Raoul’s hands reached into the bucket above Zahra’s head and lifted it his dick. “Zahra was just too much of a free spirit. A fiery girlfriend is fun for a while…. But not really wife material. She pretended well, but she never really learned her place” He reached down and grabbed Zahra by her short hair, and she could feel as she was lifted up and her throat settled on Raoul's still raging erection. Two hands slid her down its length until the head poked out of her mouth and between her eyes. She could taste her own piss and ass and his cum all over it.He started stroking his cock with it, using Zahra’s cute head as an onahole. It felt like every time that he’d ever force deepthroat her, but a million times worse. It hurt so much, she didn’t understand why she wasn’t already dead. Raoul came all over her face, then he dropped her back into the box he’d taken her out of.
“Bye bye Zarya, I know you can still hear me.”

Off to her right, Brian began to piss in Celeste’s waiting mouth. Zahra could see her muscles twitch as if to try to close her mouth… but nothing happened. His foul beery piss washed down her throat and drenched the cute black tank top she’d been wearing.
“Bitch would’ve made a better toilet than a wife.”

“Emily would have made a good wife and mother.” mused Cal, as he stroked his cock with her uvula. Emily’s diming eyes rolled up to look at him, as if to ask ‘why did you snuff me then?’
“I guess that I wasn’t quite ready to settle down though… shame If I’d met her five years from now, I would probably have put a ring on that finger, and kept her.” His cum dribbled out her neckhole. “Plenty of other fish in the sea though, and when I’m ready… I’ll find a good one to settle down with for a decade or so.”

The box she was in whirred loudly and was picked up by a mechanical basket. It zipped her over to the shooting range where metal pikes waited for her. The contraption righted her head, and descended over a spit. There was a little hole in the bottom of the box that lined up with her throat with a little red laser rangefinder. Zahra was fading fast now, but she still felt as the cold metal spike slid slowly up her esophagus. She hated being put on display like this… just being treated like a thing instead of as a person. before an automated hydraulic mallet smashed her skull down on the pike, driving the spike up into her dying brain. Her vision cut out, and she could smell paprika for some reason. Then Zahra died.

The boys mounted the last of the girls heads on the range, and went back to the shooting line. The range alarm went off, and it was time for them to test out their new toys and pop some heads. There were some near misses to start with as the guys zeroed their scopes in.
There was a hurrah as Raoul made the first shot. Coco’s head exploded like an overripe melon as the .338 flattened inside of it and tore it apart. The back wall sprayed with blood and brain matter.

They all took turns putting holes in their ex-girlfriends. Most took a few glancing hits to disintegrate into a mess of sloppy gore, It took a half dozen shots for Cal to reduce Emily’s cranium into scarlet tatters. “Fuck, Cal, you can’t shoot for shit. Took you forever to pop your bitch. I thought we were gonna be here all week.” Teased Brian, taking the rifle from him, for his own turn. Brian missed his first two shots, but got lucky on his third. Celeste’s head exploded into gooey red viscera that decorated the back of the range. Her eyeballs swung limply as avulsions under the half of her face that remained.”Take that,you uppity bitch.. i’ve waited so long to pop that complaining head of yours.” He crowed, handing the rifle over to Raoul. “Let’s see if you can do better than that, man!”
Raoul, on the other hand, was a crack shot…. So when it came time to aim at Zahra, he struck true on his first shot, popping her like a balloon. The bullet arced directly between her peacefully closed eyes, and took her entire upper skull with it. Bone, pink cerebral globs, and patches of short black hair exploded violently against the back wall, leaving only her wet tongue, and bits of her lower jaw still intact and attached to the great metal spike. Her dead eyeballs landed in her exposed mouth cavity, giving her shredded remains a very odd look. Blood flowed from the open wounds. “Now, that, gentlemen , is how you pop a slut head!” He smiled victoriously. Raoul got pats on the back all round for his expert marksmanship, and took a celebratory swig from his beer bottle, emptying it.
“Hey guys, looks like you got the next round….” He loudly proclaimed as he returned to the shooting range bar.

They were already frying the girls’ cut up bodies on the grill. Pussy filets, breasts and wombs were turning golden brown and glossy in the heat. The chef pressed his spatula down on one of the uteruses, making sure it would cook evenly in the oil. He drizzled a bit of sauce on them from a cheap brown plastic bottle, and then turned them over one at a time, until the entire closely packed row of babymakers was completely saturated in spicy, smokey goodness. The smell as they sizzled gently on the grill top was heavenly. Raoul ordered the next round of beers and a full order of grilled uteruses, and had it put on Brian and Cal’s tabs. The chef flipped them up with a bbq scraper and onto some flimsy paper plates, serving them to eat at the party’s reserved barstools. Each one had a frosty beer served beside it. Raoul picked up Zarya’s womb on a skewer, and bit into the delicious fried sexual organ. It was rich and meaty, and covered in a sweet and tangy bbq marinade. He washed the mouthful down with a cold swig of ale. If there was a better day out than this, he didn’t know what it was.