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 No.19864

Greetings denizens of Gurochan, I am MissSabby; you may also call me by my pen name, Sabrina Bowman.

Some of you have probably seen me, and my stories, on Fetnoir. I will now be writing stories here, as well.

Pretty much all of these stories will be new and fresh, but I probably will import some of my Fetnoir stories at some point. I can’t guarantee it’ll be soon, or that I’ll import them all at once.

A lot of these stories, but not all of them, will generally feature myself in scenarios that I cannot write about on Fetnoir; namely, stories where I’m younger than eighteen (currently 26 irl), or pregnant. So, I’m issuing a pedo and teen warning for anyone who scrolls down further. My age in-story will hover between eleven and fifteen, but can go as low as eight (the age I started thinking about sexual things, and close to the time that my darker fantasies started to develop as well.) However, many of my stories will include other victims, who may be much younger than that.

The other warning I should give concerns pissing and scat. I tend to be realistic, and, realistically, death is messy. Though, post-mortem urination is common in many of these stories, shitting isn’t. I don’t have a scat fetish, so there won’t be much focus on it outside of making death scenes realistic; if shit or piss ends up on/in someone, it’s merely because of where the bodies ended up the moment they died. If I have a post-mortem sex scene, I will either skip mentioning of the victim shitting themselves, or have their rapist clean them up before sex.

As for sex scenes, some stories will have them, others will not; I won’t force a sex scene into a story just for the sake of having one.

Now, let’s get to some stories.

 No.19865

This story is the same one I posted in Death Above. However, this version has a post-mortem sex scene.

Hunting Cheerleader

I celebrated my twelfth birthday yesterday. Today, I am going to die. Strolling, head down, through the woods, less than a hundred meters from the gate they sent me through, I’m still processing this fact. Springdale Junior High lost the football game, so my cheerleading squad was required to select a girl to be hunted and killed by players from the opposing team; I am the unfortunate girl they selected. Just minutes ago, they shoved me through the gate, to run and hide. I have, or had, thirty minutes before the hunters can come after me. I guess now I probably have about fifteen, given the slow rate at which I’m walking.

I don’t bother walking far. Many girls run and put in great effort to hide, but I know it’s pointless. This is less a hunt, and more of an execution with running. I’m going to die regardless, as I’m surrounded on all sides by an electric fence five meters high; if I manage to escape, they will hunt me down, along with my family, and execute us all on live television. Running only delays the inevitable. This is what I agreed to when I signed up to be a cheerleader; though, considering the history of my school’s football team, I never expected to be required to live up to this particular agreement.

After taking one final glance over my shoulder, seeing that the gate is no longer in view, and scurry behind a tree. I lift my uniform—a black and orange dress with “Rabbits” stiched over the chest, adding a sense of irony to my situation—over my hips; I shiver at the cold breeze brushing my smooth pussy, having left my panties near the entrance. I sit, back against the tree, sighing in response to the gentle coolness of the soil against my ass. I lift my dress again, placing my two of my fingers between my slit, and begin masturbating.

I rub slit gently for several minutes. Soft moans begin emanating through the trees as I lose myself in the moment, and I barely register the horn bellowing in the distance. Knowing that was the signal for the hunters to seek me out, I plunge my middle finger into my hole and start fucking myself, while I two fingers on my other hand to frantically rub my pussy. My moaning becomes louder, my breathing heavy and rhythmic. I know they’re going to hear me, but I only care about cumming one last time. This single purpose keeps the fear, and the numerous regrets of everything I will never be able to do with my life tragically cut short. In some ways, as I sit there rubbing one out, knowing my demise draws near is bringing my arousal to new, previously unexplored, levels. I can think of no better way to go out, unless the boy who finds me gives me my first, and last, experience with a cock, before I’m dead meat. Considering the competition among the hunters to get the kill first, I know this is unlikely. Even the knowledge that I may die without ever getting to make love to someone, though rather depressing, is contributing to my arousal.

Hardly any time passes before I hear one of the hunters approaching my hiding spot. The sound is barely audible amidst my loud moaning, and the squishing of my fingers in my pussy, there is no mistaking the footsteps, moving down the path.

“I’m over here… ahhhh… but please allow me to finish… fapping before you kill me.” I scream.

The footsteps move closer, until a boy, who I guess is around fourteen years-old, with an athletic build, and short, blond, hair, emerges from around the tree. He’s sporting a camo jacket and jeans, and armed with a Remington 7600.

“You’re really going at it over here,” he says, and laughs as he raises the gun.

“Please let me finish… OH MY GOD!” I start rubbing and fingering myself faster as he continues approaching, gun aimed towards my head. “PLEASE! LET ME FINISH! I’M REALLY CLOSE! Maybe… ohhhh… you could pop my cherry for me… before I die… don’t wanna die a virgin.”

“Sorry about that,” he replies and shoves the gun into my mouth, muffling my excessive moaning, “I have a girlfriend that I’m quite loyal to. But, I’m feeling generous. You got ten seconds, then you’re dead.” He begins to count down.

I begin moving my pelvis back and forth in concordance with my fingers, while dragging my asshole along the ground. The hunter reaches four seconds. I clench my thighs together, and begin to imagine the gun in my mouth is his penis. My orgasm begins to blossom as the hunter says zero, and BANG!

A hole tears open in the back of my head, spraying chunks of brain and skull all over the tree behind me in a crimson explosion. Everything fades to black for me, as my consciousness, thoughts, and memories, are obliterated from existence.

He removes the gun from my mouth, steam rising from the barrel, as my body slumps forward. Blood trickles from my mouth, pooling into a puddle between my legs. Beneath my uniform dress, I piss and shit in the dirt, courtesy of my relaxing body.


Thirty minutes have passed since my life ended. My body is in the possession of the Jericho Middle Football Team, who have me layed out, naked, on a metal table. My body is fresh out of the shower.

“As much as I’d love to, I can’t have her. My loyalty is with Jenna.” The blond who ended my life, Richard, looks around the other teenage boys standing around my corpse.

“Mind if I have her first, then?” Another boy, same age as Richard, with messy black hair, asks.

“Go for it, Kyle.”

“Hell yeah!” He replies, pulling off his towel, letting his thick cock jump out, as he positions himself between my legs.

Several other boys groan.

“I’m only going to fuck her pussy. If anyone wants to stuff her mouth for now, they can.”

A thirteen-year-old Asian boy pulls off his towel, while Kyle thrusts his penis into my virgin hole. Blood pours out as he tears my hymen. He starts grunting loudly as he pounds my tight cunt with animal-like ferocity. The Asian boy turns my head to the side, and inserts his member down my throat. Neither boy takes long to climax, filling me with cock juice for the first time ever. Kyle fills my pussy until cum is dripping onto the table, while the Asian boy pumps jizz into my throat and the newly-formed hole in the back of my mouth.

The two boys steps away, and the rest of the football team take turns filling my holes with cum; a tall, thin, redhead boy, even fucks the cavity in the back of my head, spraying his seed all over my pulverized brain. The only black boy on the team squeezes his thick hog between my orange-sized puffies, spraying his sacks on the bottom of my chin, neck, and between my breasts.

My body is stuffed, placed back in the uniform, and taken to Jericho Middle School on the back of a bus. My body remains in the school’s trophy room for hereafter.

 No.19867

I got bored, so I wrote a quick alternate ending to the original story.

Hunting Cheerleader: Ending II

I celebrated my twelfth birthday yesterday. Today, I am going to die. Strolling, head down, through the woods, less than a hundred meters from the gate they sent me through, I’m still processing this fact. Springdale Junior High lost the football game, so my cheerleading squad was required to select a girl to be hunted and killed by players from the opposing team; I am the unfortunate girl they selected. Just minutes ago, they shoved me through the gate, to run and hide. I have, or had, thirty minutes before the hunters can come after me. I guess now I probably have about fifteen, given the slow rate at which I’m walking.

I don’t bother walking far. Many girls run and put in great effort to hide, but I know it’s pointless. This is less a hunt, and more of an execution with running. I’m going to die regardless, as I’m surrounded on all sides by an electric fence five meters high; if I manage to escape, they will hunt me down, along with my family, and execute us all on live television. Running only delays the inevitable. This is what I agreed to when I signed up to be a cheerleader; though, considering the history of my school’s football team, I never expected to be required to live up to this particular agreement.

After taking one final glance over my shoulder, seeing that the gate is no longer in view, and scurry behind a tree. I lift my uniform—a black and orange dress with “Rabbits” stiched over the chest, adding a sense of irony to my situation—over my hips; I shiver at the cold breeze brushing my smooth pussy, having left my panties near the entrance. I sit, back against the tree, sighing in response to the gentle coolness of the soil against my ass. I lift my dress again, placing my two of my fingers between my slit, and begin masturbating.

I rub slit gently for several minutes. Soft moans begin emanating through the trees as I lose myself in the moment, and I barely register the horn bellowing in the distance. Knowing that was the signal for the hunters to seek me out, I plunge my middle finger into my hole and start fucking myself, while I two fingers on my other hand to frantically rub my pussy. My moaning becomes louder, my breathing heavy and rhythmic. I know they’re going to hear me, but I only care about cumming one last time. This single purpose keeps the fear, and the numerous regrets of everything I will never be able to do with my life tragically cut short. In some ways, as I sit there rubbing one out, knowing my demise draws near is bringing my arousal to new, previously unexplored, levels. I can think of no better way to go out, unless the boy who finds me gives me my first, and last, experience with a cock, before I’m dead meat. Considering the competition among the hunters to get the kill first, I know this is unlikely. Even the knowledge that I may die without ever getting to make love to someone, though rather depressing, is contributing to my arousal.

Hardly any time passes before I hear one of the hunters approaching my hiding spot. The sound is barely audible amidst my loud moaning, and the squishing of my fingers in my pussy, there is no mistaking the footsteps, moving down the path.

“I’m over here… ahhhh… but please allow me to finish… fapping before you kill me.” I scream.

The footsteps move closer, until a boy, who I guess is around fourteen years-old, with an athletic build, and short, blond, hair, emerges from around the tree. He’s sporting a camo jacket and jeans, and armed with a Remington 7600.

“You’re really going at it over here,” he says, and laughs as he raises the gun.

“Please let me finish… OH MY GOD!” I start rubbing and fingering myself faster as he continues approaching, gun aimed towards my head. “PLEASE! LET ME FINISH! I’M REALLY CLOSE! Maybe… ohhhh… you could pop my cherry for me… before I die… don’t wanna die a virgin.”

“Hmm. I was going to just blow your brains out and move on, but I suppose I could throw you a quick fuck while you’re still able to experience it. There’s just one condition.”

“I’ll do whatever you want. Just give me some cock.” I lift my dress and spread my legs, and thrust my pelvis forward, offering my pussy, already glazed with my juices, to the man who will terminate my life.

“After I fuck you, I want you to spread your legs while I shoot your pussy.”

I gulp loudly as I swallow my saliva. Every part of my mind is telling me to refuse, and to just let him shoot me in the head. I’ll never know what it feels like to make love, but it’ll be a less agonizing way to die. However, I yearn to feel a stiff cock in my pussy at least once, and this is my last chance.

“Very well. Fill my hole with jizz, then fill it with lead.”

“First, stand up, and lean against the tree. I want your ass sticking out.”

I stand up as he instructed, and lean with my hands against the tree. I make sure to stick my fanny out as far as possible. The boy slings the rifle over his shoulder, then pulls his erect member from his pants. He mounts me, hands groping my budding tits. I lift my dress as he aligns his cock with my preteen hole. I shudder when he inserts himself into me, and let out a sharp scream when he breaks through my hymen; blood pours out, coating his member.

The football player fucks me like a beast, his thighs slapping against my ass with each thrust, causing me to lurch forward. My loud moans once again echo throughout the forest, this time accompanied by his grunting. His hands squeeze my tits hard. It can feel warm air as he breathes heavily against the back of my neck.

Already on the verge of climaxing from earlier, I don’t take long to reach the edge. Within a minute of him pounding my cervix like a jackhammer, I scream out in pure ecstasy as the best, and final, orgasm of my life, completely engulfs every fiber of my existence. For the briefest of moments, my impending doom is forgotten, as I’m already in heaven.

He doesn’t last long, either. As my own orgasm blossoms, my pussy tightly gripping his cock, he cums. Warm, sticky, globs, spray into my womb, filling my hole until it overflows, drizzling down my legs and pooling in the bottom of my shoes. I rock my pelvis back and forth, milking his seed. He finally breaks away, letting the last few squirts land on my asshole.

The boy stands back, his hands on his knees as he catches his breath. I collapse against the tree while I do the same.

“Alright, turn around,” he says after a few moments.

Groaning, I stand up and slowly turn to face him. Without having to be asked, I lift my dress up, exposing my smooth, cum-dripping, cunt to him, one more time. Despite the urge to clench my thighs, I stand there with my legs apart. I do clench my eyes, and my body begins to tremble. The last painless sensation I notice is a warm liquid trickling down my legs, as my bladder, spurred by my fight-or-flight urges, spills its’ contents.

Three shots ring out in quick succession. An intense sensation of burning and crushing erupts from my groin, spreading over my hole body, as a cloud of blood explodes around my pelvis. Blood gushes from a gaping hole through my mound, exiting my asshole. I collapse to the ground, clutching my ruined womanhood, while screaming at the top of my lungs.

“Please… just end me…”

I lean back against the tree, writhing while blood continues to gush from my crotch. He starts counting down from ten. I start drifting in and out of consciousness; when alert, I feel vomit trying to come up my throat.

“Kill me… Oh God, it hurts so much… I just wanna die…”

He reaches zero, and aims his gun. I move my arms to give him a clear shot. Ten more shots ring out, as a barrage of bullets rip through my breasts, pulverizing my lungs, then a final shot is fired through my heart. My screams abruptly stop, with blood rushing up my esophagus before spilling down my chin. He waits another ten seconds, by which time the world around me seems distant, unreal.

“Do me,” I shout, words slurry. He fires, and the back of my head explodes into a volcano of brain and skull fragments.

My body slumps to the side, continuing to twitch for several minutes before finally resting for good.

The hunters take my body back to the shower room. After cleaning me up, every member of the football team takes turn fucking my mangled corpse. They fill what remains of my ass and pussy with cum, along with my mouth, and the bullet holes riddling my body. I’m eventually stuffed, and taken to their school to be displayed as a trophy for all time.

 No.19874

Very nice! Personally I prefer Ending 1 but I can see the appeal of both :-D Excited to see what you come up with next!

 No.19884

I love both versions! Thanks.



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