This thread will be for any of my stories that are shorter than 500 words.

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Killing Cassandra

shooting, teen, f-self, piss

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Dustin awoke to the slamming of a door. A beam of sunlight shone through a hole over his head, piercing an otherwise black room. What the hell?

He stretched out his arms and bumped into something; a gun, his Glock 17.

Right! He was hiding in the closet belonging to a thirteen-year-old girl named Cassandra Nguyen. How did he fall asleep on the job? He only needed to wait two hours. Didn’t a door slam, or did he imagine that?

Dustin peered through the hole, one hand clutching the gun as the other grabbed the doorknob.

Cassandra stood by her bed, chestnut-brown hair flowing over her shoulders. He twisted the knob and stopped when she unbuttoned her shirt. The teen's lemon-sized breasts stood at attention as her bra hit the floor. She stepped out of her plaid skirt, revealing white panties with flowers.

The bed squeaked as Cassandra plopped down and spread her legs. Dustin’s cock swelled against his underwear as she slid her hand over her flat belly and into her panties. She moaned and squeezed her nipples as she rubbed her pussy.

Dustin’s cock wanted, no, needed, to rip out of his cargo shorts. It wanted him to rip off her panties so he could impale her teeny snatch, fill her womb with his seed. He couldn’t even stroke his dick, not when he groaned like a bear.

Cassandra mewled and bit her lip. She bucked her hips and pinched her nipple.

Dustin threw open the door. Cassandra stared wide-eyed, continued rubbing her pussy as her cunt juice seeped through her panties.

“You do know that’s a really filthy habit?” Dustin fired two rounds into her crotch. Cassandra shrieked.

Two more rounds went into each nipple, he fired six between her breasts. She thrashed for ten seconds, wheezing and hacking up blood. Her thrashing slowed to twitching. Bloody piss squirted through her panties, pooling between her legs.

Dustin raised Cassandra’s hips and pulled her panties to her knees. Half of her middle finger hung over a hole in her slit, blood dripping from the stump.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo, a souvenir for his client. He snapped thirty-five more photos, from multiple angles and distances, six close-ups of her spread pussy; his bonus for when he got home.

“I wish I met you on different terms.” He kissed her on the tit as he fingered her pussy.

Dustin stepped away and turned back, grabbing the severed piece of finger sitting in her panties and stuffed it into her pussy. “You seem to like it in there.”