You’re standing outside of a side entrance to an old school building with minutes to go before you get to participate in the most controversial game show in the North American Union: High School Murder Spree.
Each three months hundreds of girls between the ages of thirteen and eighteen are selected by nationwide beauty pageants, out of a pool of thousands of applicants, and locked in this refurbished school building. Hidden cameras are placed in every nook and cranny throughout the building, along with one plain-view camera in each room. To win 100,000 dollars, each girl must survive for three hours and she has to masturbate to climax ten times in front of a plain-view camera, but cannot masturbate in front of the same camera more than once. You have been issued an ACR 3, two M9s, a Bowie knife sheathed in your left boot, and a backpack filled with ammo. You have a camera strapped to your forehead, and another on your belt buckle. You and three other hunters, stationed at various entrances around the building, will enter the building at nine o’clock in the evening to seek out and exterminated as many girls as possible. You won’t win anything other than the experience and glory of getting to participate, and the Dead Cunt if you kill the most girls.
You don’t know how long ago the girls went in to get their head start. It was less than thirty minutes, and that’s all you know. You don’t own a watch and you don’t have your phone. Your camo shorts do little to stop the winter air from chilling you to your core as it rushes past your legs. You jump at the crackle of the intercom.
“It is now nine o’clock PM. Hunters, you may now commence with the killing.”
The metal door opens with a buzz. You stride across the threshold and the door clammers shut behind you.
You’re in a hallway with dozens of doors on either side. Which one to try first? You draw an M9, as that one contestant did on an episode back in Season Eight, and fire three rounds down the hallway. A chorus of screams erupts behind the third door on the right. You grin as you holster your weapon.
A chair slides out from behind a large desk as you barge in. An Asian girl is running towards that desk. She can’t be any older than thirteen, bending over with her brown ass cheeks hanging out of her red-checkered microskirt, and orange-sized buds bouncing beneath a black tank-top. She spins around and gasped as you close the door. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. You take aim when a bright-orange bush pokes out from behind the desk. You lower your weapon.
“I know you’re back there. You might as well come on out, I’m going to come around there eventually.”
The orange bush rises, belonging to a freckled girl of seventeen or eighteen with tits bulging beneath a grey t-shirt, with her hands over her head. Another thirteen-year-old, blonde pigtails, a cropped tank-top, and blue jeans, emerges next. A brunette fifteen-year-old brunette, wearing only a yellow thong, is the last to come out.
“I bet you thought it was clever to hide out in a room near one of the entrances. Thought we’d just run right past you and you could go from room-to-room while we’re killing school whores deeper in the building? I’ve been watching this show for years, and I can tell you that you’re not the first girls to try this.”
The blonde begins sobbing. “Please don’t kill us. Can’t you just walk away and pretend you never saw us?”
“I-I don’t wanna die,” the redhead screams.
You sigh. “I’m sorry you girls got caught, but the rules state that I have to kill you if I see you.” You don’t, and you remember plenty of episodes where hunters allowed a girl or two to live out of pity. Although the network allows it, you hate it when a hunter decides to spare the cute girl. “I’m sorry, but you are going to die within the next few minutes.”
The blonde and redhead start blubbering. The brunette closes her eyes as tears roll down her cheeks.
“Please no … please-”
“Just shut the fuck up already and let’s get this over,” the Asian yells “This is going to happen whether we want to or not.”
“I’ll even let you masturbate before I kill you. I’ll wait until you orgasm.”
The Asian raises her skirt as she plops her bare ass on the desk and starts rubbing her pussy. The other girls look at each other than at you. The brunette breaks off and sits in the chair they moved earlier, to start rubbing one off beneath her thong.
The blonde and redhead continue just looking at you.
“How about I make it interesting? The first girl to cum gets a quick shot to the head. The second will take it in the tits and heart. The last two will be shot in the pussy first.”
The other thirteen-year-old hops onto the desk next to the Asian and pulls her pants down to her ankle. She rubs her cunt through her panties.
“Fine!” The blonde hisses before sitting on the floor with her legs spread to give you a view of her cunt as she begins to rub it.
None of them will catch up to the Asian nerd, who is now moaning, and heaving with each breath. She slows down just as she’s about to climax.
“Come on sweetheart, you can do it. Just get that last orgasm and say goodbye to the world.”
She sniffed. “O-okay, but, ca-ca-can you do me a favor?”
“You see, I’ve never made love to anyone. I-I don’t want to die a virgin. Can you please fuck me to my last orgasm?”
You never fucked a thirteen-year-old before, not as an adult at least, but you don’t want to deny a pretty young lady her death wish. You’re already hard from watching her masturbate as you’re planning to kill her, so it’s not like you aren’t attracted to her. You unzip your pants and whip out your cock. She smiles as you grab her waist and plunge your member into her girlhood. Your plump cock is squeezes in as it stretches her pussy, stopping at her cervix. Blood pours out as you break her hymen. You thrust faster as she loosens up. A minute later her pussy constricts around your sausage and she throws her head back in orgasm. You come. Her pulsing girlhood milks your semen to the last spurt.
You pull out. Semen oozes from her pussy, pooling on the bottom of her skirt. You lift your M9 and press it against her forehead. She closes her eyes, dips her finger in her pussy before putting it in her mouth. As she sucks on it you pull the trigger. Her head jerks back as a flurry of blood erupts. She tumbles off the desk and hits the floor, laying face-down as piss drizzles into a growing puddle.
You zip up your pants as the brunette screams. She’s arching her back and howling to the ceiling with her fingers sloshing around beneath her thong. You fire. Her tits jiggle beneath a hail of bullets. The last round goes right between her tits. She collapses to the floor, grunting and twitching as she bleeds out.
You pull out your other M9 and point it at the blonde’s crotch.
“Please don’t kill me, I don’t wanna die! Please don-ahhh!”
You fire thirteen rounds into her bare pussy. She screams and clutches her ruined girlhood as blood gushes through her fingers. You grab the blonde kiss her, muffling her screams as your tongue slips through her lips. You press the gun against her throat, angling it upwards, and fire twice. She shutters in your arms, but you keep kissing her until you taste blood on the tip of your tongue. You lay her on the desk where she twitches and gargles blood.
You holster the handguns and raise your ACR. The redhead’s eyes pop open, she rubs her pussy faster.
“Not yet! I’m about to climax. Just wait a few more seco-”
Thirty rounds obliterate her hand and shred her genitals. She screams at her pulverized hand while holding the shirt to her crotch with the other. You whistle as you reload your guns, then you silence her screams with ten ACR rounds between her tits and two in her throat.