors all day?"

"No, but …" Diego frowned, alcohol and anger confused his ideas "I don't want you to see him. Even Luca before … "

"Tell him to mind his own business!" Luca had never liked her, he drank more than Diego and occasionally got stuck in some shady traffic. And he was a fucking misogynist.

"But he's right, you shouldn't be so close, this thing drives me crazy. Even when in November you both followed that course … "

"And now what does it have to do with it?"

Diego sniffed "Luca made me think. The doctor said you are in the fifth month, right? "

Vanessa opened her mouth in disbelief. "Do you really think we lied to you? That we are lovers and that the child is his? "

"And what should I believe?" Was in tears.

"Diego, I love you" she approached to caress his cheek. At that moment, Vanessa's cell phone, leaning against the table, received a message. She went for half a second with her eyes to the sound source. Something snapped in Diego's head, from behind his back he pulled out a gun and pointed it at his girlfriend. She suddenly turned white.

"Don't you dare answer"

"Diego, what do you want to do?" Vanessa rose from her chair and backed away to the kitchen counter.

He stood up and held the gun pointed "Put an end to doubts once and for all"

"Where did you get that?" Diego had never had a weapon, he never even thought of taking one.

He thought about it for a second. "Curious, I can't remember. So: do you have a relationship with Domenico? "

"I already told you that …"


Vanessa jumped for the sudden scream. She looked around: she had come to the corner of the counter and could no longer back away. The hand instinctively grabbed a kitchen knife that was resting on the cabinet and pointed it at Diego.

"No! I repeat it to you another time, I love only you" the girl's voice was broken by tears "The child is yours, do not hurt me, I pray you "the hand with the knife trembled violently, the other hand protected the baby bump .

"LIAR!" Diego fired, his face flushed with alcohol and anger. The blow reached Vanessa just at the vagina, destroying her genitals and painting the cabinet behind her red. The girl took a few seconds to figure out that he had actually shot her. The knife fell from her hand, her whole body began to tremble. In shock she brought a hand to the wound and found it stained with blood and bits of meat. She couldn't accept that all that blood dripping towards the floor really belonged to her, there had to be a mistake, a joke of some kind. She couldn't accept that Diego had shot her.

"That's what you deserve, bitch"

Another shot, this time the bullet hit her belly, followed immediately by another shot, just to the left of the last one. Her knees gave way and the girl dropped down the sideboard, leaving a red trail behind her. With trembling lips and wide eyes, he looked alternately at Diego and the belly that held her child.

"What the fuck did you do Diego?"

"I killed that bastard and the slut who conceived him"

He walked over to her, slipped his fingers into the holes in her shirt and tore it off. He admired the wounds on Vanessa's swollen belly, then threw himself greedily at her breasts, starting to bite and suck.

"Stop Diego, please. Call an ambulance!"

"Are you fucking me? An ambulance! Now I'll fuck you! I'll show you how to treat a bitch"

He turned her on her stomach, not listening to her screams of agony and lowering her pants.

"Your cunt is out of the game, let's try something new. You never wanted to try it, now I'll have fun!" He penetrated violently her ass, leaning all his weight on the girl.

"Please, you're hurting me, stop!"

"Shut up, a whore like you doesn't have to talk"

The pain of the rape and the weight of her companion weighing on her belly sent waves of pain throughout her body, her brain could not work out an escape from all this. Soon she stopped fighting, she was just consuming energy unnecessarily. He came after a few minutes, spraying her on the back.

"I bet I fuck much better than Domenico, didn't I, Vanessa?"

Rising on her elbows, the girl felt waves of nausea, felt something rising from her stomach and looked with horror at the blood that came out of her mouth. Her hands trembled like leaves.

"Help me Diego, I beg you!"

A shot, a strong pain in the middle of the back "NO …" Diego grabbed her arm and turned her. He wanted to look into her eyes.

"Remember, it was all your fault"

Vanessa wanted to answer but two more shots reached her, one for each breast, at close range. She was dying and she knew it. She could not move a muscle, the pain was constant, she felt the blood flow warm from the wounds. She thought of the child inside her that he would never be born. He was probably already dead. She thought of all the projects she had with Diego, now unattainable. The last thing the poor girl saw was her boyfriend with her cell phone in his hand who was taking photos of her. Someone knocked violently on the door but it was too late, her eyes staring into space.

Diego sent the photos of the dying girl to Domenico, he also wrote a message "This is what your slut deserved". Send.

Outside the door, someone kept knocking, Diego looked again at the corpse of the girl who had betrayed him.

"I loved you Vanessa. It was all your fault"

He pointed the gun at his temple and pulled the trigger.

He died before reaching the ground, his body fell with his head resting on Vanessa's belly. The young couple lay in a pool of blood, one next to the other.


Fuck I loved that!



I'm glad you like it, this story was inspired by your old comment. I can't promise you only pregnant girl and pussy shot but I will try to get someone in now and then. However my first shot or stab usually is in the stomach so you just have to mentally lower the first attack by a few cm :)


Hundreds of hours playing Crusader Kings 2 wrote this story. Enjoy it!

For the Sake of the Kingdom

"It's not an easy choice, you have to believe me"

Princess Jaine was in tears, her hands tied behind her back, she walked barefoot in the corridors of the prison. She was 14 years old, her long blond hair she spent hours brushing had been cut off and now they were short and dirty. A simple brown robe covered her body almost to her ankles, it was torn between the legs to allow better movement; a piece of fabric was wrapped around her waist.

She had spent the last month in a prison in what was once her father's castle. Now he was dead, along with her mother and her brothers. She and her sister Cat were the last ones left. She could not have known all that had happened but she knew that somehow armed men led by her uncle had entered the castle and killed all those she loved. She and her sister had been shut up in the dungeons until that day. It was her uncle who was escorting her.

"I didn't want it to end so, believe me. I would have let you live but someone could exploit you against me "

"Uncle, please don't do it, I don't want to hurt you"

"It's not that easy. Not everyone is on my side. Your father was a tyrant but not everyone wants to see me on the throne. Some want you on that piece of iron. You're his eldest daughter, it's your right. I can't allow it, you'll understand "

"I don't want that throne, uncle! Please let me go "

“But honey, I know this, but do you think it matters to them? One of them will marry you and use you to challenge my domain. There will be a war and the realm will bleed. All this will save thousands of lives, it is necessary even if unpleasant "

Finally they arrived in the room used for the execution. On the site there were already four soldiers together with Cat, Jaine's younger sister. In her heart she knew that her sister would share her own fate but seeing her there, really, got her a lump in her throat. She hadn't seen her since that tragic day, she knew they had found her trembling under her bed. She was 10 years old, her blond hair was cut too, she was dressed like her with the difference that her dress went all the way to the ground. The imprisonment had a bad effect on the girl, she was thin and pale, her face furrowed with too many tears, her blue eyes seemed larger than usual in that hollow face. In her hand she was clutching her favorite doll, given to her by her mother a long time ago.

On the ground, two ropes. Jaine shivered at the sight. She looked around for help on the faces of the men present: no one smiled, everyone had a serious expression.

"Please uncle, you can't kill us, let us go, we'll run away, you'll never see us again"

Cat also cried while not really understanding what was going on

"It wouldn't work, they would find you. Believe me, I've thought a lot about it, it's the best choice, even for you two "

"Uncle, I don't want to die, I …"

"Tie her too" a guard grabbed Cat's doll and threw it over one corner while another tied the girl's hands. She screamed in despair.

"Do it, we don't have time to discuss"

"Please uncle, there must be another way." Jaine screamed as they grabbed and dragged her, Cat was crying but it was much easier to lift and quickly they put a rope around her neck. Soon the rope was also placed around Jaine's neck, the two girls were in tears, side by side.

"At least let Cat go, please …"

The new king watched them for a few seconds

"Proceed" two of the men pulled the two ropes lifting Jaine and Cat off the ground. Cat's crying was cut off by the rope that began to tighten her neck, their bodies were raised towards the ceiling, just those twenty centimeters that prevented the two girls to touch the ground. Even so they did not exceed in height the men gathered there. Jaine was out of breath, the rope burned around her neck, her uncle stared at her with a sad expression. He was the same man who had taught her to ride horses, who gave her sweets secretly when she was younger. He just looked more tired.

She tried to kick but nothing seemed to be within reach. Pain from the neck spread to the lungs which began to burn in search of oxygen. She opened her mouth in search of air but the noose around her neck prevented her from breathing, the gesture that had always seemed so natural. A stream of saliva ran down from the corner of her mouth, the rope also prevented her from swallowing. She would like to plead but could not say a word, her legs kicking desperately for a foothold or, at least, hoping to hit one of the men around her.

She looked at her sister, also desperate for oxygen. She felt her lungs burn, panic assailed her, realizing that no one would save her, that she would never see the light of day again; a warm urine stream ran down her leg. She would not last long, flashes of light prevented her from seeing clearly, the men gathered around her only became fuzzy figures. Slowly the pain faded, a feeling of numbness filled her body. Maybe it was really better that way. Jaine stopped moving, dangling on her rope.

When the rope tightened around Cat's neck, the girl could not understand what was happening. The lack of contact with the ground was a new, unexpected sensation. Being lighter than the sister the noose pressed on her neck with less force but it was still enough to block her trachea. Kicking to look for a foothold, she ended up rotating on herself; as on a demonic merry-go-round she watched all the men gathered around her, saw her uncle and tried to scream for help but only her lips moved. The men around her were obviously uncomfortable but no one intervened. She saw the kicking sister, a terrified look on her face. Why didn't anyone help them? Her chest burned, the little air coming in from her neck was certainly not enough to satisfy her.

She was gasping like a fish, her face growing redder. Saliva was trickling down her chin, she was terribly afraid, her chest was on fire due to the lack of air. Where was her doll? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see it. She felt the urine flow down her leg, the embarrassment managed to peep into her brain short of oxygen. Her sister had stopped fidgeting but Cat kept kicking frantically, waving her hands but they were tied tightly behind her back. A gentle hand stopped her rotation, the girl was now at the end of her strength. Her chest no longer hurt so much but the room was getting darker. Slowly Cat also slipped into oblivion, her body dangling, still hanging on the rope.

The new king did not lose a second of the agony of his nieces, at least he owed this to them. Two pools of urine had formed under the two girls, their faces red and terrified. He left them on the rope five more minutes, then checked their pulse.

"It's over. Pull them down and bury them. We pray that their death saves the kingdom from the war"


The little Cat is my youngest victim ever and this is the only hanging I've ever written. Maybe I'll write more but I don't have many interesting ideas around hanging.

In a few days a story that I've been thinking about for a while about a group of friends and a camping. I already know it will become too long. On the other hand we will have a fair number of victims. Stay tuned!


Nice! Looking forward to the camping tale. I love a good Friday the 13th, slasher type story. I think your English is getting better with every post.

Keep it up!



"Mr [Redacted], where did you learn to write in English?"

"Can I skip this question?"

I don't know how you assumed it will be a slasher, a lot of things can happen to a group of camping girls (SPOILER: It will be, I want to do something more classic, less dramatic)


I suck with titles, be satisfied with this. As promised, here is my almost classic slasher tale. A lot of blood and fun for everyone! Enjoy it!

Slaughter Camp

"I have not yet understood why Cassandra wanted to bring Lorenzo too"

"He's her boyfriend and he's nice"

"Yes, he's nice but we had to be just the four of us all weekend! So instead there will always be him among us! "

In the car there were three girls, headed for a small campsite in the hills. At the helm was Elisa, 18, smooth black hair, fair skin, gray eyes. Small but firm, thin breast, a not particularly showy butt. It was she who did not agree with the inclusion of Lorenzo in their little trip. They had been friends for years and finally, now that she had taken her license, they could have a little vacation together. She had left Stefano, her boyfriend, at home. Cassandra should have done the same.

Next to her was Maria, 17, light brown hair, tied with a braid that started from the nape and went down to her shoulders, brown eyes and a slightly tanned skin. Athletic body and a beautiful breast, the buttocks showed that she was a girl who loved to keep fit. Maria was pleased with Lorenzo's presence: first he was a handsome boy and that never hurt, second he was a funny guy, always with a ready joke, always ready to come forward for a drink and an occasional smoked. Looking out the window, she found herself fantasizing about her friend's boyfriend.

On the back seat, next to the two crates of beer, there was Sonia trying to ignore the useless discussions of her friends by distracting herself with her cell phone. Green eyes, wavy brown hair and a beautiful round face. She had a few extra pounds but these did not affect her physical appearance. She had abundant breasts and just a little fat on her waist, she remained a beautiful girl. A pair of square eyeglasses completed the group's silent picture. She didn't care too much that Lorenzo was with them, he was a good guy and not too unpleasant. Her plan for the weekend was to relax and completely turn off her brain, perhaps with the help of some alcohol. It had been a particularly busy week.

Lorenzo and Cassandra traveled in the car behind them. On the passenger seat there was Cassandra, 17, blonde hair that went down to her back, blue eyes, a light blue band that held her hair. Even she was in good physical shape even if not as much as Maria. She was lower and with less breast but had two beautiful legs and a really nice butt. She looked out the window enjoying the view. She was thinking of the coming evening, she and Lorenzo would have a hut all to themselves. This didn't happen often and she couldn't wait to spend the night alone with her boyfriend.

Lorenzo, at the helm, was 19, short brown hair, green eyes. A strong jaw made even more evident by the freshly cut beard, a dry body, muscular but not too much. Unlike the girls, all students, he had already finished school and found a job as a warehouse worker. He hadn't thought of anything else since he learned of this little trip, he had with him everything he needed for an unforgettable weekend.

Cassandra began to tease the boy with a pinch on his face, then, giggling, went down the body until she started to caress his inside thigh. He smiled trying to get rid of her.

"Come on, Cas, I'm going astray in this way… won't you want to die here? Wait until tonight at least!"

"We will die happy then" she said looking at the bump that was forming in Lorenzo's pants "Are you sure you don't want to stop?"

"Don't be a child, we are almost there"

They had found a small campsite about an hour's drive from their city, a quiet and secluded place, three small wooden huts with beds and some stove for cooking. At about fifty meters from the houses there was a separate building with bathrooms and showers. They took two huts, one for Lorenzo and Cassandra, the other for the rest of the group. The owner of the place had also told them that he had no reservations for the third hut and that therefore they would have the place all to themselves. The one coming promised to be a fantastic June weekend.

The owner of the camping was there waiting for them, they handed him the documents for registration and he gave them the keys to the huts, he greeted the group, wished them a pleasant stay and left leaving the five friends alone.

The weather was beautiful and the view looked out over the valley below. There was also a small pool ready for them. Dismantled the luggage in a hurry, they all put on their swimsuits ready to find some refreshment.

The day passed between jokes and laughter, even Sonia seemed to be enjoying herself unlike the usual. Who sunbathed, who did the fight in the pool, who pampered his companion in anticipation of a long night.

When the sun began to descend behind the hills it was time to prepare food. Lorenzo pulled a barbecue out of the trunk and began to cook hamburgers. As usual they ended up carbonized or almost raw but after an afternoon of fatigue and watered with abundant beer they were not bad.

Gathered in the largest shack, each with a beer in hand, the five youngs had dressed comfortably. Lorenzo was wearing a red shirt, knee-length jeans and a pair of black sneakers. Cassandra, sitting on his lap, had a black Gun’s and Roses t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts that reached her mid-thigh. On the couch, eating a leftover hamburger, there was Elisa wearing a wide white shirt and a very short black skirt. On the floor, with a joint in her hand, sat Maria, a low-cut green dress that came to her knees tied to the waist with a belt of the same material. Finally, sitting on the bed, in panties and the top of a yellow pajamas, Sonia was intent on sipping her beer and giving rapid glances at her cell phone.

The evening went on carefree for a few hours. Around midnight everyone was starting to be a little bit tipsy and Cassandra whispered something in Lorenzo's ear. He got up and announced with extreme tact:

"Ladies, it was a pleasure to spend the evening with you but my princess wants a fuck, I'm sure you will understand me."

Three beers and screams of congratulations rose in unison, Cassandra turned red like a tomato and, kicking Lorenzo in the butt, followed him out of the door "Have fun!" said Elisa.

Along the way to reach their nest, fifty yards away, Cassandra kept kicking her boyfriend and slapping him on the back

"You're an asshole"

"Come on, sweetie, I just said what everyone thought!"

Another kick in the backside "Now I've thought about it! Stay blank tonight "

"But now you're the bad one," he turned to kiss her, holding his arms around her waist.

She pouted "I could reconsider. But you owe me a favor! Tomorrow you will be my slave! "

"Tomorrow I will do everything you tell me, I swear," said Lorenzo, closing the door of the house.

A large part of the room was occupied by a double bed, in one corner there was a bunk bed in case of additional guests. A small refrigerator and a wardrobe completed the furnishings. Cassandra wrapped her arms around Lorenzo's neck and dragged him kissing him to the bed. She took off his shirt, he slipped off her shorts and without much surprise saw that she was not wearing underpants. Cassandra took off her bra and remained in shirt and pink socks, she knew that Lorenzo liked it that way. He finished undressing and, sitting on the bed, he saw his girlfriend kneel down and take his already erect penis into her hand. With a sinful smile, Cassandra wrapped her lips around him and began to give him a mouthpiece. She was really good, Lorenzo always told her she was an artist and she, despite blushing every time, underneath, was happy about it. It didn't take long before Lorenzo began to moan with pleasure, Cassandra didn't move when the boy's penis started firing its fluid, in fact she continued to pump up and down. She swallowed almost everything but a small drop that remained on her cheek. She looked at her shirt and, smiling, exclaimed satisfied:

"I didn't even dirty it!"

Lorenzo was still in ecstasy "I doubt it will come clean tomorrow"

She climbed onto his lap and leaned toward him to kiss him

"Then you will have to buy me a new shirt"

Cassandra did not see the blade that pierced her belly. For a moment she did not understand what that sudden pain was due to until she looked down: Lorenzo's hand firmly gripped the handle of the knife, it sank into her flesh, on the left, just below the navel. The girl looked up and saw her boyfriend face with a broad smile and an excited gaze. Before she could say anything she felt the knife come out only to re-enter her four more times. Beneath her, she felt Lorenzo's penis turning hard.

"Fuck, Cassandra, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment"

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm killing you, it seems obvious! I told you in the car that you'd be dead tonight!" he laughed "I've been joking about this all day, I couldn't stand it anymore!"

"But… why?"

"If I tell you: because it's terribly exciting is it simpler or more senseless for you?"

Cassandra looked at him in astonishment, looked out of the window at the cabin of her friends but a punch from Lorenzo to her face put an end to any idea of ​​seek help. As she writhed on the ground, the boy took her shorts and slipped them into her mouth, then squeezed a piece of tape twice around his head, making sure to leave his hair free.

"I told you I came with everything I needed." Seeing him naked and holding a Bowie knife in his hand, Cassandra hurried to her feet and threw herself toward the door. Closed. Her hands slammed against the wood, Lorenzo was right behind her enjoying the show. He slammed her against the wall, thrusting the knife into her back.

"It's a shame, I liked this shirt"

He took the blade and stabbed her twice more, once on the right leg, once on the left, then grabbed her by the hair and threw her on the floor, belly up. He tried to sit on her but she kept hitting him and trying to take the knife.

"You are always the usual stubborn"

After a brief struggle, Lorenzo managed to grab the girl's hands and tie them together with several layers of tape. When she finally couldn't fight anymore, she stabbed her on the left breast. What she wanted to be a cry came out only like a moan choked by the shorts in her mouth.

"Finally! I have to tell you, Cassandra, killing someone is not as easy as I thought. You are the first person I kill, you should be happy with it"

He picked her up, grabbing her by the neck and her pussy, and threw her on the bed.

"if this can please you, you are light, I think you have lost weight lately" she sat on the bed next to her, lifted her shirt and squeezed her breasts "I will miss your blowjobs, sweetie. I wanted to get the last one done before I slaughtered you" he heard a gurgling liquid coming from the girl; the shorts in his mouth were staining with blood, the girl's eyes staring at the ceiling in terror "I think I pierced the lung. Perfect, better this way. You have a few minutes to live now. And they won't be pleasant. I want to tell you that I'm going to do the same thing to your friends. I'm going to disembowel them one by one and, who knows, maybe rape them. Oops! Spoilers! But you won't be around to see it. After all it's not betrayal if you're dead, right?"

Cassandra was in shock and received only fragments of her boyfriend's ranting speech. She could not understand what she had done to deserve so much violence. The blood rose in her throat and filled her mouth, she could feel the ferrous taste but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't swallow it or spit it out. She was drowning in her own blood, she could feel her lungs filling with liquid. Every second seemed to never pass, in the background Lorenzo was blabbering and laughing, continuing to have fun with her body. With her arms locked by the boy's grip she could only kick but her legs were also slowly losing strength. She felt her mind fading, terrified she tried to stay awake but the darkness approached inexorably. A few seconds more and the poor girl stopped moving forever.

Lorenzo stood up, exalted. Knifing her was better than any fuck they ever did. And it was only the beginning of the evening! He had three other girls to slaughter and nobody could stop him. He just had to study his moves well.

He checked that the windows were closed and pulled out his bag. Among the clothes he had a selection of red shirts the same as the one he was wearing that night. He took one and, after taking off some of his now ex-girlfriend's blood, put it on. In the bag he also had different types of knives. This was his night, he wanted it to be memorable. He took a jackknife that he put in his pocket and a stiletto at least twenty centimeters long. Unfortunately he could not take it with him, he hid it in a small bush along the road towards the other cottage. He wanted a beer and present himself to the other girls as if nothing had happened was exhilarating.

When he entered, the girls were all with a beer in hand, Maria seemed more drunk than the others.

"Already here?"

"My lady is tired. She is lying on the bed and doesn’t move a muscle. Give me a beer. What were you doing? "

"Never I have ever," answered Maria flirtatiously, handing him a bottle.

"I like it. Come on, I'll start. Never I have ever fired with a weapon "

Sonia drank from her bottle "My father went hunting"

Maria stepped forward "Never I have ever practiced bdsm"

Lorenzo drank a drop I'm pretty sure what I did falls into the category

Elisa blushed, looking around, embarrassed, Maria looked at her, bursting out laughing. "Oh oh! You have to drink, Elisa!" the girl took a sip of beer "Now the question is: who's on top, you or Stefano? "

"Can we move on to the next question, please?"

Sonia thought about it for a few seconds. "Never I have ever … tied someone up," she said, hoping to trap Elisa but the girl didn't drink. Obviously Lorenzo swallowed but was not noticed by anyone.

With a sly smile, Elisa retorted "Never I have ever been to bed with a woman"

"What a bitch!" Sonia punched her on the shoulder and swallowed some beer.

Lorenzo threw another sip "Ah, yes? This is new! Come on, tell me!"

"It happened only once" said Sonia blushing "It's nothing, really"

"I didn't expect it from you! It's up to me, despite Elisa's attempt to change the subject: Never I have ever been tied me to a bed "

Defeated, the girl clung to the bottle again among the shouts of her friends.

It was up to Maria again "Never I have ever …" she stared Lorenzo with a lascivious look "… had to do so much pee. Sorry, I have to run to the bathroom! "

Left alone, the three looked at each other. "I only did one lap and did nothing but drink. Excuse me but there is a young lady who is dying to see me again, goodnight "

He too went out, heading towards his shack.

In the cottage, Sonia turned to Elisa:

"I hate these situations"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you see how she looked at him? I’m silent but not blind, Maria can't wait to bounce on his cock "

"Don't say crap, Maria is a bit … available, but she would never do such a thing to Cassandra"

"Meanwhile they both came out alone"

"But no, come on" Elisa looked out the window "Look, he is back to his hut"

"And from there there is also the bathroom. I do not meddle in certain things, they will do as they please” She picked up the phone again and isolated herself again in her world. Elisa did not believe her friend capable of such malice. She trusted her. Waiting, she stuck to the bottle.

When Maria came out of the bathroom staggering, she found Lorenzo waiting for her at the door.

"What are you doing here?" She said, washing her hands

"I thought we could talk a little"

"And what would you like to talk about"

"I don’t know. Tell me" he stroked her hair.

"Lorenzo, I drank, forget it, it was nothing"

"I drank too" he was getting closer and closer, pushing her against a corner

"Forget it, please. Cassandra is over there!”

"She won't bother us" he tried to kiss her but after a first moment of doubt she dodged.

"Please no. I like you, I don't deny it. But you are Cassandra’ boyfriend, I could never do this to her"

Lorenzo pulled back defeated "You're right. Sorry Maria. I wanted you to have a last fuck "

Maria frowned in confusion but before she could say anything, Lorenzo slipped the stiletto into her solar plexus, deep enough to pierce her and come out of her back, she opened her mouth, surprised. "Lo … Lorenzo …" she tried in vain to push him away but he was much heavier than her. She moaned in pain, the boy enjoyed rolling the blade inside her while he closed her mouth with his hand.

"You're a real friend to Cassandra. Don't worry, soon you’ll meet… AAH! "The girl had bitten his hand, he surprised stepped back and Maria tried to escape. She was taken aback by the feeling of the knife slipping from her meat and slowed for a moment, Lorenzo was quick to grab her by the hair before she could scream, he threw her with her back against a sink. He was on her again, slipping her stiletto up her throat.

"A fighting bitch? But don't worry, I know how to make you feel calm” As a fury, he began to stick the blade over and over again in the girl's body, hitting her in the chest, abdomen and groin. He soon lost count of how many times he had stabbed the poor Maria but he estimated that it could not be less than forty "I penetrated you in one way or another" he said panting. He let her go, happy to enjoy the show.

Maria watched her dress torn to pieces. Her perfect body reduced to a bloody sieve. For a few seconds she found the strength to remain standing but her legs gave way soon after. Trembling, with her face against the floor, she vomited blood. Her thoughts were swirling around her head, she wanted to ask Lorenzo a lot of questions but her voice didn't come out. She could feel him raising her dress and taking off her panties

"Don't worry, I'll just take a look. I save it for later "

After what? After I die? She didn't want to die but at this point she didn't have much chance to change the course of events. It was getting colder.

I don't want to die so Lorenzo please. Not on the tiles of a bathroom and with the buttocks in the wind, at least this …

The darkness finally arrived for her, after at least ten minutes of agony.

Second victim of the night, two more to kill. Lorenzo was not entirely satisfied with his stiletto: he had enjoyed making her a sieve but it was a weapon too slow to do damage. This obviously also excluded the switchblade knife he kept in his pocket. In the bag he still had a nice machete, 1 meter long and very sharp. If it was going to be a horror night, he might as well go to the classic. After taking Maria's cell phone, she went to her hut, changed his blood-soaked shirt and took the new weapon that would end the lives of the last two girls.

At least twenty minutes had passed and Maria had not yet returned from the bathroom. Elisa began to worry, Sonia looked at her with her typical 'I told you' look. Maria would never do such a thing. A message on the phone, it was Maria. "I messed up. Come here in a hurry" in disbelief, Elisa got up and, without saying a word, left the house.

She walked quickly towards the bathrooms, mentally cursing her friend.

This was supposed to be a fun weekend and it's turning into a fucking soap opera! I said it was a bad idea to bring Lorenzo here, as soon as I can get my hands on him …

The machete blade suddenly flashed, striking the girl from the front, halfway down her stomach, sinking several centimeters across the length of her abdomen . Around the corner, with an excited gaze, was Lorenzo. In shock, Elisa looked at the blade that sank into her flesh, she felt that she was pissing herself on the fright. Before she could recover, Lorenzo took out the blade, grabbed the girl by the arm and stabbed her again, from bottom to top, passing her from side to side. He crushed her against the wall laughing hysterically, Elisa's mouth was wide open, he took the opportunity to stick his tongue in and savor her lips

"I thought you liked pain! Say that you like it, say that you like it! "

The girl felt his hand make its way to her slit and rummaged with his fingers but she didn't have the strength to oppose him. Lorenzo removed the blade and a large flow of blood began to flow from the wound.

"This is a weapon! Not like that fucking stiletto"

Elisa looked down in disbelief, He had opened her in two! Her white stomach was now a red and black mess. Another lunge took her by surprise, this sank with the blade horizontally in mid-stomach, then Lorenzo began to pull the weapon to the right. The girl was in shock looking at the metal that made its way into her body, emitting moans and sobs interspersed with pleas to her killer. She slid down as her legs gave way, she felt the blade inside her making her way through tissues and blood vessels, it was a horrible feeling.

She was sitting on the ground when Lorenzo, satisfied, took the blade from her bowels. Sadistically, he slipped his hand into the wound, grabbing what he could and pulled out several inches of gut from the battered girl. He put his hand on her cheek and looked at her face "You're even paler than usual, I didn't think it was possible" wherever his hand left a red trail. He squeezed her breasts for a while, then returned to the girl's slit and began to work a little on the clitoris, just to pass the time.

"Now only one of you bitches remains. I killed you all! And you can't imagine how much fun I had, I think I came into my pants at least a couple of times" Elisa's eyes tried in vain to stare at him, tears were running down her face, she couldn't articulate a word for the shock and the pain. Her hands tried to act as a barrier to blood and guts but it was a clearly useless effort "You know, I'm a little sorry for Stefano. He is likeable and probably dreamed of killing you himself. He arrived late this time, better for me "

Elisa's agony lasted for several minutes while Lorenzo continued to take advantage of her body. Finally, bowing her head forward, Elisa became the third victim of the evening. "Still one" thought Lorenzo, getting up, more excited than ever.

Sonia was still lying on the bed, cell phone in hand. Elisa had been missing for a while, just like Maria. There had always been these small dramas within the group and she had always ignored them whenever possible. Usually they were resolved with a bit of tears and a dinner together, this time it wouldn't have been different. Lorenzo opened the door suddenly slamming it against the wall.

"God, how I wanted a stormy night right now!"

Sonia jumped when she saw the boy's appearance. His hands were red and wet, his clothes gross of blood, he was disheveled and with a psychopathic grin. But above all, in his right hand he had a long, blood-stained machete. There was also a striking erection in his pants.

"What is it, a joke?" She tried to look confident but it was obvious that something was wrong.

"No joke, Sonia" strode towards her, the girl panicked and jumped out of bed but found herself immediately stuck in a corner of the room, tried to sneak and reach the door but he stopped her with his left arm and threw her back in the corner, on the ground. He pulled a small black device out of his pocket and placed it on the nightstand next to them.


Sonia covered her face with her arms "Please don't hurt me, DON'T HURT ME!"

"You don't know how much I missed not hearing your friends scream. But now there is no one to hear us "

A pool of piss began to spread out in the midst of Sonia's legs "I'll do whatever you want but… please don't kill me"

Lorenzo stroked her large tits panting, went down to the navel and slipped his hands into her panties bathed in urine. Then he went up to his face, feeling her soft lips.

"You are so … soft" the machete sank into Sonia's stomach for half of its length, the girl's moans as the blade tore through her flesh was music to Lorenzo's ears that hysterically laughed "Come on, get up, get up" he lifted up the girl without removing the blade from her stomach. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "You're going to die, Sonia, it's over. It's all over. You will suffer and die, then I will take your corpse and I will use it at my pleasure." He sank the blade completely "At least until it is still warm".

Close to her murderer, Sonia listened to these words with horror. She didn't see a way out and all her friends were dead. She should have been sad for them but at that moment it was only her life that was pressing her, she would have given everything to get to see another dawn. The blade slowly came out of her body, it was an unpleasant sensation, like a suction. Another lunge just below the ribs, on the left, then again a central one, still below the ribs. It was 1:20 and she realized with horror that her life would end before 1:30. Another stab, right in the middle of the stomach, then she felt herself falling to the ground but met the soft bed instead of the hard floor. For a moment it was like being in her room, watching the ceiling, waiting for dinner. Then reality hit her again.

Lorenzo climbed on top of her, slipped his hands into one of the holes caused by the machete and tore the pajamas. He lifted the bra, leaving her friend bare-breasted. He grasped the machete "It's the last one, I swear it's the last one" sank the blade through Sonia's right breast, so deeply as to pierce her and penetrate the mattress beneath her. Trembling with excitement, he tore her panties and forcefully tucked her penis into her cunt "I know I said I would wait but I can't stand it anymore. Consider yourself lucky, the others didn't have a last fuck "

Sonia was only vaguely aware of what was happening down there, the blade stuck in her lung had her full attention. She tried for a moment to take it off but the pain was blinding and she gave up immediately. Before she could come up with another plan, she noticed that blood was leaking from her lungs instead of air. She looked at her red hands without knowing what to do, she was shaking like a leaf. She soon heard him moan and a white rain ended on her breast and chin. The strength left her, she was trembling for the cold despite the warm evening. She didn't want to die but it didn't matter what she wanted. It was 1:28 when Sonia, the fourth and last victim of that night, bent her head, dead.

Still exalted by that slaughter, Lorenzo remained lying on the bed next to her for twenty minutes. Now he would have the four friends all for him. He got up from the bed and went to retrieve the other three bodies, put them on the ground, side by side, almost naked, face up and legs wide. Their eyes, locked in terror of death, stared at the ceiling. They were completely at his disposal, he just had to decide where to start.

Lorenzo spent the entire night and the following morning repeatedly violating all the orifices of his ex-girlfriend and her friends. In the end, exhausted from that infernal orgy, he recovered all the micro-cameras he had placed around the campsite. They contained the memories of that incredible weekend and surely someone would pay a fortune to get them. And right now he really needed money.

When the campsite owner arrived that evening, he found the bodies of the four girls, covered in blood and semen. No trace of Lorenzo or his car. The police looked for him for a long time but nobody ever found him. His only testament, his four friends slaughtered and raped and a very expensive snuff movie on the dark web.


I don't know why, when there are too many victims I end up getting tired. Maybe it will be because the story revolves around the killer but I seem to be repetitive. It didn't go wrong but it was better in my head.

The only addition I wanted to make is that Cassandra had to die strangled in my plan, but when she found herself on his lap trying to kiss him I had to put a knife in her belly :)

And, if someone good at drawing wanted to represent the final scene with the four corpses, one next to the other, with wide legs I would be very happy!


Hey, OfixN, I confess I haven't caught up with all your stories yet, but really enjoyed that last one!

Love the natural dialogue between the characters, and you've got some nice turns of phrase "ferrous taste", and that girls body turning into a "sieve". I might steel those lol.

I'll forgive your occasionally funny English (sometimes it adds to the charm - I did lol at "mouthpiece" - funny translation), and the part where your pronouns slipped again.

Great stuff.

Yeah, maybe it's a little bit repetitive, but I guess that's your kink, and I totally understand that. You really did the stabbings justice, very nice detail.

But I have the same problem keeping deaths original, (I mean how many ways are there to describe a girl being squashed flat?). But I wouldn't worry too much about it, after all, people are reading this stuff for the thrill, not spectacular novelty.

I'll read and comment on another of yours when I'm in the mood for some more stabby fun :)


Oh, and "Slaughter Camp" is a perfect. I read the title and thought, ooh, this sounds like fun!



Thanks Squunch. The sieve is mine, the mouthpiece is a google translate idea: I thought it was a synonym for blowjob, instead it's a damned cigarette holder! Curiously in Italian it's the same word.

Damned pronouns, again! Where are they? I have to stab them!


>Thanks Squunch. The sieve is mine,

I'm sure sieve has been used before in that context, but it's always good to be reminded of these things!

>the mouthpiece is a google translate idea: I thought it was a synonym for blowjob, instead it's a damned cigarette holder! Curiously in Italian it's the same word.

More commonly, it's the part of a trumpet or other brass instrument you blow into.

>Damned pronouns, again! Where are they? I have to stab them!

"As she writhed on the ground, the boy took her shorts and slipped them into her mouth, then squeezed a piece of tape twice around his head, making sure to leave his hair free."


He has a fetish and likes to have tape around the head, I see nothing wrong!

This excuse will not stand, I am sure


Haha, well that's how it looks. Who am I to argue?

To add to my earlier comment about the slightly dodgy English sometimes being a positive,

"…then squeezed a piece of tape…"

is a perfect example. Usually we would say "stretched" or "pulled" rather than squeezed. But "squeezed" is great, it's a bit different, and works fine - I kinda imagine it pressing against her face as he unrolls it.

Of course that's just my opinion and it's not at all becasue I'm obsessed with pressing and squeezing in any way…


Last story for this week. I had an interesting scenario in mind but I couldn't choose which end was better so I chose both. I have never seen the film from which I took the title but the protagonist's name is the same. Enjoy it!

Sliding Doors

The day for Elena certainly could not get worse. The alarm had not sounded, that day she had an exam that she had to pass or she would have to do it again two months later. As if that wasn't enough, road works had forced her into a fucking detour. She was not practice of this part of the city but at least the road was practically deserted.

You're not wrong way, stay quiet Elena, everything will be fine

She tried to calm the thoughts that bounced off her head. It was a cool April morning, Elena was 20 years old. Her blonde hair was tied in a braid that reached halfway down her back, her green eyes flickered between the navigator and the road for fear of missing a detour and making even more delay. A pale pink sweater covered a physique that was certainly not athletic but not fat either, with proportionate breasts and a butt that occasionally received some praise. In any case, life as a student was not suitable for a healthy eating style. Her plan was to get back in shape as soon as she took that damn degree. Always if she arrived on time that day.


Her cell phone rang. Elena lowered her eyes for a second and picked up the device. She could not see what had caused the sound since a car, coming from the right, burned a stop and hit the passenger door at full speed. The two cars continued at least ten meters before stopping in a smoking heap.

Miraculously, Elena was unharmed but it took her brain a few seconds to realize what had happened. Fragments of glass everywhere, her car reduced to a mass of sheets. She felt like crying, just when she began to think she could arrive on time she suddenly found herself in a car accident! Shit shit shit she crawled out of the car and took some pieces of glass from her sweater

She suddenly realized she was not alone. That bastard who had come at her had burned a stop, she was sure. The anger of that morning concentrated in her little head and, like a fury, she threw herself towards the car that had rammed her.

"What the fuck are you doing? There was a stop there!" She barked against the driver who had not got out of the car. He was a man of about forty, graying hair, wearing a blue plaid shirt. Next to him, there was another man, almost bald, except for a few tufts of gray hair, wearing a white shirt and a brown jacket. It was clear that Elena's car had definitely the worst in the accident, the man's seemed to be pretty good, even the engine was still working.

"Excuse me miss, we're in a hurry, if you can move your car …"

"Move my car?" She began to insult him from the window "But are you blind or really stupid? Do you think I can move it? Is to be thrown away, fuck! And I have to take an exam in fifteen minutes! If there was someone next to me you had killed him, dirty psycho … "

"Move that fucking car, bitch" the bald man screamed from his seat.

Elena didn't believe her ears "Bitch? I call the police, I will put you both in jail and … "

The last sentence died in her throat, the passenger suddenly had a big gun in his hand and it was pointed at her. As red she had become, Elena suddenly turned white. Slowly she raised her hands "Wait, I …" BANG, BANG. Two shots in rapid succession reached the chest of the girl who fell to the ground like a broken doll.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"We are not wasting time, spur that wreckage, we have the cops on our heels"

Lying on the asphalt, Elena paid no attention to the car that, after having repeatedly rammed the metal pile that was once her vehicle, darted away at full speed. Her only thought at the moment was to the two bullets that had entered her chest: one had taken in full her right nipple, the other had hit a little higher than her left breast. It had all happened suddenly, a moment before she was ranting against that driver and a moment later she was bleeding on the ground. The two shots had been deafening, violent, they had hit her like a mule kick.

Trembling, she brought her hands to the wounds trying to limit the bleeding, she watched terrified her sweater becoming more and more red with every breath. In the distance, a siren. Elena heard her approach, saw the police car speed past her and back away again in the other direction, without even slowing down.

She burst into tears with anger and pain. It wasn't right, she didn't have to die like this, someone had to help her, because there was no one to help her? They had shot her for no reason, she would never have believed that such a thing could happen to her. He stared up at the sky, breathing was more and more difficult, she began after a few minutes to spit out blood that mixed with tears on her face. It was really over like this. She would never have come to the classroom to give that exam, she would never have lived that life she had so well designed. Choking on her own blood, Elena wondered where she had gone wrong, what she could have done to change that horrible end. She never found an answer, the brilliant student died a few seconds later, covered in blood, murdered in the middle of the street.


Her cell phone rang. Elena lowered her eyes for a second but whoever it was wasn't important right now. It was fortunate that she had not been distracted because, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a machine that was coming up at high speed, burning a stop. She nailed just in time to avoid the accident, the car moved away with a horn sounding.

Elena's heart was pounding, he almost took her!. On this bad day an accident was just what she missed. With her hands still shaking on the steering wheel, she stood still for a few seconds to get rid of the adrenaline. She found herself smiling again, perhaps this miracle was a good omen. The girl had a strange feeling of dejavu, it was not the first time that such a thing had happened to her.

She left, agitated but unharmed. Behind her she heard a siren, looked out of the mirror and a police car darted after the street pirate. It serves him right, Elena thought with a smile. The girl should have paid more attention to the road: in front of her, at an intersection she didn't see a black car coming from the right and taking it in full. The sound of breaking headlights sounded in her ears.

"Nononono …" she did not know about machines but the one he had just buffered was certainly not an economic model. She got out quickly and ran to apologize to the other driver

"Excuse me, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to, I got distracted …"

A well-dressed thirty-year-old man with a black jacket and white shirt got out of the car. He was at least 15 cm taller than her and was furious.

"Look where the fuck you go bitch!"

He went to check the damage to the car "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Elena, awed, turned to the man "I … I'm sorry … you can fix it, I can repay you, there is a friend of mine who …"

The man turned around, red in the face and grabbed her by the neck, Elena didn't expect him to put his hands on her, she was surprised for a few seconds.

"Do you know how much I paid for this car? Do you know what damage you did with that fucking jalopy of yours? "

"Leave me!" Elena felt his grip tighten "I told you I can repay, that …"

"Bullshit!" The man shouted, banging her head against her car.

For a second, Elena saw everything black. She was on the ground, her head hurt. Before she could recover, the man grabbed her by the neck again, kneeling beside her.

"You can't repay it, fucking bitch! This machine is worth much more than your fucking salary!"

Elena saw him pinch both hands around her throat, she panicked in an instant. The grip was strong, closing her airways. She kicked and tried to hit her attacker with her hands, she fought like a fury but the man was much stronger than her.

"Much more than your fucking salary! It is worth much more than your useless life! "

The man's face was sweaty red from the effort, Elena gasped beneath him trying to breathe at least a little air, her lungs were on fire, her body was shaken by spasms. Without loosening his grip, the man continued to insult her, crushing her throat in a rage.

"You're no good, whore, your life is worth less than nothing and I can kill you without anyone telling me anything!"

Elena wanted to apologize, it was just an accident, she hadn't done it on purpose! She didn't deserve to die for this!

She was drooling, unable even to swallow, the man above her had no intention of letting her go. Her eyes asked for mercy but the fingers that blocked her trachea showed no signs of loosening. Red from crying, her eyes protruded from the eye socket as if they wanted to escape from this absurd death. Why didn't anyone come to help her?

The last thing Elena realized was that she was pissing in her underwear. One last humiliation before the world became all black. While she died, the man's insults still rang in her ears.

The man continued to hold her throat for another minute until he saw that the girl below him was no longer moving. He gasped with effort, took a breath. Fuck, maybe he had gone too far. He looked around, the road was isolated, the few buildings that stood nearby were deserted. Perhaps he had been lucky. He looked at the girl who he had just strangled, laughing. He had to do something about those anger shots. Surely it was better to disappear as soon as possible: he left the girl's body on the ground and went to check the car. With a cool head, the damage wasn't as bad as it had seemed at the beginning. He got back in the car and left, noting with satisfaction that his penis was fully erect. Maybe he had to do it again sometimes.

Elena was lying on the ground, her red face contracted with terror, a small pool of urine between her legs and a wisp of drool running down her lips, her blonde braid like a snake on asphalt. He would never reach university, nor would he come to see another day, her life was destined to end that day.


I realized that a good part of my victims wear a sweater, obviously I like to soak them with blood. I blame Casey Becker's death in scream for this.

I was almost intending to add a third final in which she arrived at the university and a psychopath stabbed her in the parking lot but it seemed to me to rage on poor Elena. Plus I've done too many stabbings in Slasher Camp, for a couple of story I'll change style.


New story with a guest star as accomplice. Enjoy it!

Millions of euro in a skirt suit

"Come on Chrissie! If we have to spend time together, we might as well get to know each other a little"

Offman sat in the only chair in the room and looked bored at the woman bound and gagged in front of him. Chrissie Evans, 33, wife of Mark Trully, of Trully Pharmaceuticals. Millions of euro in a skirt suit. Her face was on all the gossip magazines: philanthropist, elegant, always smiling. A style icon for the world. Now she was in front of him, gagged and with her hands cuffed behind her back.

"You don't look very talkative today, are you getting tired?"

The woman had long blond hair, although Offman remembered having seen her with auburn hair in some old photos. Her eyes were brown, with a bit of eye shadow and mascara, red lipstick on her lips. The make-up hadn't survived imprisonment, the tears of the first day had stained her cheeks with black, the lipstick had lost much of its luster, only a few traces remained. The same could be said of the red nail polish on her hands. They had given her a sleeping mattress, something to eat and a toilet for her needs but here the luxuries she had enjoyed in those two days stopped.

In addition to the black skirt suit, she wore a white button down blouse, graphite stockings with stitching and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Offman, in the grip of curiosity, had taken a look the night before, the woman was wearing good quality black lingerie.

While everyone was talking about her philanthropic journeys, Offman had eyes only for her body: large but firm breasts, standing despite their volume, legs that never ended, a nice flat stomach and wonderful freckles on her nose and cheeks. A discreet platinum pendant adorned her neck, two expensive-looking earrings sprouted between her locks of hair. She was a prisoner in the room but sometimes Offman seemed to be in the same situation, even their meals were not very different. He moved his leg, agitated, waiting for news from his accomplice, the TV broadcast yet another replica of a romantic movie, boy, girl, asshole that will end up alone at the end of the movie, the usual cliché.

Chrissie jumped when she heard Offman's cell phone ring, it was a message.

"What a bore, another picture! Smile Chrissie!" The woman raised her head obediently, he put the newspaper of that day next to her face "Politician accused. This is certainly not a proof, it can be any day's newspaper. Perfect. Send. Thanks Chrissie"

He moved toward her, lowered her gag.

"Maybe this way the conversation will be less one-way. So Chrissie, how long will it take your husband to pay us?"

"Do not hurt me"

"That wasn't the question. If your husband pays, you go home. If he doesn't pay … well, it won't be my fault"

She started crying again, she was hyperventilating.

"Don't do this, I'm sure he will pay. Twenty million of euros, what are they for him? To see this beautiful little body I would pay twice as much. Unfortunately, I don't have any. That's why you're here!"

She kept crying.

"The conversation doesn't unblock! As you wish, both of us will get bored"

He took out his phone and started surfing the net. The most that most bothered him was that he would be well advised to do so as not to get bored, there was a woman with a fabulous body with him but Bob, his accomplice, had forbidden him to touch her, at least until payment had been made. Sometimes he wondered if he wanted more the money or that nice pair of tits.

The hours passed, every now and then Offman made a stupid joke on a TV program but Chrissie wasn't in the mood to argue.

It was almost evening when the man received a message. It was Bob.

"All right. Ransom paid. Kill her."

Offman's cook stood up when he read those words. It was time to play a little. He hid his smile and looked at Chrissie with a serious expression.

"He didn't want to pay"

The woman's eyes widened in shock, she could not believe her ears.


"Your husband. He said he will not pay your ransom. He said he doesn't come to terms with people like us." He got up with a knife in his hand.

"We told him: we will kill her"

Chrissie tried to crawl but there was only the wall behind her.

"He said: go ahead. I'm sorry Chrissie, he's a piece of shit"

"Wait, it can't be, there must be a mistake, Mark would never do that to me."

"I'm so sorry"

He loved destroying the woman's beliefs, making her believe that nobody was willing to pay for her life. He knelt in front of her, sliding the knife over her suit. She trembled and screamed.

"Wait please, I have money in a private account, I can give them to you! Let me go, please, I'll do anything you want, don't kill me please."

She sobbed with her head down. "Anything, please" was where Offman wanted to go.

He lifted the woman by the hair and brought her to her knees.

"Open your mouth"

Sobbing, Chrissie obeyed, he pulled out his penis in full erection and slipped it into her mouth. While guiding her head with one hand, he squeezed her breasts with the other. With satisfaction he noticed that the woman jumped every time he touched her nipples, he enjoyed tormenting her for a while. He had received better blowjobs but given the situation he couldn't complain. The woman did her best, on her lips and on her chin the saliva was mixed with the precum, she knew that at that moment her life was at stake.

Offman slipped out of her mouth and brought the knife to her navel.


"Calm down, I just want to undress you a little"

With a single step he cut at the same time complete, shirt and bra, her beautiful breasts swung freely.

"You are really beautiful!"

He took a nipple between his lips and began to suck and nibble. Chrissie watched her kidnapper disgusted but without objecting in any way. She would do everything to save herself, a rape was a price she was willing to pay to go home.

He turned her around and put her on her belly. In tears, Chrissie felt him raise her skirt and lower her underpants. She had tried anal sex once with Mark but hadn't liked it and stopped right away. This time she would not have had the chance.

Offman penetrated her ass without much ceremony, the pain was sudden and the woman let out some cries of pain. The man was not delicate, his thrusts made her eyes water, Chrissie felt her asshole widen to make room for the rapist's cock. She wanted to scream, she wanted to tell him to stop but she knew that she would sign her death sentence.

"Say you want to go home. Stay good and you'll go home, stay good and you'll go home"

"I'll be good. I'll go home." Chrissie said between thrusts.

Offman went on for twenty minutes, Chrissie heard him moan and get out of her, she felt his cum land on her neck and her hair. It was over. She had been raped but it was over.

The man went to her front, lifted her face from the ground.

"You were good" gave her a delicate kiss on the lips "Very good. Now you can go home"

He came back behind her and climbed onto her back; the woman felt that he was undoing the pendant, he slipped it from her neck "I take this as a souvenir" he raised the gag and put it back in her mouth.

"Now I untie you"

Chrissie was about to say thank you when she noticed that, from above her right shoulder, a hand held a blade in front of her neck. She screamed for half a second before the knife sank into her throat and began to dig relentlessly. While one hand cut, the other pulled her head back by the hair. With eyes wide open, she watched the splashes of blood splash the wall in front of her, the blade running from left to right, cutting her throat.

“I was good. I should go home!”

Arriving at the right end of the neck, Offman stopped cutting and slipped the blade, the woman below him flickered like a fish while a pool of blood red slowly spread on the floor. Gurgling noises came from Chrissie's mouth, the gag's cloth was soaking with blood coming up from her throat. Her hands tried desperately to reach the wound but the handcuffs prevented it. She was terrified, she saw all that blood and couldn't believe it was hers. Her bladder released all its contents creating a yellowish puddle between her legs in a macabre symmetry of liquids. Chrissie didn't even notice, too busy not to die.

It was really happening, he had slit her throat, she had only a few minutes of agony in front of her, then darkness. He said he would let her go. That he wouldn't kill her. She trusted him, how stupid. She trusted of the man who had kidnapped her and raped her. And now he had wounded her to death. She didn't want to die. She couldn't breathe. Mark had abandoned her too. "Go ahead, kill her" those words resounded in her head. Slowly, the woman's spasms faded, her cheek resting on the floor as she watched her life slip away. Then, at a moment, her eyes went out forever. No great moment, no last moan, just the sudden darkness.

Offman witnessed every second of her agony. His penis was hard again, even more than before. Why waste this opportunity? He bent over her and penetrated her from behind again. No cry this time, no tears, just a rhythmic up and down. Finally he came a second time, this time inside her.

He got up exhausted, he had just raped and killed a woman. And he had earned 9 million euros. He had traded a million with Bob for the privilege of cutting Chrissie's throat, his friend gladly accepted. Leaving her alive had never been in the plan, the possibility that she could somehow identify them was too high. He picked up his cell phone and took some pictures of the body. He sent the photos to Bob.

"All done. She is dead."

"The money is in your account."

"If you get here quickly, she will still be warm"

"Lol. I will not miss."

"I'm going, I have the plane in an hour"

"Then this is goodbye"

"Good luck with your Factory, Bob"

"Good luck to you, Offman"

The man left after taking a last look at Chrissie's body. In his pocket, the pendant that surrounded her neck around an hour ago. When Bob has finished, only ash will be left of her and this place.


I wonder who that guest star is :)))

Well, I guess Bob has some extra resources now to expand his operation!


I think what I like best about your stuff is how you describe the victims’ thoughts as they’re dying.

I’m always looking forward to your next story. Please keep posting.


Very thanks Bloodlust, it is always a pleasure to receive your compliment

It's very important in my stories what the victim is thinking while she's raped and killed.

Is the same reason I love your Julie's story, the way she regrets her death is wonderful.


A little militar tale. All opinions expressed belong to the story, we do not discuss politics here. Enjoy it!

Everything Okay?

08/14/2008 40 km north of Baghdad, Iraq
03:17 am local time

The closer they came to their goal, the more the situation stank for Sergeant Campbell. Their small convoy, a jeep and a truck, on which his squad was travelling, raised clouds of dust and were visible for miles all around. If the terrorists who had been sent to hunt had at least a little salt in their heads, they would have welcomed them with open arms. The orders unfortunately were these: reach the village and eliminate any armed opposition. No air support, the presence of civilians had been confirmed. No reinforcements, the situation was tense everywhere and this was a task of secondary importance. Twelve soldiers, thirteen with him. He wasn't superstitious but the clues were piling up.

Among the soldiers of the squad there was also a newbie, Isabel Vega, 26 years old. Medium height, thin, with little breast. Dark brown hair, cut up to the cheeks, nice face. She sat in the truck, along with the rest of the squas. She had been in Iraq for about ten days and still had to get used to the heat of that place. The climate of Boston was very different from that of the Iraqi desert. She didn't think she would go into action so soon but she was anxious to assert herself. She had had excellent results in physical tests, she was one of the best of her course. She knew how to shoot well and managed to do it discreetly in melee.

When she was young she dreamed of joining the police but the war had upset her plans. She watched on TV the disastrous situation in Iraq and, as soon as the university was finished, she decided to enlist. Isabel wanted to change the world, or at least make it a little fairer, piece by piece. She was nervous in any case, there were very high chances that they would find themselves in a firefight. She looked around, the others were as silent as she was.

She was the only woman on the team, some were nice and welcomed her. Men like Price or Parker knew that this place could be scary for a new recruit and played down the situation whenever possible. There were others with whom she preferred to spend as little time as possible. Collins especially gave her the chills. Sturdy, dark hair, overbearing eyes, he never missed an opportunity to tease her. He alternated contemptuous remarks about her physical appearance, calling her tomboy, no breasts, calling her good to nothing, to sexual comments, suggesting jokes about how he could make her feel like a real woman. At least the other squad members silenced him when he exaggerated. Isabel have never reported it to the sergeant. She knew that he expected nothing but an answer and he was pleased to be superior. She also knew she could slam him on the floor if needed.

Twenty minutes later they arrived. The sky was on their side that day and nobody saw them coming, the darkness had helped them. They parked the vehicles behind a slope and continued on foot. The village they had been sent to attack was no bigger than twenty houses, clinging to a rocky ledge. Dressed all the same, with a helmet, bulletproof vest and desert camouflage, the thirteen soldiers advanced silently and unseen towards the entrance of the village, carrying their M16s. Isabel's heart beat wildly, she could hear it pumping in her ears. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder, he turned: it was Sergeant Campbell.

"Everything okay Vega?"

She got up a little, "All right, sergeant. Just a little anxiety "

"Quiet, it will pass"

The squad split into two groups, Isabel went with the larger one. They were in contact with the first houses when someone finally sighted them. Shouts in Arabic began to resonate in the village, some men went out in a dressing gown and assault rifle only to be immediately shot down by the American gusts. The battle raged around them, the terrorists were more numerous but the surprise attack had been successful: they hadn't had a chance to prepare, they fell like flies in front of the advanced attack of the two groups.

Isabel felt the bullets whistling around her, the adrenaline in her blood kept her more alert than ever. She fired several bursts of coverage but never really had anyone in the sights if not civilians on the run. She advanced with the others, they covered each other.

Slowly the two teams began to get together, Isabel saw the sergeant crouching behind a wall keeping an eye on the road. Suddenly, from a window, something caught her eye: an Iraqi man with an assault rifle in his hand was about to shoot her superior.


Isabel screamed, shooting without reflecting a burst towards the enemy. The bullets reached the terrorist in the chest, the woman saw splashes of blood explode from his body, an expression of surprise in his eyes and then fell lifeless on the windowsill. She stared at him for a couple of seconds, it was the first time she had killed anyone. The sergeant ran across the road, tackled her and put her in a corner.

"Everything okay, Vega?"

Isabel nodded the second time that day.

"Stay safe, you're shaken. And thanks." He returned to the street shooting.

The battle didn't last long, ten minutes later the weapons fell silent. Twenty-two terrorists killed, three captured, one American soldier wounded, the attack was a success. Isabel had recovered and participated in the final stages of the battle alongside her companions.

The attack was over, Isabel was walking in the middle of the road, around her she saw the corpses and the pools of blood. She knew these were the bad guys but she couldn't help but feel a sense of anguish when she saw all those body. The only corpses she had seen so far were old people, cut short by age. Well dressed, in a coffin, surrounded by loved ones. This was very different.

A sudden thought, Isabel hastened her pace and headed for a particular point in the village. There, still in the same, identical position was the man she had shot at. Now that she looked better he was little more than a boy, nineteen, up to twenty. Three of her bullets had hit his heart, at least it was a quick death.

"You only did your duty, Vega"

It was the voice of Sergeant Campbell, he had the habit of arriving in silence behind the backs of the people.

"I know sir, I just wanted to … come and see"

"We've all passed by, soldier. It hurts, I know. And you won't get used to it. Which is good, otherwise we would become monsters. Think instead that you have probably saved people by shooting this boy, innocent people. And you certainly saved me "

Isabel felt relieved. Saving the world was not something she could do all at once. This time she had saved the sergeant and who knows how many others. It was her burden and she had to accept it.

"It was your baptism of fire, you were good. The first time I found myself in combat, I pissed myself! "

Isabel closed the eyes to the boy.

"Please sergeant, don't check my underpants then"

The sergeant laughed, helping her to stand up

"I have to go and fix some things. Stay alert, there may still be hidden enemies "

"Yes, sir"

Isabel walked, this time with her head held high, in the narrow streets of that remote village. Her companions were counting on her, she would not disappoint them. Her brown eyes scanned the windows for a threat, her hands securely gripping the assault rifle.

It was quiet when a cry reached her. They were the cries of a woman and, even if she hadn't talked a bit of Arabic, she would certainly have recognized the tone: someone was attacking her. She quickly reached the house from which the screams came, the door was already broken, on the ground she saw, in the midst of a pool of blood, a man with an AK47.

She crossed the threshold of the room from which the screams came, her eyes widening in front of her. A half-naked woman, physically toned and with a beautiful face, long curly black hair, was forced onto a table leaning against the wall. In the midst of her legs, too busy trying to rape her to notice her arrival, there was Private Collins.

"Stop, Collins!" Isabel screamed. The soldier's groans and lunges suddenly stopped.

"Shit!" He slowly raised his hands, the Iraqi woman flung herself into a corner of the room, squatting, trying to cover her nakedness with the shred of her dress.

"Vega, calm down and not to do nonsense" he tried to turn around.

"Calm down, shit!" She hit him with the butt of her rifle "You were raping a civilian, Collins!"

He chuckled "Come on, shoot me. I saw you first with that boy, you pissed yourself. You don't have the balls for this job, Vega "

Isabel was sweating in fear. She never thought she would point the weapon against a member of her squad, not even Collins. It was a piece of shit, she had often fantasized about beating him but not shooting him. She hesitated to answer, Collins realized that he had hit the mark, she was distracted.

He abruptly lowered himself and swept back in his leg. Isabel fired but the gust hit the wall in front of her, Collins's leg hit her ankle and knocked her to the ground. She let go of the weapon and found herself under her fellow soldier, his hands gripping her neck. He showed her his usual punch-smile in the face.

"I'm really tired of you, little bitch. It's time to give you a lesson! "

For a few seconds Isabel didn't react by looking for an action plan, she certainly wasn't going to end up killed by a cretin like Collins. Her left hand grabbed the man's testicles and squeezed as hard as she could. Caught by surprise, the man screamed with his breath down his throat. Isabel's right fist hit his jaw and knocked him to the ground. The woman got up and hit him with a kick in the middle of his ribs, then ran to retrieve the rifle and aimed it at him again.

"You broke my jaw, you bitch!" He shouted holding his hand on his cheek.

She giggled "Don't overdo, Collins. Your ugly face will certainly not get worse! "

A volley of three shots caught Isabel by surprise. It was the sound of an AK47. Three strong impacts on the right side, where Isabel knew the jacket didn't protect her. She turned to face the threat expecting to face another terrorist. The surprise blocked her for a second, Sergeant Campbell had time to tear the weapon from her hands and hit her in the chest with the butt of the weapon, making her fall to the ground.

Isabel touched her side to find her hand red blood. Staring at the ceiling she tried to reconnect what had happened. She saw the sergeant's face as he took the weapon and hit her. He must have been mistaken, he instinctively shot her, by mistake. What else could it be?

She saw him walk across her field of vision without a glance at her, grabbed Collins by the hair and hit him with a right hook.

"You're a fool! You're a dickhead! What did I tell you? "

Collins spat blood "Sorry Sergeant, I didn't remember it!"

"Of course you didn't remember it, you are always thinking only with your dull cock! I told you clearly: twenty days! Give me twenty days and Vega will be transferred to another team! And we can go back to doing what the fuck we want! And what do you do?" He hit him again with a kick "You rape a civilian during her first mission! I asked you to keep your dick in check for twenty days, I didn't think to ask too much!"

Isabel was on the ground listening to the sergeant's screams. She didn't want to believe what he was saying to Collins, they weren't really talking about what she thought, it had to be a terrible misunderstanding. She looked at her side, three holes vertically, it was very bad. She tried to get up with her elbows but a flash of pain crossed her chest and she fell back to the ground with a cry. The sergeant looked at her for a second, then screamed at Collins again.

"Piece of shit, I should kill you too, you don't know how happy I would be! But I'll already have too many paper to fill out with the casino you've made." Another kick in the ribs "Take your stuff and get out, I want to be alone with her. "

From the ground, Isabel couldn't see what was going on, she heard Collins's boots running away. Then the sobs of the Iraqi woman became a scream, immediately interrupted by a long burst of AK.

"Everything okay Isabel?"

For the third time on that day, the sergeant turned to her with the same question. His paternal tone did not mix well with the situation.

"Sergeant, please, don't …"

"Good Isabel, good" he said putting a finger on her lips "It will be easier if you let go"

The woman was shaking under him. "I don't … want to die, sergeant" was not the first time that Campbell found himself comforting a dying soldier, it was never easy. And this time he had fired himself at this.

"Nobody wants to die, little girl. But sometimes that's what happens when you get involved in things you don't understand "

In Isabel's eyes she saw a question that the girl didn't dare to do.

"Do you want to know why I shot you, Isabel?" The woman's eyes widened. She knew very well that it was he, but hearing him admit it so candidly baffled her.

"Life is hard here. Death is behind every corner. You can go shit and a mine blows your butt. Then they find your arm that still holds a roll of toilet paper. Really, it happened to Tarantino, fifth company. An inglorious death. The team needs something to ease the tension. "

He began to unfasten Isabel's bulletproof vest.

"These people already hate us, if we sometimes rape some girl the situation will certainly not get worse. This keeps the spirits up but you can't understand. I read your profile, a duty-bound person, an idealist. It's a real shame, you could be the best on the team with your skills but you couldn't stay. I told Collins to keep provoking you, I would ask for your transfer due to incompatibility with a team member. But it didn't work because that imbecile doesn't know how to keep the cock in place for more than a week "

All those excuses, those revelations came into Isabel's head like a hurricane. She could not imagine her teammates raping defenseless women, not those with whom she shared meals, with whom she joked during breaks. She could not believe that the sergeant not only endured, but took an active part in these rapes. The same sergeant she had saved even an hour earlier!

The pain and disappointment paralyzed her, she left tacitly that the sergeant took off her jacket.

"Isabel, if can be worth anything: I'm sorry. You saved my life, I didn't want it to end like this"

He stood up and took aim. Isabel stared at the wrong part of the assault rifle, three shots rang out in the house, one hit her below her rib cage, one just below the right breast, the other just above the left nipple.

The blows that reached her made Isabel jump, the pain was terrible, like fire in her chest. She had considered the idea that she would die but not be killed by her superior. When her perforated lungs began to fill up, Isabel began to spit blood, those that wanted to be cries were just gurgles in her throat.

The sergeant knelt again on her, slipped his hand into her pants and her underpants. He found her vagina perfectly smooth and wet. He smiled.

"Did you piss on yourself now or that joke from earlier was real?"

She kept staring at the ceiling breathing blood.

"You know, I really wanted to fuck with you. Unfortunately, the scientific exams won't allow me. You are unlucky. For the record: I didn't shoot you in the heart because it amuses me to see you dying"

Isabel could no longer hear him, lost in her agony. She wanted to change the world and now she couldn't even breathe. Big drops of blood had splashed her eyes and now the whole world was red. The throat, closed by the liquid, did not allow a little air to pass through. She clung to the life and to the sergeant's arm. He caressed her cheek whispering.

"It's everything okay, Isabel. It's everything ok…"

These were the last words that Isabel Vega heard before her gaze turned off forever. She bowed her head to one side and a stream of blood dripped to the ground.

Sergeant Campbell got up annoyed. It was time to clean up. She went outside where the men had gathered around Collins.

"He fell off a flight of stairs. Private Isabel Vega was killed by a terrorist in the fulfillment of her duty".

The men nodded, they knew well what he meant.

Campbell looked around "How many civilians are there?"

"We counted nine women and two elders"

He hated doing certain things "Take the weapons of the terrorists and kill everyone. Rifles, knives, I don't care. We cannot leave witnesses to what happened. The report will say that they were all dead when we arrived here, killed to keep them from falling into the hands of the infidels. "

The men left with a serious expression.

"Collins, a month of hell awaits you!"

He leaned against the jeep and began to hear the first screams and the first shots. He lit a cigarette.

"And someone recovers the body of private Vega. We certainly can't leave her here! "

He shook his head.

"Idealists …"

Here the story ends. This is the logic final, the one I imagined this story with, we can say the official one. Unfortunately for Isabel, I thought it was a waste to leave her there, so I wrote a little alternate ending


The sergeant knelt again on her, slipped his hand into her pants and her underpants. He found her vagina perfectly smooth and wet. He smiled.

"Did you piss on yourself now or that joke from earlier was real?"

She kept staring at the ceiling breathing blood.

"Fuck, how I would like to fuck you" he looked at the girl's body with a lustful look. He had a fair number of rapes behind him, like everyone else on his squad, but never with a soldier, let alone a pretty one.

"Fuck it, I have a friend in the morgue who can cover me"

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his penis in full erection. He lowered Isabel's trousers: her underpants were white, wet with a yellowish stain. He also removed those and penetrated her slit.

Just when she was beginning to accept death, Isabel felt the horror grow even more. Not only had her sergeant shot her treacherously, now he was raping her!

Lying on her, Campbell pushed at a steady pace, slipped his right hand under her shirt and squeezed her breasts regardless of the wounds. The pain for the girl was terrible, her screams continued to drown in the blood while the sergeant's cock continued to violate her. This was not how she wanted to die. Big drops of blood splashed her eyes and the whole world turned red; above her, she saw the chin of the man who was raping her, his stupid smile in the grip of pleasure. She could hear his moans and giggles as he treated her like a hole to break.

The sergeant increased the pace, the only sounds you could hear in the room were his moans of pleasure, Isabel's gurgling and a monotonous * chaf chaf *.

Isabel clung to life with every strength she had even though she knew that every extra minute was a minute of agony. She barely noticed when Campbell came out of her. Without understanding how, the woman found herself sitting. Her brown eyes tried to focus on something that was in front of her but without success. Something entered into her mouth, she opened it wide without understanding what it was, her brain was dying out. She wanted to change the world and now she couldn't even breathe with Campbell's cock tucked to the bottom of her throat "Choke you with this, Vega, choke you with this!"

These were the last words that Isabel Vega heard before her gaze turned off forever. The sergeant held her head with two hands and moved it back and forth, the heat and moisture from the blood around his penis sending him into raptures. Finally he came, with a cry of pleasure, holding Isabel's head close to his pelvis.

After a few seconds to catch his breath, Campbell slipped the woman's mouth from his cock and turned her head upwards. Her eyes were dull, her half-open lips allowed a sticky mixture to flow along her cheeck, red and white. Chuckling he touched her nose and let her fall to the ground sideways.

Satisfied, Sergeant Campbell stretched and tidied himself up. It was a great idea, fuck discretion, the morgue Morris could cover him. And who knows, maybe even he would have taken a ride with that beautiful corpse.

It was time to clean up. She went outside where the men had gathered around Collins.

"He fell off a flight of stairs. Private Isabel Vega was killed by a terrorist in the fulfillment of her duty".

The men nodded, they knew well what he meant.

Campbell looked around "How many civilians are there?"

"We counted nine women and two elders"

He hated doing certain things "Take the weapons of the terrorists and kill everyone. Rifles, knives, I don't care. We cannot leave witnesses to what happened. The report will say that they were all dead when we arrived here, killed to keep them from falling into the hands of the infidels. "

The men left with a serious expression.

"Collins, a month of hell awaits you!"

He leaned against the jeep and began to hear the first screams and the first shots. He lit a cigarette.

"And someone recovers the body of private Vega. We certainly can't leave her here! "

He shook his head.

"Idealists …"


Long ago I wrote a story with a method of murder similar to this one. Recently with my arrival on Fetnoir I took the opportunity to rewrite it. Enjoy it!

The Tax Man

It was almost 11 am when Offman reached the address they had given him. The house was absolutely not the one the boy expected. Lavish, built with large pink and white stones, with a large garden surrounded by a perimeter wall with sharp black bars. He would have imagined something more sober.

The doorbell rang, almost a minute passed before someone answered.

"Who is it?"

"My name is Offman. Is Mr. Jabari at home? "

"Come on in"

The gate slowly began to move. Offman got back in the car and entered the courtyard. The place was well cared for, the grass was freshly cut and the hedges were well maintained, the road was made up of small white pebbles. He arrived in a small parking lot. One next to the other was a red and black motorcycle and a black car with blue trim. The bike looked like a Yamaha judging by the emblem but Offman had never been interested in motorcycles and couldn't say more. The car was a Mini, even this was an unexpected detail for the boy.

He parked his car and headed for the entrance, the door was already open.

"Can I come in, Mr. Jabari?"

"Come in, kid, I was cleaning up"

Xavier Jabari, the Agency's star, was nothing but an old man, balding, gray hair, a black bandage on his left eye. He was wearing a light blue jumpsuit and a pair of slippers, holding a rag and a bottle of detergent in his hands. Some disappointment flashed in Offman's eyes.

"Excuse the look, I usually dress better but I would never want to dirty my clothes. Does the Agency send you? "

Offman shook his head to recover "Yes, I had to bring you this" he handed him a brown envelope, for A4 sheets, from the thickness it contained several inside.

"Put it on the table, I'll read it later," the man said, continuing to clean the house.

Offman obeyed and left the package. He looked around disoriented: his task was over, he could leave, but when would he have the opportunity to meet Xavier Jabari, the Agency's most famous killer again? That man was a living legend, with hundreds of missions behind him. Yet that old man in slippers looked nothing like the image that Offman had made of him.

He returned to the door and, awkwardly, turned to the man.

"So … I would go away. I delivered the package … "

Xavier smiled "You imagined me different, didn't you?"

"Yes indeed"

"First rule boy: don't judge someone by appearance. Dark glasses, leather clothes, stilettos, sculpted muscles, they don't make a killer! There are dozens of them in that way that they recruit each year. They last two missions, they are like a magnet for looks. Invisibility, don't attract attention, mingle with the crowd. These are the real weapons! Keep me this. "

He handed him a heavy vase with a plant and cleaned the piece of furniture on which it was leaning.

"I heard they call you the Tax Man, is it true?"

Xavier laughed "An old joke and you are condemned to life. I prefer to quote Benjamin Franklin to explain its origin. In this world nothing can be said to certain, except death and the Tax Man. It is not a name that I often use but sometimes it makes me laugh. Put that vase back down, thanks. "

Offman obeyed, now intrigued.

"I've heard a lot of stories about you. Is it true that you can kill someone with a clothespin? "

The man stopped dusting, a sinister grin appeared on his face. Offman shuddered for a moment.

"Over there, in the top cabinet, there should be some whiskey. Pour a couple of glasses and join me in the living room. "

Offman obeyed, still a little shaken. It was enough a strange expression of that man to give him the chills. Perhaps it was just suggestion because of all the stories he had heard about him but he had never seen such a sneer.

When he arrived with the two glasses of whisky, Xavier was waiting for him sitting on a chair, holding a framed photograph in his hand.

"This is Fawn"

Embraced him, in the photo, there was a beautiful Asian woman, raven-black hair shoulder lenght, brown eyes, smiling.

"She was a beautiful woman, intelligent, with a fix for boots"

"Were you friends?"

"We've been great friends for years, worked at the Agency with me. She wasn't a killer, if this was your next question, she gave field support, information and planning. But she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty when needed."

"What happened to her?"

"They caught her stealing money from the Agency. And of course they gave me the job of killing her"


Fawn advanced confident on the sidewalk, contemptuous of those around her. A tight black leather dress, black leggings, large dark glasses and red lipstick on the lips. Her white skin complemented the woman's color picture. Inevitable, in the style of Fawn, a pair of boots with heels also black, high up to above the knee. A distinctive sign compared to the dull women around her, in sandals or sneakers. She attracted people's looks and she liked it.

Xavier watched her from afar, praying in her heart that the woman would not stop in the shoe store fifty yards ahead, he didn't have all day to wait for her.

Fawn entered the shop hopping for a moment like a schoolgirl. To the saleswoman who came to meet her to help her, she answered with a dry "No". She brushed the tips of those wonderful boots on display shaken almost by a shudder of pleasure. She needed those boots! She didn't need it but she NEEDED IT! Like a child in a toy store, she seized three pairs and slipped into the dressing room.

"I hate her when she does this"

Too many times they had been shopping together, he certainly wasn't going to wait for her today that he had to kill her! Xavier looked at his watch, it was five in the afternoon. There was no point in staying there, as much as going to her house. He walked towards his motorcycle to anticipate his prey.

Fawn left the shop an hour and a half later after leaving a few hundred pounds in their cash registers. She had only one shopping bag in her hand, the others would have them sent home.

Outside her home gate, she found Xavier and his motorcycle. He was impeccable, with his gray suit and charming smile.

"Hi, Fawn. Everything good?"

"Hi Xavier! It's a long time since I've seen you! "

"I was a month in France, a witness who didn't want to be found"

"Are you here to visit a dear friend?"

"Unfortunately I'm here for work Fawn. I have to ask you some questions if it's not a problem "

"No problem. Follow me, I'll let you in "

Xavier sat in the chair, Fawn's furniture was original to say the least.

"Am I offering you something? I have whiskey if you want! "

"You spoil me too, honey"

The woman came back to him with two glasses, a large one full of whiskey, one tall and slender, with cold sparkling wine inside.


"As always Xavier" she raised the glass "To old friends?"

"To old friends," he replied, touching the woman's glass with his own. They both took a good sip of their drink and spent a few minutes talking about the latest events in their lives.

"So, Xavier. Should you have asked me any questions? "

"Operation Yellow Eagle, do you remember?"

Fawn made an effort "Give me a hand …?"

"Chicago, three months ago"

"The Umber sisters, right! I remember, with the Dollhouse killer "

"Exact. There have been payment irregularities for that mission. Money has been lost in the various rounds of money from one account to another. Four million dollars disappeared in who knows what foreign account. "

"And what do I have?"

"You were the support for that mission, you took care of the transfer of funds"

"And you think I got those 4 million?"

"You said it, not me"

She got offended "Don't say crap, if I had taken that money I certainly wouldn't have stayed here waiting for you"

She leaned against the fireplace and looked at Xavier again. She didn't see any weapons on him but she couldn't be sure.

"It must have been Randy, he was wandering around that operation like a fly on shit, I always had it in my way, you should goes to question him instead of wasting my time!"

"Fawn, I'm not here to question you, they've already given me the job"

"Bullshit. They have no proof” She put her hand in the woodshed.

"And since when do they need it?"

Fawn pulled out her hidden gun and pointed it at Xavier's face, he raised his hands.

"Hey, calm down, calm down, don't get upset"

"Don't tell me to calm down, you came to kill me!"

"It is true but so much that gun is useless, I entered and I unloaded it before you arrived"

Fawn noticed that the gun was heavier than usual, almost unable to hold it. Her friend's face was starting to get blurred.

"And I also drugged your Prosecco"

"Xavier …" she whispered, frightened.

"Today I am not Xavier, I am the Tax Man. And I came to collect."

Wobbling on her boots, the woman fell to the ground faintly, Xavier grabbed her before she reached the floor.


"Planning. It is the most important part of a mission. She had practically died since she put her lips on that glass "

"And then what happened?" Asked Offman, speaking for the first time since the old killer had started his tale.

"What always happens in such a situation. There is a punishment for traitors. I undressed her, tied her up and raped her all night "

"Wasn't she your friend?"

"Boy, Fawn hasn't become anything but a target for me since they gave me the job. The rules in this job are hard and she knew them well "

He finished drinking the contents of the glass "The poor Fawn had excellent tastes in whiskey".

Offman looked at him confused "Is it the same whiskey?"

"It's the same bottle, we opened it last night. You weren't the smartest in your class, were you? "

"Is this her home?"

"Obviously. This place is too flashy, too lavish for my taste. "

"And Fawn?"

"She's still there tied to the bed"


"On a practical level, yes. But as I told you, she had died since she drank from that glass "

It took Offman a few seconds to formulate the next question.

"Can I see her?"

"Sure boy, let's go visit our friend. So I show you how to kill with a clothespin "

The door swung open on Fawn's bedroom. Lying on the mattress, there was the woman that Offman had seen in the photograph. She was completely naked, tied tightly with open arms to the headboard of the bed, three pieces of fabric tape fastened her mouth firmly. She was sweaty, her hair was untidy. On the body, spots of sperm and some bruises, traces of makeup on her face had soiled her cheeks. Offman couldn't help but notice that the only piece of clothing she wore was a pair of black boots, knee-length.

"Fawn will introduce you … did you tell me your name?"

"Offman, sir"

"Fawn will introduce you to Offman, Offman will introduce you to Fawn"

The woman started kicking, for sure she had saved her strength for a while. The screams were easily choked by the tape but Xavier came up to comfort her.

"It's all right Fawn, everything's fine, he's a friend …" he stroked her cheeks as she tried to hit him with a heel of her boot "I love it when you're tough. It will all be over soon, you'll see! ”He walked away as she continued kicking trying to turn her shoes into deadly weapons.

"My idea. She came home with a new pair of boots, I thought she might like to die wearing them" He rubbed his own arm "Actually tonight she hit me a couple of times but it only added to the fun " .

The woman looked at the two men with hatred, breathing heavily with her nose.

"Fawn is a tough woman. Even after a night of violence she did not lose her fighting spirit. But sooner or later they all break, I guarantee you" He pulled out a clothespin from his pocket "And now the magic. Squeeze her nose with this one. It is her only airflow at the moment. She has no way to take it off so tied up. It is like suffocating someone but you don't have the slightest effort "

It was such an obvious solution that the boy laughed. Xavier headed for the headboard with the clothespin in his hand. Fawn looked at him, shaking her head, eyes wide with fear.

"You were a real friend Fawn, it was a pleasure to work with you" he grabbed the woman's head with one hand to make her stay still and squeezed the clothespin on her nose.

He took two steps back, coming back to Offman.

"Look at her! She's choking and we don't move a muscle "

Fawn started kicking but the two killers were out of reach. She held her breath and knew she could even get three minutes in apnea under normal conditions but those were anything but normal conditions. With all the strength she tried to tear off the ropes that held her hands but it was a useless effort. She began to shake her head whirling to the right and left to try to blow up the clothespin, but even that proved to be just a waste of energy. She cursed mentally "I had to buy cheaper clothes pegs!" A little more than a minute had passed but she felt she was at the limit, she looked in the direction of Xavier.

"Look how wonderful. She is already dead, her body no longer belongs to her" she grabbed and gripped one of her breasts" Only that she has yet to accept it ".

"Fuck Xavier, I'm not dead yet. And if I can free myself from here I'll kick your ass up in Lapland! And if I get my hands on that lousy Randy, I …" She felt the boy's hand rummaging in her smooth vagina, fiddling with her clit "Wait, stop! You can not…"

"Look at her eyes, alternates states of anger with states of fear, is completely at the mercy of events"

Offman watched aroused as her throat muscles writhed in search of an air molecule, her breasts lowering and rising as Fawn tried unsuccessfully to fill her lungs.

"As I told you, boy, her body no longer belongs to her, I take my share."

Fawn watched as Xavier climbed up her with half-dropped pants and penetrated her. Pushing back and forth using the woman's shoulders as a grip, he pressed on her chest already short of air.

She realized with horror that she could do absolutely nothing to prevent it, that the air was rapidly running out. She looked sideways, Offman was watching her. She tried to beg for mercy, he was the only one who could save her at that moment but he did nothing but look at her and smile, an erection evident in his pants.

Her eyes were watering, the pressure in her chest and throat was getting stronger and more painful, she was dying and all for a fucking clip on her nose. She think back to Xavier's words, "She is already dead, she just has to accept it". She couldn't accept it, not like that. Not for something she hadn't done. And that maniac above her enjoyed his fucking fuck!

The minutes passed and the woman below Xavier moved less and less, there are only occasional movements of the pelvis. It wasn't long before the only movements of her body came from the pushes of the man inside her. Fawn's eyes were staring into void. She was dead.

Xavier continued for a while, grabbing and squeezing the woman's breasts as his penis entered and exited. He came inside her with a prolonged pleasure moan.

He looked at her lifeless eyes, took off the tape and the clothespin. A red mark remained evident on the woman's nose. He gave her a light kiss on the lips.

"Goodbye Fawn"

He stood up smiling. As he was leaving her, he noticed that the woman was releasing a clear stream of urine.

Offman caressed the inside of the woman's thigh.

"Do you think I can take a ride?"

"And who prevents you? I've already had my share and she" he squeezed her breast "She has no say in the matter"

Excited, Offman climbed onto the woman's body and penetrated her with his erect penis.

As the boy enjoyed the woman's body, Xavier headed for the kitchen. He poured another glass of whiskey. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the envelope that Offman had brought there. He might as well have a look at it.

Inside there were several accounting and email printouts. He read everything with care.

Offman continued to have his moment with Fawn's body when Xavier entered the room.

"Do you know the envelope you brought here? There were some documents, some compromising emails. It seems that it was Randy who stole the money, they got rid of him already."

Offman felt a sudden wave that he could not control, stepped out of Fawn and with his cock in his hand spurted on the woman's chest. He caught his breath for a few seconds

"Do you mean that Fawn had nothing to do with it?"

"Obviously our friend was just the victim of a funny coincidence"

He gave her a couple of pats on the cheeks. "Not bad. It was a fantastic night."

Offman looked at the woman's terrify face. She was innocent then. Maybe they should have read those papers first.

"I have a question, Mr. Jabar"

"Tell me well"

"In his sixty …"

"How old do you think I am?" The killer looked at him with his only half-closed eye, waiting.

Shit. "Sixty-two?"

Xavier shook his head "I'm 58. But I forgive you, everyone thinks I'm older."

"I wanted to tell you: in your 58 years you killed hundreds of people. Is it true that you see their faces during dreams?"

"Sometimes it happens. It's the nights when I wake up with white spots in my underwear"

Offman remained silent for a few seconds and then began to laugh nervously.



If there was one thing that Rose could not stand of the sentry shifts were the mosquitoes. In that jungle there were millions of them and, despite the pesticides with which the base was treated every day, someone could always evade the controls and buzz in the girl's ear.

The company she worked for was Trully Pharmaceutics, committed in developing new drugs and cutting-edge medicines according to its investors, and in mind control and the creation of an advanced human race for its detractors.

Rose didn't believe such nonsense. She was 24 years old, red hair tied with two braids that went down behind her back. Blue-gray eyes and a face full of freckles, a camouflage uniform and a helmet on her head, the young Londoner was an unexpected sight in that hostile place.

She had arrived in Panama a couple of weeks before, the work was well paid and the effort was not too much, to control the local workers when they came in and out and to keep the most curious animals away. There were eleven guards in the walled complex, of which four women. She could not tell the number of workers between local and foreign but probably settled on a hundred.

Everything would have been perfect had it not been for that damn mosquito!

At least she was well harnessed, the only uncovered area was her face and it wasn't the first time she had tried to hit the mosquito just to slap herself on the cheek. It was an unequal fight but she swore that before the end of her shift, that damn bloodsucker would die.

Clutching her M16, Rose watched the jungle, unsuspecting that someone was climbing with grapples the perimeter wall at the back of the base. The guard on the backdoor had already died with a rifle shot to the temple.

Through a telescopic sight, a man watched her fight against the mosquito. He should have already shot her but was enjoying the scene, almost comical, of the girl with red hair who slapped herself.

PACK! "Bastard, I got you!" Rose watched satisfied the blood stain, her blood, on her hand with the damn black sucker in the center. The hunt was finally over, at least for this time.

The man saw Rose smile looking at her hand. There was a small red spot on her face. It was the perfect time to put a bullet through her heart but a burst of machine gun ruined his plans. From within the complex, someone had started shooting.

"Shit, they are already inside!"

He had delayed too much, he saw the girl rushing towards the door after a moment of hesitation. In any case, the main entrance was free, he vowed to find the red girl's body later.

Despite working with the armed forces for three years, Rose had never been in a real firefight. From silent and tranquil, the complex had become a war zone in just a few minutes. The girl heard the gusts of the M16s and other weapons she could not identify, her heart was pounding as she heard the screams in Spanish and English.

On the ground there were already bodies belonging to some workers of the complex, she ran to the guards' dormitories but her race was stopped by a group of five guerrillas, she managed to hide just in time.

They spoke in Spanish, they were without uniforms and carried old AK47s. She had never been informed of the presence of guerrillas in the area, they were not prepared to reject an organized assault.

The road to the military quarters was blocked, she decided to go back to the staff quarters. They were connected and from there she could reach her companions. She saw four other men enter through the front door she was guarding, perhaps she shouldn't have left her position. The civilians ran into the courtyard and were shot down by bullets, she could not understand who might want such a massacre.

She reached the staff quarters, heard gusts inside. Cautiously, she entered with the weapon pointed, trying not to make any noise. A man walked looking under the beds in search of fugitives, Rose took aim and fired a short burst that caught him in the chest and neck making him collapse to the ground. Only a second later the girl realized that it was the first time she had shot someone and she felt no remorse, that man had come there to kill everyone, he didn't deserve pity. When she reached him, he was already dead.

There were only corpses around her, she checked them but nobody was breathing. From the military quarters she continued to hear gusts, there was no time for grief, she had to help her companions.

Rose crossed the corridor with a heavy step, she knew she was making a lot of noise but she could not afford delays. Even so she arrived just in time to see only the end of the massacre that had taken place in the quarters.She saw a guerrilla shoot in the back of a woman on the ground, judging by her blond hair it must have been Chrissie.

Frightened, Rose took a few steps back hoping not to be seen, there were at least six armed men in front of her. Her brain was unsure whether to flee or fight, her hands clutching the weapon undecided about what to do. It was fate that made the decision for her, one of the enemies saw her and braced his rifle. Instinct took over in Rose who watered the room with bullets riddling the man who had seen her and at least two other of her companions.

Rose stared at the scene with wide eyes, it was almost like she wasn't the one shooting. The sound of her rifle pounded in her ears, red flowers exploded from the guerrilla bodies. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was now shooting empty and that her burst was over. Only two of the men were still alive, when they heard the weapon making silence they answered the fire in the direction of the girl.

Rose rushed down the corridor, praying she wouldn't be hit by a bullet in the back. Luck that moment was on her side and none of the shots hit her. Voices in front of her, she could not get out of where she came in, turned left and entered the canteen, with another bit of luck she might have been able to go out through the kitchen door.

She bent behind a table for a moment, groping for the magazines of her weapon in the dark only to discover with terror that there was nothing. Had she forgotten them? Had they fallen in the race? Rose didn't know, she just knew she was unarmed and that there was a good chance she was the last soldier left alive. She almost felt like crying, she didn't want to die in that place, she wanted to go home, see her loved ones again. She couldn't give up like that.

From the kitchen, a noise. Two men entered boldly, they spoke in Spanish. Rose had learned a little Spanish but not enough to understand what they said. She frantically searched for something to use as a weapon on the tables in the canteen, found only a table knife, with a round point, that someone had left there since dinner.

Hidden in a dark corner between two pieces of furniture, with her legs curled up and her hands on her chest clutching the knife, Rose began to pray. She hadn't done it since she was a young girl but right now it seemed like the only thing she could do. She saw the two men pass the kitchen doors. They were in the canteen, they had torches.

Rose tried to breathe as little as possible into her little corner, mentally recited all the prayers she could think of. Her knuckles turned white with the force of tightening the inoffensive knife, her only chance of salvation.

The two torches framed her almost at the same time, Rose felt like a deer staring at the headlights of the car coming towards her. Blinded by that light, with trembling lips, she threw away the cutlery in her hand and raised both arms to the sky.

"I give up! Please, I give up, don't shoot "

She closed her eyes in terror, waiting for a burst of machine gun through her chest. It never arrived.

"You were the redhead girl at the front door"

Rose nodded, the man spoke English, with only a slight accent.

"The one who kept slapping herself"

A boulder fell on her heart, until half an hour ago her only enemy was a stubborn mosquito, but now she was going to die.

"I give up, don't hurt me"

"I can't believe I'm so lucky. You are a splendid soldier. "

"I'll do what you want, please. But don't shoot me "

The man seemed interested in the proposal, murmured a few words to the companion who came out of the cafeteria with a chuckle.

"We're just two of us beauty. And if you're good, you can get out of here without a bullet in your pretty face”

Did Rose really trust him? Obviously not, but it was the only possibility left to cling to. She took off her helmet and went to her knees towards him gently stroking the erection in his pants. She looked up but the flashlight blinded her and prevented her from seeing his face.

She untied his pants and took the guerrilla cock in her mouth, he put his hand behind her head, accompanying her movement. In that position, Rose did her best using all the techniques she knew to satisfy the man, raised her eyes smiling, alternately used her hands and mouth, massaged the penis with her tongue, trying to be as sensual as possible.

"Good soldier, you're doing well. I think I'll keep you with me, you're really good … "

Encouraged, Rose went on even harder. The life of the concubine certainly would not have been beautiful, but at least it was a life and perhaps one day she would be able to escape. The man lifted her by the hips.

"Get up, lie down on that table"

It was a narrow but sturdy table, the girl lay on her back but her whole body did not enter, her head and legs were without support. She held her head up and saw the man tearing her pants between her thighs. She knew what was going to happen but that didn't make it any easier. She felt his rough fingers caress her perfectly smooth vagina, bent her head backwards, making her stick out from the table and closed her eyes. She felt that he was slipping two fingers inside her, while with his thumb he stimulated her clitoris. The girl tried to ignore the conflicting signals her body sent her, a mixture of fear and pleasure.

Holding her legs up, the man penetrated her and began to rape her. Rose tried not to scream, kept her lips as tight as possible but he was hurting her, her braids swaying beneath her, with each thrust she seemed to fall backwards but the man held her firmly by her thighs. She never expected to be raped when she started the shift, but several unexpected things had happened that night.

In addition to her muffled sobs, Rose could hear the moans of pleasure of her rapist, the table crunching slightly below her, their flesh fluttering between them. She stared at the upside-down wall in front of her eyes, hoping that that nightmare would end soon.

She heard the man's moans increase in intensity and his thrusts get stronger, she just had to hold out a little longer. A sudden pain made her mouth open and her back arched, in panic she raised her head and shoulders and saw a large hunting knife completely stuck into her flesh, a few centimeters higher than her navel. Itsank in her uniform to the hilt, the man held it with his right hand and used it as a handle. Rose looked up but still couldn't see his face hidden in the darkness.

Surprised by that stab, the girl began to squeak, tried to wriggle, to get rid of that grip, but the only goal she reached was to make her attacker even more excited with her vagina writhing around her member.

"Stop please!" He turned the blade, Rose screamed in pain. She felt the cold of steel in her flesh, the warmth of her blood wetting her skin and soaking her clothes, she was sick with pain, she could not keep her head raised.

The man muttered something in Spanish and pulled out the blade, she moaned from the horrible feeling of the knife coming out of her belly leaving a void inside her. Groping she felt the wound, with her trembling hand she felt her clothes wet and sticky. The man dodged her hand and sank the knife again, right next to the first wound. Rose screamed again, it seemed even worse than the first stab.

She held her hands around that of the guerrilla who in turn gripped the hilt. She heard him laugh and moan as his penis was thrown towards the final rush. With a sudden movement he pulled the blade out again, wounding her hands and then sinking it a third time just above the left nipple.

The poor girl could no longer resist, her breasts swayed under the rapist's thrust, her pelvis moved slowly in what she wanted to be a flight at full speed away from that place.

With her arms and head bent backwards, Rose began to choke. Breathing was already difficult in that position and with twenty centimeters of steel stuck in a lung the situation certainly could not improve. The ferrous taste of blood went up her throat, she began to cough to free herself but it was an unequal struggle. Blood ran down her upside down face, dirtying her cheeks and eyes, entering her nose. Engaged in this struggle to breathe, she hardly noticed the man who came inside her with an animal scream.

After a few seconds slumped over her to listen her spasms, the killer got up, pressed the knife deeper with a sadistic grin and slipped it out. He came out of her and let go of her legs that fell without force along the table. He grabbed Rose's arm and used a sleeve to clean up his cock, then patted the dying girl's cheek. He heard the sound of a liquid flowing, checked better and saw a light trail coming out of his victim's urethra and dripping on the floor, like a slightly open tap. He laughed and muttered something in Spanish and left the table carrying the flashlight with him. She had not even managed to see the face of the man who had murdered her. The room fell into darkness.

Rose was still alive but life had almost abandoned her. She was afraid of dying there alone in the dark. Raped and stabbed, a puddle of urine beneath her. That was not how she wanted to die. Coughing and spitting she kept gaining seconds but she felt more and more cold.

With her arms, legs and head that dangled from the table, Rose awaited death. A mosquito buzzed in her ear but this time Rose left her alone. It could drink all her blood now, not that she had left much of it. The poor girl died a few minutes later, away from home, with a mosquito as the only companion.


There was a mosquito buzzing around me while I was writing this story and it never stopped. Unlike Rose , I couldn't hit it. Just for completeness, this is the final paragraph that was cut off before I convinced myself to close with the mosquito.


A new torch lit up the table she was in, casting her shadow on the wall behind her. For a moment she could see the outline of her body dangling on the table.

"What a ignoble way to die," she thought.

Two voices in Spanish laughed, someone lifted her legs and penetrated her again but now she didn't care anymore. The last thing Rose saw was the shape upside down of a penis as it slipped into her mouth, then darkness.


Yah, I liked the mosquito ending best too Ofix. Brings it round in a nice circle.


Another gem, OfixN. Your English is virtually flawless in this one, too.


A little experiment, maybe a little slower than usual but I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy it!

Rest Stop

"I'll die here, I already know." Claire watched for the umpteenth time outside the window of the rest stop where she worked. A road lost through New Mexico, with little traffic. And she was stuck there, at 19 years of live, with no place to go beyond that. In the kitchen, she could see from the window Arnold sleeping in his chair. 60 years old, bald, about three times heavier than her. He had worked there for thirty years, he was the cook of that place. Claire looked at him with terror, not because he was a bad person, in fact he was a man as good as bread, but because she could see herself sitting there in forty years, fat and spoiled. She tried not to think about it but on such days it was difficult. Auburn hair tied in a ponytail, big dreamy brown eyes and some freckles, Claire dreamed of seeing the world, of wearing elegant clothes, of having great adventures, like everyone at that age. All she had instead was a 10-hour shift and a uniform consisting of black trousers, a green baseball hat and a red uniform with the restaurant’s logo printed on it, a stylized white hamburger with two smiling eyes. The only view she could enjoy, if she was lucky, was an occasional truck with an original advertisement on its side

Of the eight tables, only two had customers. It was probably rush hour. The usual two old ladies sat in the table closest to the bathrooms. They had been there since the morning and ordered green tea for each person. They came there just for the air conditioning and stayed all day, watching the few customers coming and going. When they came out they didn't even leave a tip. Claire had long been resisting the temptation to dress their tea with something more than a bag of sugar but she was too good a girl to do such a thing.

At the other table there was a father with his ten-year-old daughter, they had almost finished eating. Both seemed happy, it was a scene that would once have warmed Claire's heart. Except that this identical scene happened exactly every two weeks, the man did not have the faith on his finger and went every day at the same time with the man who tried to hide from his daughter the pain he felt in having to separate from her. At least from him with a few smiles she was able to get decent tips.

It was a past three when three people entered the door. They were two men and a woman,
Claire had never seen them in there. The youngest of the two men will have been about twenty-five, blond, short hair, a light beard. Contemptuous smile and attentive look, he wore baggy jeans, a black shirt and a gray hoodie.

The other man was older, probably almost fifty years old, taller but thinner than his friend, wearing a black pork pie hat that covered a completely bald head. His face was worn, as he had lost weight lately. With black glasses and a goatee, Claire remembered one of those carnival costumes with fake glasses and nose. Black velvet trousers and a dark blue shirt completed the character.

The woman was very beautiful, twenty-five, maximum thirty years, dressed in an elegant white blouse and a yellow overcoat, a skirt came just below the knee, the shoes were white with a not too high heel. Yellow handbag, light and delicate skin, under the wide hat, also yellow, concealed jet-black hair smooth shoulders length.

The woman's blue eyes looked around entering the room and met Claire's eyes. Her red lips seemed about to whisper something when the younger man put a hand on her shoulder and gently led her to the corner table of the room. The elderly man gave her a gallant nod inviting her to sit down first and then sit down immediately after her, on her right. Instead, the young man chose the place to the left of the woman.

Claire couldn't hear what they were saying but she gave them time to consult the menus fervently waiting to break the monotony of that day. The radio played an old and melancholy country song. As always, after all, she had never been able to get the best of the radio, Arnold was claiming his seniority.

The two men took a quick look at the menus and close them almost immediately, the woman continued to watch it carefully, undecided. Claire pawed with a pen and notebook already in her hand. The old man was drumming his fingers and watching the woman. After a few minutes the young man touched her shoulder telling her something, she closed the menu and looked at Claire.

The girl ran off, with the impulse of a midfielder. With her best girlish smile she turned to the three.

"Good morning, what am I bringing you?"

"For me, bacon and eggs" the man said without taking his eyes off the woman in yellow.

"For me a cheeseburger and a coke, thank you," the boy said, smiling at the waitress.

"Water for me," the man added.

Claire wrote everything, waiting for the woman's ordination. She waited a few seconds then looked up from the notebook and noticed that the woman was looking at her.

"What do you take instead?"

Looking down, the woman said flatly "Just a long coffee, thank you"

"Perfect, get it right away."

Along the way to the counter, Claire thought back to the woman's gaze, she was worried, certainly not at ease. After waking up Arnold and calling orders, she returned to the bar to make coffee. The three were talking, apparently in a calm manner, perhaps she had imagined everything. She brought the coffee first.

"Here it is"


The woman took the cup without looking away from Claire. She was right, something was wrong. She walked away from the table again, feeling three pairs of eyes on her. She went back into the kitchen.

"Arnold, something's happening out there"

"What do you mean?"

"There are two men and a woman, she keeps looking at me, as if she wanted to ask me for help"

"Did they order anything?"

"Fuck, Arnold, are you listening to me?"

"Claire, I heard you very well. Do your own business, it's the best way to get by here. Besides, if you have to worry every time a woman isn't comfortable with a man …"

"Fuck Arnold" the girl turned, crossing her arms.

"Come on, you're exaggerated. Maybe she has a crush on you, who knows. Brings these up there or they get cold"

Grumbling, Claire left the kitchen and brought the food to the three customers. The waitress could not help noticing that the woman was drinking from the cup with her hands trembling slightly. The old man still didn't look at her as the boy at least thanked Claire for bringing him the dishes.

She went back to the counter trying not to see what was happening. It was none of her business, Arnold was right. They kept talking but she couldn't hear what they were saying. The woman was probably just nervous, there was nothing to worry about. Yet there was something inside her that wanted to run to the aid of that unknown woman.

The minutes passed without major events, the two men finished their meal while the woman occasionally brought the cup to her lips, drinking small sips. None of the three had ever stood up, not even to go to the bathroom. Claire could well see how the woman was practically a prisoner in the corner.

"Calm down Claire, breathe. Nothing strange is happening, it's all autosuggestion"

A familiar noise sounded in the girl's ears, a cup that spilled over. The woman at the corner table had overturned her coffee, Claire joined them with a roll of paper.

"Leave it here, we'll take care of it. Our friend is a little careless," the man said.

"No problem, it happens" she began to clean, bending over the table. She could feel the tension around her but she was determined not to flinch, the longer she stayed there, the longer the woman would be safe. She carefully cleaned the whole table looking around, then when she could no longer linger she took the empty cup with her and left.

Shit, she was almost pissed in, there in the middle. She couldn't believe she had the courage. When she returned to the kitchen she was as pale as a sheet.

"Fuck Arnold, they have guns!"

He frowned "One more reason to stay away. Places like this are the favorite hangout of serial killers, better not provoke them."

"Shit Arnold, they have guns drawn in here!"

"Then lower that little voice"

Claire jumped. She continued to speak in a low but agitated tone.

"They have guns, I went there to clean and I saw one, the boy tried to hide it but I saw it! I fear they can hurt that woman!"

"Do you know her?"

Claire gave a start.

"Arnold, you really are …"

"Listen, Claire. Do you have a gun? No. Do I have a gun? No. Who has a gun in this place? Those two. The police are at least twenty minutes from here. How do you think it would end if we intervene?" "

With his forefinger he touched Claire's chest to the left, then to the right, then he hit his forehead.

"Dead. Flowers and tears. And that woman would die all the same. I also remember a father with his daughter in the room, why not take them out too? Of those two old women, I don't care of them anyway, tell them, maybe it's time good that we get rid of them. "

Claire looked at him with wide eyes. She turned and, without saying a word, returned to the restaurant room.

"Don't fuck up, girl!"

She placed herself behind the cash desk leaning against the counter and breathing deeply. Had Arnold really decided to let that poor woman die? She couldn't believe it. He was such a kind man. She looked toward the table, the woman was talking to the old man when she turned terrified to the young man, looking down. Claire thought she was looking at the gun but she couldn't be sure from there. The man continued to carry on the conversation, the boy said only a few words from time to time.

The scene was interrupted by the couple father daughter who arrived at the cashier to pay. Claire, distracted, took the money, then whispered to the man "Help me, please" and nodded to the corner table. He turned for a moment, then looked back at Claire and nodded his head, pointing to his daughter beside him who was playing with a toy car. Head down he turned and, at a brisk pace, left the room carrying the child with him.

She certainly could not blame him. But now she was alone, with no one to help her. She kept following the scene out of the corner of her eye, sometimes she noticed that the woman was glancing in her direction but didn't have the courage to reciprocate. She kept her eyes fixed on the menu, reading it in a low voice, trying not to see what was happening.

Suddenly a muffled noise echoed in the room, along with a groan from the woman dressed in yellow. Arnold had probably not even heard it from the kitchen and the old ladies hadn't even made a start but the young Claire's ears could not have heard that shot, even if covered by a silencer. She buried her face in the menu so as not to see her terrified expression, she was trembling all over, her throat was dry. She had to sit on a stool to keep from falling.

A few seconds later, another shot. Arnold was right, she had no way to intervene and probably not even the courage to do so. The only thing she could do was watch the scene and maybe bring some justice to that woman. From where she was, she could see her confused and frightened expression. The woman, with her mouth half open, looked first to the right and then to the left while holding a hand on her stomach. The music partly covered her moans but they still came painfully to Claire's ears. The woman tried to escape trying awkwardly to climb over the older man but he held her back without difficulty. Claire managed to catch a glimpse of the pistol pressed against her stomach, she still heard that horrible noise three times. The woman fell back on the couch, panting.

It was increasingly difficult to pretend not to hear, Claire had tears in her eyes but could not intervene. She didn't want to die for nothing. Two more shots, she almost seemed to feel the pain of the woman. She could imagine her stomach torn to pieces by bullets, the blood trickling down her legs. For a moment she fainted, clinging to the cash desk to avoid falling off the stool. She felt like vomiting but resisted. She did not witness the last act but she heard the woman's feeble pleas, a shot and a sudden silence.

She bit her forefinger to keep from screaming, she realized only then that a yellowish pool had formed under the stool, her pants were wet. Had she pissed in fear? She saw the woman with her head resting on the table, the two men looked around with apparent calm. The two old women hadn't noticed anything. The older one looked in her direction. With one last puff they got up carrying their dirty dishes with them and put them on the counter. Claire opened her eyes to see them approaching, the terror was evident on her face, she was unable to hide it. She got up from her stool but like a deer in the middle of the road she was unable to escape.

The old man put his hand in his pocket, Claire stopped breathing. He took out two 100-dollar bills and placed them on the counter.

"For lunch. And your … discretion "

Without another word, the two men left the place. Claire saw them get in the car and ride away. The girl collapsed again, completely emptied, on the stool. She began to cry without brakes without even knowing the exact reason, if for fear, if for the joy of being still alive or if for the fact that she had remained to watch without intervening. She remained on the stool crying for at least ten minutes while the table on the corner was covering in blood.

Finally she decided she had to do something, at least pretend to notice the corpse in the room. And apologize to her. She stood up and trembling as she reached the woman's body. She was with her head on the table, bent toward her, her gaze lost in space, a cheek resting on her own blood. She noticed that she had a faith on her finger.

"Sorry," she murmured through her tears, before she closed the woman's eyes. She didn't want to die, she knew she had made the only sensible thing but the guilt gripped her. Suddenly something caught her eye. The woman's bag was open, inside there was a thick roll of paper. She put her hand inside and gently pulled the object out, her eyes widening. It was a roll of bills, $ 100 each, tens and tens. He had never seen so much money all together. They were her ticket to get out of there, to stop seeing such a scene. She put the money in her pocket and left the table.

In the distance she heard the sirens of the police, the father who had left had probably decided to send aid. Claire hid the notes in a safe place before welcoming the cops. Shetold them what she remembered, two men and a woman. She talked about how she reported her suspicions to Arnold and how she hadn't heard the shots. With the faces of the two killers etched in memory she said she did not remember their faces well, gave a vague and slightly distorted description of the two fugitives. "The cameras haven't worked for months!" She didn't say about the money they gave her, nor about the roll of bills. She said that only after they left she realized that the woman was dead.

The place remained closed all day. Policemen and forensics experts swarming like ants, some journalists. Claire passed through all this with skill, after all she was just the witness of a murder. She decided she would calm the waters for a couple of months before she quit, then she would decide where to start her new life.


Surprise! Claire survived! I can't promise that we won't meet her again with her new life. Which probably won't turn out all roses but for now she has come out alive, it's a goal in the end. For now I don't have plans for her. If the scene reminded you of Breaking Bad I reached my goal.

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