Name: Katherine (top) and Molly Chang (bottom)
Age: 9 (Katherine) and 11 (Molly)
Characteristics: See pic.
Scene: You live in a society in which children are merely the property of their parents; you can legally do anything to them, even execute them if they disobey your rules. Of course, in your house, kids having sex is grounds for execution. When you come home early to find your daughters having sex, you have to make an example out of them. Will you kill them on the spot, let them finish and then kill them, or restrain them and execute them later?
I began my career in high school. It was an unusual job for most people, much less a sixteen-year-old; I got paid to kill people. By the time I was in my Junior Year, I had killed thirteen people, and had a safe hidden beneath a floorboard in my bedroom with over 500,000 dollars.
Of course, being a hired killer while still living with my folks, and going to school, was a risky arrangement. When I first started out I was rather careless, and not nearly as paranoid as I would become in later years. Sure, I did get jittery after the first three or so murders, but, as the shock of it all wore off, I relaxed. After an incident involving one of my schoolmates, that changed.
At the start of my Junior year, one of the new girls developed a crush on me. She was a Japanese girl by the name of Yuki, in the sixth grade – the building I attended school, known as McKinney Academy, was shared by junior high and high school students. The girl was petite, with short brown hair that she normally kept in pigtails, and brown eyes. Yuki first took interest in me after I helped her pick up her belongings, when she forgot to zip up her backpack. Throughout the next few months she always sat at a spot that would give her a view of me at lunch, or intentionally went the long way to class just to walk by one of the classes I was in. On several occasions she would drop something, seemingly on accident, and bend down to pick it up in such a way that I got a glimpse of her cleavage.
I was not the only one who noticed, and, during one day after school a redheaded girl who used to hang out with her straight up told me that Yuki had a crush on me. I just nodded my head and she went on her way, giggling. I will admit that the feeling was somewhat mutual; Yuki, even for a tween, was cute, and I did take a longer peak than necessary when she bent over. I would never have admitted it back then; even at sixteen, telling everyone that you thing a twelve-year-old is attractive was not a smart thing to do. I just acted like I was completely oblivious to Yuki.
The idea that Yuki might so much as ask me on a date, or even ask me on a date, never crossed my mind. As is typical when someone has a crush on someone, she always spoke softly, and with a stutter, around me. She was also rather clumsy and falling over in my presence; though, whether that was due to her being socially awkward, or just trying to give me a peak, I was never certain. Which was the reason I never expected what happened.
It was three weeks before Christmas, and I was about to close in on my fourteenth and fifteenth kill. My target was two women; Jessica Rey and Amber Sharp. My client, who I understood was the girlfriend of Jessica, offered enough to more than double the hoard of money I already kept under my bedroom after she discovered that Jessica was dating someone else.
My parents were out of town and would not be back for several days, which meant I could stay out all night without raising suspicions. I arrived home first and gathered my supplies; gloves, cleaning equipment, a Ruger MK II pistol, and several clips of ammunition. I stored the cleaning supplies in the trunk of my car, ate dinner, then drove off at midnight.
The couple, according to my client, was staying in a cabin in a wooded area not too far from town. This was my third trip out here – the first two were merely to survey the area – so I found it pretty quickly. It was quiet and dark place, so I made sure to turn off my headlights as soon as I hit the dirt road leading through the thicket of trees, and approached as slowly as possible. I parked in front of the house and climbed out.
I walked up to the door, even though I knew it was probably locked, and turned the knob. To my surprise, it was unlocked. It pushed the door open and walked in. The light was on, piercing the blackness of the forest outside. The cabin was a single room, not including the bathroom, with only a large bed in the center. My targets were in the bed. The two women, Jessica; a petite redhead with perky tits, and Amber; a busty dark-haired beauty, were sleeping naked in each other's arms.
Things were going too perfectly, and, though I never have been a superstitious man, I expected something to go wrong. The most likely screw up being me giving in to strong urges brought on by my teen hormones, and try to rape one of the targets. However, my more professional mindset was firmly in control, and I carried out my mission with cold efficiency. I walked over to the bed and drew my gun. I placed the barrel against Jessica's ear. Her body began to stir at the cold metal, but, before she could wake, I pulled the trigger. BANG! The shot rang out as the bullet pierced her eardrum and burrowed into her brain.
Amber's eyes shot open at the sound of my gun going off.
"What's happening? Jess... What...?"
I pointed the gun at the center of her forehead and fired again. A red hole opened up; a mist of blood and brain tissue sprayed everywhere, and Amber's eyes went blank. Piss sprayed from their urethras, soaking the sheets and mattress beneath them.
During the early years of my career, I was a bit of a stickler when it came to making sure they were dead. I put three more rounds into each of their heads, to guarantee their deaths. During that barrage, I noticed another loud banging sound from outside, and initially assumed it was an echo. Only moments later did I realize that it was the back door of my car being shut.
When I was certain that Jessica and Amber were dead, I shoved the gun into my pocket and headed towards the door. Another figure stepped through the threshold, and I stopped.
"Yuki?" I said, eyes widened.
Yuki was standing at the entrance to the cabin, completely nude.
"It's me." She replied. She smiled and held out her arms.
"How-how are you here? And where are your clothes?"
I was perplexed, and fairly certain that what I sW was either a hallucination or some sort of apparition. Even the latter idea seemed a far more plausible explanation for her being there than any I could think of.
"I fell asleep in the back of your car."
"What do you mean?"
"I came to your house to tell you something, but..."
Yuki's mind finally processed what she was she saw on the bed, and she stopped talking mid-sentence.
"Are-are they dead? Did you kill them?" Her voice became higher pitched with each word.
I pulled the gun out of my pocket and sighed. "I liked you. Too bad you had to see this."
"Oh dear!" Yuki backed up and threw her hands out in front of herself.
"I'm terribly sorry," I told her as I raised the gun.
"Wait! Please! Before you kill me, can we make love?"
I stopped for a second, then lowered my gun.
"You can kill me if you want. Just please make love to me first. That's sort of why I came to your house in the first place. Plus I'd rather not die a virgin."
I looked at her for about thirty seconds. Even though she was only twelve, with a soft round face like that of a doll, her hips were not quite those of a child anymore. Her breasts were also developed for her age; round, orange-sized, with tiny, hard, nipples. It would be a shame to waste her; besides, this was not some cheating whore, but someone I was fond of, and she at least deserved to have her last requests honored.
"I can do that, Yuki," I said, "but you will have to die afterwards. I can't just let you go after seeing this."
She gazed at me for a few seconds, with teary eyes, and then nodded. "I-I'm okay with that. Where do you want to do it at?"
"We can do it in the back of my car. Come on."
Yuki nodded again and we both walked to the car. I opened the back door and let her climb in first. I threw the gun up into the back dashboard then dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles, and my erect cock sprang forward. I climbed in and sat next to her. I closed the door.
"Come on," I slapped my leg and smiled.
Yuki climbed on top of me, wrapping her armed around my neck as she positioned her pelvis. I put my arms on her back and gently pulled her towards me as she lowered herself onto my shaft. A gasp escaped her lips as the tip of my penis penetrated her tight girlhood. I broke the hymen, which illicited a rather sharp yelp, and virginal blood trickled down my member.
"How is it?" I asked, as my dick went deeper into her.
"It's," she gasped, "it's pretty good. Better than I imagined."
It was slow at first; Yuki started riding up and down slowly, pushing her pelvis lower, and my cock deeper, with each downward thrust, with exasperated grunts and heavy breathing, until she reached my pelvis. As she grew more comfortable, the speed of her thrusts increased. I started thrusting up into her, in coordination with her thrusts. We were both grunting like wild animals. Yuki's moaned particularly loudly as she approached orgasm; her grip on my neck tightened, and she buried her head into my chest. She climaxed, and pussy fluids sprayed into my crotch and the fabric of the seat. I felt her vaginal muscles contract around my shaft, and seconds later I climaxed as well. I bellowed a long, drawn out, groan, I pumped thick strings of my sticky seed into her belly with each thrust.
When I finally pulled out, our chests oscillated like a pump as we took in air. I turned and laid back on the car seat, with Yuki's naked body on top of me. I looked into her brown eyes, and she looked back with a weak smile. I caressed her cheeks, and softly stroked her pigtails. Her face moved closer and we locked lips. We kissed for probably ten minutes; first just soft pecks, but eventually our tongues found their way into each other's mouth.
It may have gone on longer, but my memory is a little blurry. My only memory after that is waking up about two hours later. Yuki was still asleep. One of my hands rested on her back, and the other between the cleft of her buttocks. I remembered quickly what I had to do, and sighed.
I gently lifted her up and laid her upright against the door. Her eyes opened and she stretched out her arms.
"I'm sorry Yuki, but it's time," I said as I pulled my pants up.
"Oh. Okay," she said groggily. Whether or not she was awake enough to remember at this point, I was not sure. Either way, she closed her eyes and fell back was soon snoring again.
I grabbed the gun and placed it in my pocket. I knew that killing her in my car would be stupid; I was already worried about her dried up virginal blood stuck to my seat. Plus, I couldn't leave her body this close to the cabin. Then I recalled that my dad's shovel was in the trunk.
After I tucked the shovel into my pants, I scooped Yuki up into my arms and went deeper into the woods. I stopped about a mile from the cabin and gently laid her in the softest patch of grass I could find. As she slept, I started to dig.
At three feet I stopped. The Sun was starting to rise. I wiped sweat from my forehead and turned to Yuki. She was still asleep, so I gently began caressing her face until her eyes started to open. I placed my lips on hers and kissed; she kissed me back, and I let her for a few minutes before I broke it off.
She sat up as I pulled from the gun from my pocket. Yuki was a little shaky, but the smile on her face told me that she was at least content with her fate.
"Can I hold it while it happens?" She asked.
"Your penis. I want to hold your cock while I die."
I nodded and unfastened my pants. After fumbling with my underwear, my cock was once again sticking out. Yuki's gripped the shaft with both hands.
"Now, not many people are going to get this offer. Where do you want it? In the forehead or the heart?"
"Hmm. Actually, could you put it in my mouth? I don't want my face ruined, and I'm afraid it will hurt if you shoot me in the heart."
"Very well then," I replied.
She opened her mouth and I started to put the barrel in. Then an idea occurred to me.
"I'm giving you a few more minutes," I told her. "I'll need this," I said, moving her hands away from my cock. "Don't worry, I'll give it back," I assured her when she made a whimper.
I started to stroke myself. At first she looked at me with her head cocked to the side, and her mouth open, then smiled. After a minute I climaxed; I squirted as much cum as possible on the barrel of the gun. It stopped, and I smeared my seed into the metal.
"Alright, now we can continue."
Yuki's hands gently wrapped around my member; this time getting smearing leftover cum into her palms. I shoved the barrel into her mouth, and gave her several seconds to taste the sticky treat. Then I pulled the trigger.
Tufts of hair, bone fragments, and blood sprayed from the back of her head. Her expression went blank and her body slumped to the ground; her soft fingers slipped from their grasp around my cock and laid uselessly beside her. Her bladder emptied itself into an arc of piss, creating a damp spot in the dirt that quickly expanded.
I kissed her on the lips one last time, before heaving her corpse into the hole. For the next three hours I shoveled dirt on top of her. I went home – arrived back at the house around noon – and slept until midnight.
That kill is still the only one I have any regrets about; and why I am careful about who I let get close to me.