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 No.8947

Hello Gurochan. I'm the owner of Karl Luck's Dungeon (http://www1.asstr.org/~Karl_Luck/Stories.html).

I decided to post some stories here for feedback. I'm willing to accept criticism on anything I write here, or anything already on the site, so long as it's constructive criticism. I will generally ignore "It sucks" unless it's accompanied by why it sucks and how I can improve.

I'll start by posting a recent rough draft.

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"Bianca Ruiz, please step up to the Termination Chair!" Mr. Cunning boomed across the auditorium.

Bianca yelped at the announcement, although it was not entirely a yelp of surprise. At the end of each month the student who had the lowest grade would be snuffed in front of the whole school, and Bianca's grades were abysmal. She expected either Sabrina or Jin to be the ones to die, since their grades were just as bad due to both of them being pregnant. Bianca supposed that none of them would reach the end of the year, anyways.

The 16-year-old Latina got up from her seat and sluggishly made her way to the stage and to her demise, holding her head down and ignoring the gaze of onlookers as she passed their seats. The fear of death was bad enough, but the humiliation of knowing that everyone would be watching was unbearable.

Mrs. Dean, a 30-something blonde with huge tits, approached Bianca. "Remove your uniform and leave them on the steps," she instructed.

Bianca expected this; she had been attending these monthly executions for two years now.

"Is this really necessary?" She mumbled as she quickly threw off her clothes and dropped them on the floor. Then her cheeks went red as she quickly realized the number of boys in the audience who were now looking at her naked body, many of whom were making cat calls or whistling.

"Now go sit in that chair." Mrs Dean told her.

Bianca took a seat in the metal foldable chair with her legs spread open for everyone to see her shaved cunt; if the boys wanted to admire her body then she would put on a little show. Her fingers went to her pussy and she started to masturbate.

After thirty more seconds a man walked onto the stage holding a semi-automatic pistol. He came to a halt behind her and grabbed her long black hair.

"Can you please let me finish?" She whined.

"Can you cum in three seconds?" He asked as he lifted her hair and pressed the gun against the back of her head.

Fear overwhelmed her and, rather than cum, she let out a stream of piss in the last second before he actually pulled the trigger. Splattered blood stained her hair as the bullet tore a hole in her brain and ricochet off the other end, doing more damage.

Her head slumped back in the chair; her executioner stared down into her vacant twitching eyes as blood poured from her wound, soaking through her hair before forming a puddle on the floor. Between her legs piss continued to spray from her dead urethral and dripped loudly onto the floor.

Her body was stuffed and displayed in front of the principal's office for the next month, before being sold off to some pervert when the next student took her place.

 No.8967

Karl sat on a bed with a Sailor Moon comforter and pink pillows for the last six hours. It's not how he'd normally spend his afternoons, but he was here for his job. He was a contract killer; his latest target was the daughter of some big-time politician who was pissing off powerful people.

When he finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs he threw on his mask and took out a HD GoPro. Normally this was not part of his routine, but his client wanted him to film the murder and upload the video to social media via her laptop.

When he saw the door knob turn he reached for the silenced semi-automatic pistol sitting on the bed and took aim as the door slid open.

Robert was taken aback when the girl walked through the door. According to the information he was given the target was supposed to be a curvy redheaded girl. Instead a tall, slim black girl walked through the door.

The girl was equally surprised to find the strange man sitting in her bedroom. She was already in the process of removing her uniform as she entered the room; she stopped dead in her tracks with her skirt in her hand ready to be thrown and her shirt unbutton. Robert regained his composure quickly, and just in time; he knew she was going to scream.

"Don't scream!" He barked, and brought the gun to eye level and pointed at the black girl's head.

"Please... please don't shoot me! You can do what you want to me. Just don't shoot." She was on the verge of tears.

"I assume that you are not Callie Osborne?" Robert asked, already knowing the answer.

"No-no! I'm Lois Hollis, Callie lives a few houses..." She replied, stopping after she realized what I wanted the information for. Her eyes went wide, and seemed even more on the verge of tears when she opened her mouth again. "Please don't hurt her!" She pleaded. "She's really a sweet girl, she doesn't deserve to die," she said as tears started flowing freely from her eyes.

"It's not my job to decide if someone deserves to die. But you should worry about yourself now."

"Wait, what? Oh my God! You're not going to kill me too are you?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't risk Miss Osborne finding out that I'm looking for her."

"Please! I'm only 15 years old, I'm an honor student, I have my whole life ahead of me, and I never even got to make love to anyone," She devolved into incoherent babbling.

Robert chuckled. "People die young all of the time, and, like you, for no reason at all. At the very least I can promise to give you a quick death."

Then she did something that he didn't expect; although, it was something he has seen before. She pulled her button-down shirt off and removed her bra. Then she pulled her panties down to her ankles.

"Wuh-will this change your mind?" She asked timidly, spreading her adolescent pussy with her fingers.

"Considering you had half of your clothes off when you entered the room, the chances of you dying in dignity were already low. Now investigators will discover you like this."

She didn't have to respond, or even fully process his rejection of her offer. As Robert finished his last sentence he aimed the gun at her forehead and pulled the trigger. Blood and brain splattered onto the carpet as the bullet pierced Lois's skull. She collapsed to the floor, and a torrent squirted out of her dead cunt.

Although Robert knew she was only twitching, he aimed the gun again and placed three more bullets into the back of her head to eliminate any chance of survival.

He quickly contacted his client and learned that he received the wrong address. With updated information he headed to the Osborne House.

 No.8987

The game in Babe Safari was plentiful, but the competition was greedy. I was one of fifteen hunters allowed to take hunt in the Babe Safari, which only opens to hunting once every six months. As a hunter we could rape and kill as many of the hotties roaming the forest as we could find for six hours, and the one with the most kills would be placed in the Hall of Fame. So when the gates flung open I grabbed my guns, a backpack full of ammunition, and my gear, before I ran into the forest beyond, where hundreds of beautiful young women were waiting.

Immediately out of the gate I spotted a ebony beauty with nothing more than a thong. She had long, thick black hair, and small-but-firm breasts. I drew a pistol and began walking towards her, but before I could get two feet a hole appeared in the side of head and she collapsed to the ground. Then another hunter emerged from the bushes and ran over to the body.

Frustrated, but eager as ever, I cursed my luck and moved on to find more prey. As I walked further through the forest I soon a soft moaning sound caught my attention. I followed the sound and came across not a single girl, but two in the process of making out.

The first to catch my eye was a busty girl with shoulder-length platinum hair. Her partner was an Asian girl with long black hair tied into a ponytail. Both girls were completely nude, except for a pair of glasses on the Asian.

When I walked into the scene the Asian girl just got on all fours and the blonde came up behind her and hugged her legs. Then she burried her nose in the Asian's asscrack and her started licking her asshole.

The scene intrigued me, and I quickly noticed that I had a raging boner. I wanted to watch them make out before killing them, but then again I really didn't want someone else to steal my catch.

So I grabbed the rifle slung over his back and took aim at the Asian. With the targeting reticle over her ear I pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through her ear and sent pieces of brain tissue, flesh, and bone fragments exploding out the other side of her head, spraying the forest floor with gore.

The blonde screamed and crawled away quickly as piss sprayed from the Asian's dead pussy. She tried to run, but I aimed my rifle again and a single shot shredded her left ankle, sending her tumbling head-first into a tree.

"Just kill me quickly!" The blonde screamed as approached her.

"You don't tell me what to do."

"Nooooooo!" She screamed as I pressed the barrel against her asshole and penetrated her anal canal, pushing the barrel all the way to the end of her rectum. "Please, sir, just shoot me in the head," she begged. I laughed and then pulled the trigger.

Her entire body convulsed as the bullet ripped through her rectum, destroying her intestines and other internal organs, before blasting out a hole in her chest just below her heart. I slightly adjusted the gun in her anus, and pulled the trigger again. This time the bullet tore through her body and impacted her heart; it exploded inside of her chest, sending a fountain of blood up her esophagus, which she vomited onto the tree. I removed the barrel from her blood-filled asshole and let her body fall to the ground.

She twitched and convulsed on the ground, with blood pouring from her mouth and anus. I pressed the gun against the back of her head and blew her brains out, leaving a massive exit wound in her face.

I reached into my bags and pulled out a high-quality camera to take selfies with the corpses; this was necessary to prove that I made the kills, and the photos would go on the wall with my name. Then, taking a hunting knife, I carved off thigh meat from the blonde and a cunt fillet from the Asian and placed the meat in a satchel for later.

As I turned to find more prey three girls ran out of the bushes, clearly being pursued by someone. I took advantage of their state of panic and, before they fully realized my presence and run the other way, drew two pistols and shot two of them in the stomach and the last one in the breast. All three girls fell to the ground, clutching their bleeding wounds.

I grabbed the rifle and put the first two girls out of their misery with shots to the forehead, spraying the grass with more brain matter. I aimed the gun at the last girl, a petite redhead who appeared to be no older than 18, but I needed to do something about my raging boner.

"The longer you can pleasure me the longer you get to live," I told her, pointing at my crotch.

She looked up at me, with understanding in her eyes. Wincing at the pain in her right breast, she managed to crawl onto her knees with her face inches from my crotch. I watched eagerly as she unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. When she slid my pants and boxers down my member sprung out and smacked her in the face. Without another word she placed her lips on the tip and sucked while swiviling her tongue around and lightly nibbled, while her hands pumped my shaft.

I patted her frizzy red hair as I called her a "good little whore." Then I placed my hand on the back of her head and forced her mouth all the way down my shaft, and held it long enough for her to start choking. I held her there for ten seconds before I pulled her back, letting her catch her breath. I let her suck on the tip again for a few more minutes before making her choke on my cock again; this time she gagged and strings of saliva dripped from her mouth when she was let up for air.

When I felt close to cumming I drew one of the pistols and pressed it against her forehead.

"Now, if you slow down just because I'm about to cum, I will blow your womanhood apart instead," I warned her.

She nodded in understanding and continued working her tongue and stroking my shaft. No less than thirty seconds later I felt my semen spraying into her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop. When I felt satisfied, and without warning, I pulled the trigger. Her hands immediately dropped and my dick flung out of her mouth as she dropped to the ground, with blood trickling from the new hole in her head and leftover cum from her mouth.

I took my photos and carved more meat: cunt-meat from each girl. Then I left to find more prey.

 No.8988

The game in Babe Safari was plentiful, but the competition was greedy. I was one of fifteen hunters allowed to take hunt in the Babe Safari, which only opens to hunting once every six months. As a hunter we could rape and kill as many of the hotties roaming the forest as we could find for six hours, and the one with the most kills would be placed in the Hall of Fame. So when the gates flung open I grabbed my guns, a backpack full of ammunition, and my gear, before I ran into the forest beyond, where hundreds of beautiful young women were waiting.

Immediately out of the gate I spotted a ebony beauty with nothing more than a thong. She had long, thick black hair, and small-but-firm breasts. I drew a pistol and began walking towards her, but before I could get two feet a hole appeared in the side of head and she collapsed to the ground. Then another hunter emerged from the bushes and ran over to the body.

Frustrated, but eager as ever, I cursed my luck and moved on to find more prey. As I walked further through the forest I soon a soft moaning sound caught my attention. I followed the sound and came across not a single girl, but two in the process of making out.

The first to catch my eye was a busty girl with shoulder-length platinum hair. Her partner was an Asian girl with long black hair tied into a ponytail. Both girls were completely nude, except for a pair of glasses on the Asian.

When I walked into the scene the Asian girl just got on all fours and the blonde came up behind her and hugged her legs. Then she burried her nose in the Asian's asscrack and her started licking her asshole.

The scene intrigued me, and I quickly noticed that I had a raging boner. I wanted to watch them make out before killing them, but then again I really didn't want someone else to steal my catch.

So I grabbed the rifle slung over his back and took aim at the Asian. With the targeting reticle over her ear I pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through her ear and sent pieces of brain tissue, flesh, and bone fragments exploding out the other side of her head, spraying the forest floor with gore.

The blonde screamed and crawled away quickly as piss sprayed from the Asian's dead pussy. She tried to run, but I aimed my rifle again and a single shot shredded her left ankle, sending her tumbling head-first into a tree.

"Just kill me quickly!" The blonde screamed as approached her.

"You don't tell me what to do."

"Nooooooo!" She screamed as I pressed the barrel against her asshole and penetrated her anal canal, pushing the barrel all the way to the end of her rectum. "Please, sir, just shoot me in the head," she begged. I laughed and then pulled the trigger.

Her entire body convulsed as the bullet ripped through her rectum, destroying her intestines and other internal organs, before blasting out a hole in her chest just below her heart. I slightly adjusted the gun in her anus, and pulled the trigger again. This time the bullet tore through her body and impacted her heart; it exploded inside of her chest, sending a fountain of blood up her esophagus, which she vomited onto the tree. I removed the barrel from her blood-filled asshole and let her body fall to the ground.

She twitched and convulsed on the ground, with blood pouring from her mouth and anus. I pressed the gun against the back of her head and blew her brains out, leaving a massive exit wound in her face.

I reached into my bags and pulled out a high-quality camera to take selfies with the corpses; this was necessary to prove that I made the kills, and the photos would go on the wall with my name. Then, taking a hunting knife, I carved off thigh meat from the blonde and a cunt fillet from the Asian and placed the meat in a satchel for later.

As I turned to find more prey three girls ran out of the bushes, clearly being pursued by someone. I took advantage of their state of panic and, before they fully realized my presence and run the other way, drew two pistols and shot two of them in the stomach and the last one in the breast. All three girls fell to the ground, clutching their bleeding wounds.

I grabbed the rifle and put the first two girls out of their misery with shots to the forehead, spraying the grass with more brain matter. I aimed the gun at the last girl, a petite redhead who appeared to be no older than 18, but I needed to do something about my raging boner.

"The longer you can pleasure me the longer you get to live," I told her, pointing at my crotch.

She looked up at me, with understanding in her eyes. Wincing at the pain in her right breast, she managed to crawl onto her knees with her face inches from my crotch. I watched eagerly as she unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. When she slid my pants and boxers down my member sprung out and smacked her in the face. Without another word she placed her lips on the tip and sucked while swiviling her tongue around and lightly nibbled, while her hands pumped my shaft.

I patted her frizzy red hair as I called her a "good little whore." Then I placed my hand on the back of her head and forced her mouth all the way down my shaft, and held it long enough for her to start choking. I held her there for ten seconds before I pulled her back, letting her catch her breath. I let her suck on the tip again for a few more minutes before making her choke on my cock again; this time she gagged and strings of saliva dripped from her mouth when she was let up for air.

When I felt close to cumming I drew one of the pistols and pressed it against her forehead.

"Now, if you slow down just because I'm about to cum, I will blow your womanhood apart instead," I warned her.

She nodded in understanding and continued working her tongue and stroking my shaft. No less than thirty seconds later I felt my semen spraying into her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop. When I felt satisfied, and without warning, I pulled the trigger. Her hands immediately dropped and my dick flung out of her mouth as she dropped to the ground, with blood trickling from the new hole in her head and leftover cum from her mouth.

I took my photos and carved more meat: cunt-meat from each girl. Then I left to find more prey.

 No.8989

Sorry about the double-post, it wasn't intentional.

 No.8998

Cassie Nguyen, barely two weeks shy of her thirteenth birthday, was sentenced to death less than a minute ago and her execution would be carried out in less than five minutes. Although it was all being carried out by rich property owners rather than state actors, it was perfectly legal under the Federation. Property owners had absolute sovereignty over their lands, and can do whatever they please to anyone who sets foot in their domain. Cassie was unlucky enough to get caught trying to cross through the Porter Family's Ranch to get home from school quickly.

"Please let me go," she screamed at the top of her lungs, "I don't want to die." She tried to no avail to break the chains binding her hands to the wall.

"Well ya should have thought about that before trespassing on our property," one of her captors, a pretty blonde girl who wasn't much older than 16 or 17, sneered as she loaded the shotgun. "Now if I were you I'd be praying to whatever gods exist, since you don't have long."

"Four minutes and thirty seconds to be precise," the girl's father, a 40-something man, blurted out after looking at his smartphone.

"Please!" She pleaded, turning her contorted, tear-filled face to the girl's brother, a dark-haired boy about the same age as her. "If you talk your dad into letting me go you can play with my boobs, fuck me, or do whatever you want to me!"

The boy shook his head, "I can do that anyways." To prove his point he walked over to the bound Asian and ripped the fabric of her blouse in the front and then tore off her bra. He grabbed one of her developing breasts and squeezed it until she yelped. Then the boy placed his mouth over her brown, budding nipple and started sucking and biting on it until she started softly moaning.

The father chuckled as his son continued to molest their pretty little prisoner. "Time's almost up, thirty seconds," he announced.

The older girl aimed the gun and pressed it against Cassie's forehead, and quietly started counting down. The boy took his lips off of the girl's saliva-covered tit and pulled her skirt down to her ankles, then ripped her panties off. He leveled his face to her crotch and slipped his tongue through her prepubescent slit, inciting louder moans from her lips.

As his tongue explored and tasted the Asian's sex his sister's countdown reached zero. "PLEASE DON...!!", BAM! The point-blank shot tore the entire top of her head off and splattered her brains on the wall. Her body shuttered, and the boy just managed to get out of the way before piss flowed from her dead urethra and down her legs before pooling on the floor.

"You could have warned me, I almost got piss on me," the boy complained.
His sister sister laughed and shook her head. "You are a dork," she rubbed her brother's hair and walked towards the house.

"Well," his father boomed, "since your sister executed the prisoner you can prepare the body for meat and clean up." Seeing his son annoyed with the task, he continued, "you get play a little longer." The boy's eyes lit up as his father started towards the house.

Once he was certain he had privacy he unlocked the chains and let the girl's limp body drop to the ground, spilling the few pieces of brain matter that was still in her skull. He quickly finished ripping her blouse off before removing her sneakers and pink socks.

He pressed his face against her flat belly and slowly kissed and caressed her cooling preteen flesh with his tongue, while feeling her toned thighs and buttocks with his hands. He slowly kissed his way up her belly, stopping to swirl his tongue around and in her navel, before returning to her taste her breasts.

This time he bit down harder on her tits, but without any response. Her breasts were covered with blood this time, but the taste didn't deter him at all. He suckled her dead tits for several minutes, until her breasts were soaked.

The boy sat back on his knees and pulled down his pants; he grabbed his erect and placed the head against her slit. Slowly he inserted his member into her cunt, breaking through the hymen and releasing a trickle of blood, and ploughed her lovehole until he reached her cervix.

He started slowly sliding in and out of her tight cunt, but quickly started pumping faster. Once at full speed it didn't take long for him to cum; inside of three minutes he felt his first load squirt into her womb, and was relieved that he didn't have to worry about pregnancy.

He fucked the dead tween for a whole thirty minutes; he blew several more loads into her cunt and her ass, before he moved to her head and emptied the rest of his semen into her skull.

He collapsed next to the corpse and rested for another fifteen minutes, softly rubbing her belly, before he started to clean her and carved the meat.

 No.9037

Really like your stuff, dude. Wish there was a little more rape, but its good stuff.

 No.9243

"Oh fuck!" Chelsea yelled as she heard the front tire blow out; car swerve out of control and, before she had any chance of regaining control, went off the road and crashed into a tree.

"What the..." The 11-year-old girl murmured from the passenger seat as she woke up. "What happened sis?" She asked, looking around.

"Don't worry Sofia, just try to go back to sleep," Chelsea replied.

"What was that sound?" Sofia asked. She stretched her arms out and yawned, then looked over the dashboard and out the cracked windshield. "Did you crash the car?"

"No Sof. Just lay back down, damn," Chelsea replied, frustrated.

There was no way of denying it. How embarrassing? Chelsea was excited when her parents let her take Sofia home early from the party; it was her first time driving long-distance. Her parents would kill her for crashing the car, especially with Sofi in the passenger seat.

She let out a deep sigh and picked up the smartphone and tried to call her father. "Damn it!" She yelled, startling her sister, when he failed to answer. She tried her mom, and swore when it went to her voice mail.

"Melinda makes guests turn off their phones, remember?" Sofia piped up.

"Yeah," Chelsea sighed and slumped back into her seat. She called her dad again and left a message, asking him to pick up.

"I'm going to see if I can get some help, so you stay right there." Chelsea opened the door and walked back towards the road.

In the dim light from her car she could see what had to be dozens of nails and screws scattered around the pavement.

"What the fuck?" She asked to herself.

As she was examining the shrapnel on the ground she jumped when the sound of a car door shutting reached her ears; she turned around and saw Sofia walking across the grass with her long black hair swaying ominously in the nightly breeze.

"I thought I told you to stay in the car!" Chelsea shouted.

Sofia just shrugged her shoulders and kept walking, but Chelsea didn't notice as she was back to looking at what was in the road.

In less than a few seconds the night air was pierced with a loud shriek that made Chelsea's blood freeze. She turned back around to see a tall man standing behind Sofia with an arm wrapped around her waist and a big grin on his face.

Chelsea in her panic started to run over to the man, gripping the pencil in her pocket, but came to a halt when he pulled a pistol out and pointed it at Sofia's head.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled viciously and struck the preteen on the side of her head.

"Okay, okay!" Sofia cried out and stopped screaming, after receiving another two blows to the head. She somehow managed to resolve herself to crying.

"Good," he boomed enthusiastically, "now that we're cooperating we can move on." He released his grip on Sofia, but pointed the gun when she tried to take off towards Chelsea. "Now little lady, I want you to take off your clothes."

Sofia just stood there at first, taken aback by his request. But when the man raised his gun to hit her again she grabbed the hem of her hoodie. Once he lowered the gun she pulled it up over her head and threw it to the ground.

"Keep going."

She reluctantly grabbed the fabric of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it off. The man licked his lips as she revealed her flat belly and perky buds. She threw the shirt on the ground with the hoodie and then wrapped her arms around herself; the cool night air raised goosebumps on her naked torso and made her nipples go hard.

"I didn't say you could stop because you're cold; you gotta take the rest off."

Sofia sniffled and slowly pushed down her blue jeans and panties, revealing her hairless slit to a man for the first time in her life. She let them drop to the ground and bent down to remove them along with her socks and shoes. Then she stood there shivering and crying on the side of the road with a gun pointed at her face.

"Wha-what do you wa-want?" Sofia asked timidly.

He didn't say anything and instead looked over at Chelsea. "I want you to take off your clothes too, or your little sister gets it."

Chelsea gasped, but did as the man said. She didn't bother to go slow, out of fear of what would happen to Sofia if she did. When she removed her bra and her large firm tits dropped out she started sobbing. "Why?" She cried out as she removed her skirt and panties.

"Very nice," he commented when she threw her flip-flops and stood there with her nicely-toned body on full display, and shivering like her sister.

"Now come over here and stand by your sister!"

Chelsea slowly moved her feet one after the other; reluctantly moving as the stranger ordered. She stopped two feet from her sister and just stood there sobbing, not sure what was going to happen.

"Now," he groaned as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees, "it's time for us to have some fun." He pushed his boxers down and his erect cock spring forward.

"Please no!" Chelsea whimpered: Sofia remained quiet.

"I want you," he pointed at Sofia, "to suck on my cock while she licks your cunt."

"No! Uh-uh! No way! I refuse!" Chelsea stammered, waving her hands as she moved back.

The man moved the gun closer to Sofia and Chelsea stopped in her tracks.

"Please sir, d-don't make me do this to Sofi. I'll do whatever you want if you just leave her alone!" She begged through tears.

"But I want you to lick Sofi's cunny while she sucks my cock."

Surprisingly, it was Sofia who took the initiative; with tears streaming from her eyes she dropped to her knees and placed her face in front of his cock. She grabbed the shaft in her right hand and placed the tip of his member in her mouth.

"Someone seems to know what she's doing," the man patted her head.

"A boy I hang out with taught me," she said as she slurped his cock.

"Are you going to join us?" The man beamed at her and placed the gun against Sofia's forehead.

Chelsea reluctantly got down on all fours and placed her head between Sofia's legs and her mouth against the preteen's prepubescent pussy. "I'm so sorry," she cried before her tongue pushed through her slit and slivered around her clitoris. Sofia gasped at the sensation, but managed to keep sucking on cock.

"Now here's the deal," he looked down at Sofia, "if you can make me cum first I will show your sister mercy, but if you cum first then you're the one who gets off easy."

Sofia shook her head in understanding, then she started rocking her head back and forth, taking more and more of his shaft down her throat. At the same time she was panting madly as Chelsea's tongue explored deeper into her sex, stimulating her organ and sending her into a state of absolute pleasure.

Both Sofia and the stranger felt an oncoming orgasm after only a few minutes. They were both groaning loudly into the night, although Sofia's was muffled by the meat in her throat. They both inched closer, but Chelsea was able to make Sofia orgasm first.

Sofia threw her head backwards and arched her back, and screamed into the night as she came. Her body spasmed and the cock in her mouth flew out as her own sex organ sprayed pussy juice into Chelsea's mouth and onto her face.

Because Sofia let go as she came, the man grabbed his penis and slapped the tip against her huffing mouth and stroked it. He stroked it for ten more seconds until strings of cum shot out onto her face, then he grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her all the way down his shaft as he emptied his load into her esophagus. She gagged, and when he finally let her go she dropped to her hands, panting and wheezing at the ground with cum and saliva dripping from her mouth.

As she raised her head to glare at him, the man leveled the gun against her forehead and pulled the trigger. She dropped to the ground with a hole in her head, and blood spilled out onto the dirt and into a puddle.

Chelsea was unfortunate enough to still have her face between Sofia's legs and was sprayed when her bladder emptied its contents. She screamed frantically as she jerked back and fell crying onto her deceased sister's body.

"You-you-you said you would let her..."

"I said I would show mercy to her if she orgasmed first. I didn't say I would let her live. She got a painless death, unlike what you'll get."

The man went behind Chelsea and aimed the gun. She was too distraught over the death of her sister to notice, until he opened fire. Her body jolted and she yelped as nine bullets ripped through her lower back. She fell to the ground and slumped over Sofia's body, before she rolled over onto her back and sprawled out on the dirt.

It took a few seconds for the pain to fully register, but when it did she yelled in agony at the top of her lungs, and violently shifted her position. When she spread her legs in her convulsions the man fired four bullets into exposed pussy, sending her into more violent, agonizing screams. He reloaded the gun and emptied most of the clip into her breasts, before he sent the last three bullets into her throat.

Her screams devolved into incoherent gurgling as blood filled her shredded lungs and sprayed from her mouth. After a few minutes her convulsions stopped and her body went mostly still, but continued twitching for another ten minutes.

By the time their bodies were discovered an hour later by a family in an SUV, the killer was long gone.

 No.9246

@Karl Luck I ABSOLUTELY love your stories (M/g only). I'd like them a bit longer, with much more bloody details and with cute young girls.. fucking and killing by gory headshot, continuing fucking their twitching corpses with shattered skulls, fucking their gaping exit wounds and and and.. But anyway, thank you very much, I really love it!

 No.9249

Its nice to have at least one author who's into non consensual situations.

 No.9257

Thanks for the feedback.

The stories probably would be longer if I was working from a computer instead of an Android Phone, but I am starting to get the hang of it.

Anyways, here's a new story;

A few seconds after Cynthia was given permission to use the bathroom, Michelle stepped out of the room and followed. Michelle followed the young redhead until the last bit of the girl's ass-length red hair disappeared into the girl's bathroom. Michelle slipped in behind her and used a janitor's key to lock the door.

Michelle wasn't really a substitute teacher, but a hired assassin. She was being paid to take out the daughter of the Town Shariff, who busted the leader of a child pornography ring, while she was at school. It was a difficult job, but Michelle was very delighted at the challenge her new assignment presented.

Michelle waited for the stall door to close and to hear the sound of piss hitting toilet water. Then she pulled the gun out of her panties and walked around the tiled wall and, much to her dismay, seen another girl coming out of one of the stalls.

The girl, a 12-13 year old Asian with short black hair, didn't notice Michelle right away and kept walking, until she saw the gun in her hand. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the gun.

"I'm really sorry you had to see this, I wasn't anticipating anyone else being in here. This is such an unnecessary waste," Michelle told her regretfully as she raised the pistol.

Just as Michelle went to pull the trigger the Asian dived to the floor in panic, screaming; "Please don't kill me!"

The bullet fired, but only struck the wall, kicking up a cloud of pulverized tile and concrete. At the same time she heard rustling before Cynthia threw open the stall door. She was clearly alarmed by the what was going on; her shorts and panties were around her ankles, leaving her smooth prepubescent cunt on display.

"Wh-what's going on Mrs. Barrett? Cho?" Cynthia asked, puzzled as she looked from Michelle to the girl scuttling against the wall.

Her eyes widened when Michelle pointed the gun at her.

"I'm afraid I'm going to kill both of you." A cold smile appeared across her face as she said it.

"You-you have to be joking, there's no way that gun is real." Cynthia mumbled, somewhat unsure of whether or not it really was a joke.

"I-it's real, she-she just tried to kill me," the Asian, Cho, cried out.

"You're not joking... Oh my God." Understanding filled her as her face distorted and tears started to flow from her eyes. "Why, oh God! Why? Please no." She staggered back against the toilet bowl and sat on the floor with her legs spread out, and her pussy on full display. "What would you want to kill me for?"

"I don't, the person who hired me is the one who wants you dead," Michelle told her.

"Why? I'm just a kid! I didn't do anything to anyone! I don't deserve to die!" She cried.

"I know that you don't, and you probably deserve to die less than my usual victims. But innocent people die every day."

"But we're just kids!" She restated.

"I'm sorry, especially for your friend, since she's only going to die for going to the bathroom at the wrong time."

"Wha-what do you mean?" Cho piped up.

"I can't leave any witnesses."

"Please-please just make an exception," Cynthia said, wiping tears from her eyes. "You-you can k-k-k-kill me, but let Cho go. She's really nice."

Cho looked at Cynthia with gratitude, but then felt guilty of prospect of leaving her friend to die.

"Please no... I... I..."

"It's pointless to say that you can't leave her, because that isn't an option, you have seen me." Michelle interrupted.

"But the school cameras have seen you," Cynthia replied, with a glimmer of hope.

"You and I both know that the cameras aren't working at the moment."

"But what about all of the students who have seen you?"

Michelle responded by grabbing her brunette hair and pulling it, revealing dark brown hair underneath.

"A-a wig, then..." Cynthia responded.

"Then why does your friend have to die? Because my client will dock my pay if I don't kill any witnesses."

Cynthia opened her mouth to respond, but before she could plea any further Michelle pointed the gun at the center of her forehead and pulled the trigger. Bang! Cho yelped as the bullet tore a hole between Cynthia's eyes and blood sprayed from the wound. Her head lolled back against the toilet, and blood trickled down the top of her head and into the toilet.

Cho sobbed repeatedly and tried to beg; not for mercy or her life, but for this to be a bad dream.

"I'm truly sorry," Michelle whispered as she pressed the barrel of the gun against the side of Cho's head. The Asian drew in breath one last sob as Michelle pulled the trigger.

Her body shuttered as the bullet tore through her skull and sank into her brain matter. The crotch of her gym shorts turned dark and a puddle of piss started to pool around her pelvis.

"What a waste," Michelle whispered to herself.

She looked at the time on her phone, and realized that she still had twenty minutes before students were to be released into the hall; she wanted to do something that wasn't for money, but her own pleasure.

Michelle put the gun back in her panties and grabbed the hem of Cho's gym shorts. She lifted the girl's legs and lower torso, and pulled both her shorts and panties off. She dropped the girl and threw the shorts into one of the toilets. Like Cynthia, her cunt was still bald. She lifted Cho again to remove her shirt; her breasts were already large for her age, but she wasn't wearing a bra. Michelle grabbed one of the preteen's breasts and squeezed it for a second, then turned her attention to Cynthia.

She pulled the girl's blouse up over her head and tossed it to the side. She caressed the flat tween chest, feeling the undeveloped body beneath her gloves. Michelle lifted Cynthia's body and walked over to where Cho layed. She placed Cynthia on top of Cho in a vulgar position; with Cynthia's head resting on Cho's cunt and Cynthia's pussy on Cho's mouth.

Michelle pulled out her phone again and snapped several images; both for pleasure and proof for her client.

The girls were discovered fifteen minutes later when students rushed into the restroom after their class let out. By then Michelle was on her way out of town.

 No.9271

Love the stories, Karl! I agree with the anon poster, more detailed descriptions of gore and sex is always a plus. Remember though, that the content is entirely up to you, so don't let anyone push you in one direction or another, artistically. Keep up the good work!

 No.9289

I would like to point out that I have a new list, http://www1.asstr.org/~Karl_Luck/storylist2.html, since the old one was getting a little long.

http://www1.asstr.org/~Karl_Luck/ Here's the main page, since I realized that none of the sub-pages have links back to main. (I will take care of that when I stop procrastinating.)

Anyways, here's my latest story;

Emily and Jacob stood before their father. Jacob was a typical sixteen
year old boy with blonde hair, who was slightly chubby but not fat. Emily,
his half-sister was a twelve-year, half-Korean, with shoulder-length black
hair and a fair dark complexion. Both had looks of fear on their faces
which grew stronger with each word.

"I don't know how to say this, but next week at this time one of you
will not be alive," he said grimly.

"Do you mean the Yearly Selection?" Emily gulped.

"I'm afraid so. I got the form in today and I sent the names off to the
Population Control Committee just now, along with photos of both of you.
Next week we'll get the results, and then I'm to snuff whoever was selected
and take the remains to the local Pop-Control Center."

"Welp, th-they're bound to take Jacob over me. They use our remains as
meat, right? He has more meat on his bones than me." She giggled and
slapped Jacob's belly.

"It's selected by a computerized lottery you little twerp, so we both
have a fifty-fifty chance," Jacob responded solemnly, "but I think they'll
pick you, you little squirt." He then slapped her belly.

"Alright you two, stop fighting; none of us know which one it's gonna
be." Their father grunted.

"I still bet it's gonna be you, Emily," her brother teased.

"I betcha it won't," she teased back.

"How about we wager?" Jacob suggested.

"What? Our lives are already on the line!" Emily threw up her hands.

"I bet that you will get picked. If I lose you can be the one who
snuffs me," he looked at his dad, "is that alright?"

The dad nodded in agreement.

"Alright, it's a deal," the young girl held her hand out.

"But if I win the bet and you get picked, well, then I get to kill you."
He told her before reaching out his own hand to shake hers.

They both looked at each other in agreement, and then left the room.

---

The week went by fast and before the family knew it, it was Selection
Day. Their dad didn't have to call their names, as they were already
waiting in the living room when he went to check the mail. He returned
with a large box with a letter attached to it. He opened it up and read;

"Well Emily, it looks like you're going to become meat," he said grimly.

Emily was at loss for words; she really didn't expect to be chosen, and
it took a few minutes to sink in.

"Do I still get to do the snuffing?" Jacob asked.

"Yeah son, just let me go get the stuff real quick. Emily, I want you
undressed by the time I return."

"You-you what?" Emily responded, alarmed.

"I need you to undress. The PCC doesn't want anything on you, and I
don't want to have to try and pull your clothes off your dead body.
Besides, those clothes cost money and I don't want blood stains on em."

"Bu-but..."

"No buts, except yours," her father said firmly.

Emily reluctantly did as she was told and started to undress, and looked
nervously at her brother. Her father, satisfied, left the living room.

Emily wasn't the only one embarrassed; Jacob hadn't seen his half-sister
naked since she was a toddler, and felt butterflies as she removed each
article of clothing. He was embarrassed, but he found it impossible to
look away. When Emily pulled her top up over her head and tossed it aside,
he felt a familiar sensation at the side of her budding breast. Before he
knew it he caught himself examining her flat belly, and her nicely-toned
legs when she pushed her blue jeans down to her ankles.

She noticed him looking, and gave him a funny look. "Like seeing your
sister naked, pervert?"

"Uhm-I..." Jacob looked away quickly, and his face turned red.

She giggled. "I ain't too worried; glad at least one guy is able to
admire my good looks before I go."

She threw her pants to the side, and pulled off her panties. Jacob
couldn't help looking at her bald prepubescent pussy; she returned the gaze
with a little seductive wink.

"Maybe we can-"

"Alright kiddos, head to the bathroom!" There dad boomed as he reentered
the living room. He was holding a pistol, which he handed to Jacob.
"You'll need this."

The two followed their dad into the bathroom.

"Now, Emily, I need you to stand in the shower. It'll make it easier to
cleanup the blood."

She did as she was told, and nervously stepped into the shower. She
shivered at the thought that she won't be coming out.

"Alright, now Jacob, you know what to do. One bullet to the back of the
head." Dad told him. Jacob nodded in understanding and started to aim the
gun.

"Wait!" Emily said.

"Wait? For what?" Her dad asked, annoyed.

"Well... I just wanted if I could have a last request," she begged.

He thought it over, and then said, "Fine, so long as it's quick and
doesn't require leaving this room."

"I-I just don't want to die a virgin," she giggled, "since Jacob was
checking me out I'd figure he wouldn't mind helping me with that." She
looked back and winked at him.

Her dad looked at Jacob, and both nodded in agreement.

"Fine, sis. I'll fuck your brains out before I blow em out." Jacob
unzipped his pants and pulled his erect cock out.

"Thanks bro..." She stood with her legs spread apart and her hands
against the wall, presenting her ass and pussy to her brother.

Jacob wrapped his left arm around her waist, placing his hand on her
breasts, and then pressed the tip of his swollen member against her pussy
lips. She gasped sharply as it slid in and broke her hymen. He thrust in
and out, and once he got going good he placed the barrel of the gun against
the side of her head, just above the ear. It wasn't exactly the back like
her dad asked, but it was close enough.

"Damn, you are tight sis," he whispered in her ear.

"Thanks, and you are big," she said back, already panting as she spoke.

"I'll make sure we both cum before I pull the trigger," he said.

She nodded in agreement, and before long both were breathing too heavily
to say anything.

Neither one lasted very long, and after two minutes Emily was the first
to orgasm. Her already-tight cunt squeezed Jacob's cock and he came
seconds later. They both moaned loudly while his hot semen pumped into her
undeveloped womb.

While halfway done unloading he pulled the trigger. The bullet tore
through her skull and sank into her brain; her body went limp while her
brother was still pumping cum up into her. He held her up for a few more
seconds, even as piss ran down her legs, and after he emptied his load, let
her drop to the floor.

Jacob's dad took the body to be processed while Jacob cleaned up the
shower, and himself. His only thought was disappointment at not fucking
Emily sooner.



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