Kroz - Overkilling defenseless girls thread [2013]

MACHINEGUNNED SCHOOLGIRL VOL2 (Christine King)




Christine's long dark hair bobbed and her huge 40-hh tits bounced crazily beneath her white blouse as she ran for the bus. She had seen it coming from her bedroom window and had rushed out without putting on her bra. (Now isn't that a surprise!!)Even though it was her last week of school she knew the teacher would be mad. She had already had two detentions in the three weeks since her 16th birthday, and now she had missed it again. She could have sworn the bastard was early again. Oh well she would have to walk again. Perhaps someone would be kind enough to give her a lift. She figured she would have to walk sideways though, one look at those tits and any man would stop. When a car came along this country lane, that is. She undid a couple of buttons to make sure.

She saw a van approaching and turned, showing the driver her huge chest contained beneath the white schoolgirl blouse.
As she expected the van stopped and the driver beckoned to her.

"Want a lift?"

"Yes please, thanks so much."

"You'll have to get in the back though, I'm not insured to carry any one up front. Nobody will see you in there."

She approached the open side door of the van, swung her bag inside and froze.

Before she could react or even draw breath to scream the man inside the van pulled the triggers of the stand mounted belt fed 15mm calibre machine gun.

Christine staggered back; blood spurting from the ragged holes that had appeared in her huge chest.

Shredded tit flesh sprayed up the side of the van as the heavy bullets ripped into her massive wobbling chest, and blew 3" wide holes in her back. The bullets had shredded the fabric of her blouse almost instantly and it was no match for her huge jiggling tits. It tore, freeing her huge swinging, spurting breasts that fell almost to the schoolgirl's waist. Instantly they were torn up by the 15mm dum dums ripping through her 16 yr. old body. She staggered back, bullets still slamming into her, tripped and fell onto the spiked railings atop the low roadside wall.

Christine couldn't see five of the tips rip out of her belly, each streaked with blood and entrails. She was too busy dying, her tits were too big in any case.(Tits can NEVER be too big….)

The bullets ripped through her stocking clad legs and thighs, severing her right leg at the knee with a spurt of blood.
Bullets thumped into her cunt, exposed by her flailing legs, tearing through all her female organs and bursting from her arse and lower back.

Christine's guts spewed in a red cascade as the stream of bullets opened her abdomen at both sides, spattering the 16yr olds guts for ten feet up the road.

Her bullet riddled tits gushed blood from hundreds of holes, as they flopped and jiggled with her bucking body. More blood and shredded tit spurted as he emptied more bullets into the huge fleshy mounds hanging by her sides. The soft mounds bucked and gyrated as the heavy bullets ripped them to shreds. The left one all but exploded at the renewed onslaught leaving her aureole and nipple hanging by a thread of skin. Splintered ribs joined with liquidised tit in sprays from her back and shoulders as the bullets exited. Some hit her under the chin, smashing her jaw and blowing her teeth and brains out of the top of her head.

The man stopped firing, his ammo exhausted. The door closed as the van pulled away. This lark was costing a fortune. A box of ammo per victim.

And he still had fill up the van with diesel……..

THE END

MACHINE GUNNED POLICEWOMAN vol. 3 (Nicola Latham)

Woman Police Constable Nicola Latham's 40ff breasts bounced in the police issue bra, under her straining white blouse as her long legs, (sheathed in black stockings of course!) carried her down the street. Her long curly blonde hair was tied up into a bun at the back of her head, topped by her black and white cap.

The street was deserted except for a white van, but that was 200 yards away. The policewoman stopped at the crossing and pressed the button to stop the traffic.

The van pulled up as if to stop, but overshot the line. W.P.C Latham looked up as the side door slid open.
Her blue eyes opened wide in terror as she saw the heavy machine gun inside the van. It was aimed at her!
The policewoman reached for her radio as the man cocked the gun, and as she pressed the button on her Mic,
he pressed the trigger.

Nicola was almost blown in half as the 15mm dum-dum bullets ripped through her at waist level, splattering blood and her innards from the exit wounds the size of saucers.

She staggered backwards, the bullets slamming her into a telephone pole. Splinters of wood filled the air, and her shattered pelvis no longer supported her hips causing her shapely stocking clad legs to do the involuntary splits.
W.P.C Latham drew breath and screamed a bloody scream, her innards dangling between her fingers as she struggled (albeit briefly) to keep them in.

Although imprisoned in a bra, her huge chest wobbled and gyrated uncontrollably with the impact of each bullet slamming into her.

Blood spattered from her mouth with each hit, as though punched by an invisible hand.

Cartridge cases clattered on the floor of the van as the gunner kept the trigger pressed, trying his best it seemed to empty the box of ammunition.

The policewoman sank into the relentless stream of lead, each bullet ripping a ragged hole in her front and blasting massive exit holes in her back, splintering ribs and bursting both lungs. Nicola's scream turned red, as blood poured from her mouth and she sank into the stream of lead. The bullets smashed her hands and severed her arms, the stumps spraying blood as she writhed.

Nicola's huge wobbling left tit all but exploded as the bullets found it. Fountains of blood and shredded flesh spurted from the wobbling mound, as he raked her chest. The bullets ripped out of her back, along with fragments of bone and lung, splintering the pole, as the remains of her left breast hung like a burst balloon. The stream of lead had reduced her bra and tunic to rags, which were now not capable of restraining her large remaining breast. It sprung out, finally free and wobbling nearly down to Nicola's waist, only to be hit, a split second later by the stream of bullets raking across the blonde policewoman's chest. Her huge swinging breast burst as the bullets tore into it, sending pieces of the soft flesh spattering onto the sides of the van, and all over the gunner. He kept firing though, sending scores more bullets into her chest. Blood and flesh rained down, spattering onto the ground.

The policewoman's body began to crumple, bullets still tearing through her chest, and began to slip earthward. The gunner followed her down, his bullets tearing the last remains of her tits to shreds and shattering her already fragmented ribs.
Her green eyes looked up in sightless pleading, although she was already dead she would be shown no mercy. He kept firing, emptying the last of his bullets into her shattered body.

More blood sprayed as bullets raked across her shoulders, smashing fragments from her collar bone, and severing the stump of her left arm. Nicolas teeth were blown from her mouth as the bullets tore into her cheeks and jaw, shattering it. Fragments of cheekbone were driven from the exit wounds, taking half her face away. Nicola's head exploded as the last ten dum-dums smashed it back into the splintered pole. Her remains steamed as a river of blood and bodily fluids ran down the gutter and into a grating.

The van pulled away, its tyres leaving imprints in the layer of guts and shredded flesh covering the pavement and a few feet of road. Somehow one of her aurole, complete with the nipple and a chunk of tit had survived intact, that is until the rear wheels splattered it.

The End.

CLARE BLAKE GETS MACHINEGUNNED.



Clare screamed and struggled, wildly fighting against the bonds that held her wrists to the post in the execution yard.

Although she was only 5'3, her well-rounded body was full of power, as she arched and bucked in desperation.

She paused briefly to draw breath letting her MASSIVE tits settle, finally wobbling and shuddering into place. The huge fleshy bells hung nearly down to her waist, the lowest curves just passing her belly button. Clare's long blonde hair settled too, falling in golden rivers over her naked shoulders. Tears ran from her pale blue eyes, she knew she was dead.

Clare suddenly looked up as the execution yards two heavy machine guns suddenly sprung to life with a sudden click.

As she drew breath to scream they targeted her then fired turning her scream to blood.
Blood and bone sprayed as the 20mm bullets tore into Clare's belly, and blowing chunks of flesh and shredded guts from the huge exit wounds in her fat arse. Her large pelvis shattered as the bullets smashed through her
abdomen driving fountains of blood and shredded flesh before them. Clare's guts were shredded as they tumbled from her, the bullets tearing through the red and grey curtain, and ripping out of her back.

Clare's massive (and as yet un-hit) tits wobbled crazily with the impacts of the heavy bullets, swinging uncontrollably and slapping into each other and her naked chest.

Clare's legs gave out as a section of her spine was torn away, and she slumped into the relentless stream of lead.

The bottom third (including her nipples and aureole) of each massive tit exploded, blood and shredded tit flesh flying as the bullets tore through them, and her midriff, before ripping a four inch diameter exit wound as they left her. Even more innards cascaded from her, as her lower half hung on a few ribbons of flesh.

She sank deeper into the stream of bullets, (the computer aiming system now assigned one gun to each huge breast) more blood and flesh sprayed as two streams of bullets hammered into her massive wobbling chest, reducing the soft flesh to pulp. The smoking holes in her HUGE breasts, spurted blood and shredded tit as she was smashed back into the post. Her shredded lungs were propelled from the huge saucer sized exit wounds appearing in her back. Clare's GIGANTIC tits took the full onslaught, (one machine gun emptying into each), each hit like a punch to the dangling fleshy mounds. Blood gushed in red geysers from the ragged holes(in what now looked more like a pair of burst balloons) created by the heavy bullets. Her weakened body couldn't stand this punishment. Her lower half crashed to the ground, followed by a sudden cascade of guts that splattered onto the floor.

Amazingly Clare survived for a few seconds, her brain running on stored oxygen in her blood. The last image she saw as her head slumped was the blood spurting from her own breasts, as they were ripped apart by the bullets.

The bullets tore the remains of her chest to shreds, as they swept up, shattering her shoulder blades.

Blood sprayed as her neck was blown apart, propelling her head first upwards, then down dropping right into the stream of bullets. Clare's head exploded splattering her bullet ridden upper half with fragments of bone and brains. Still her headless top bucked and jerked with every impact, the ribbons of flesh ( all that remained of her MASSIVE tits) that hung from her chest jiggling crazily until finally the guns ran out of ammo.

THE END.

MACHINE GUNNED POLICEWOMAN vol2 (Kate Dudman)


Kate was in trouble now. She had disturbed the drug gangs loading another shipment, and drug gangs don't like police. Several men armed with machine guns were advancing. Unfortunately for the policewoman she was in a radio blackspot and her set was useless. W.P.C Dudman's green eyes opened wide in terror and her breathing quickened, causing her 38ee breasts to heave, straining her white blouse further.
She bumped into the wall of the warehouse as she backed away in terror, and realised she could go no further. This was it. They were going to kill her.
"Don' t kill me" she pleaded desperately," they WILL catch you. You won't get away wit…."
But they had already started firing.
Blood sprayed as the bullets ripped into the policewoman's stocking covered thighs. Chips of brick and bone flew as the bullets tore into her, smashing her femurs and hips and shredding her female organs. She clapped her hands over the wounds but more bullets shredded them.
The stream of bullets swept up, tearing through the black skirt and into the soft flesh of her belly. W.P.C Dudman's stomach was ripped open, and a cascade of guts poured out but was instantly shredded by the relentless stream of lead sweeping up her body. Her pelvis shattered, so Kate should have fallen, but the force of the impacts were holding her body against the wall. Her body danced, both large breasts gyrated madly under her uniform, (although held in a bra.) as she was blown to pulp.
She started to bend at the waist, blood trickling from her mouth. She drew breath for the last time to scream in agony.
Her scream died as two of the streams of bullets ripped into Kate's chest, the bullets shredded her uniform (and bra), causing her large naked breasts to flop out a split second before they were hit. The soft fleshy bells literally exploded as scores of bullets ripped into them, spraying chunks of flesh and blood. Blood sprayed from Kate's mouth as her lungs burst, splinters of ribs flying from the ragged holes. As the onslaught slammed her back against the wall, her hat fell and was blasted to ribbons before it hit the ground.
Bullets were still slamming into her at waist/hip level, shredding everything in their path. Her bullet ridden right leg fell sideways, blood pouring from her disintegrated hip. More guts slid from her, in a red and grey curtain down to her knees before they too were again instantly splattered to pulp.
Kate's left leg collapsed at the knee, leaving her hips and pelvis unsupported for a second or so before the lower half of her, now severed by the bullets, crashed to the ground. Her stocking clad legs lay at crazy angles on a steaming pile of her guts. The bullets shredded her intestines and stomach as they cascaded from her, landing in a splattery heap on her hips and legs. The policewoman's upper half was still held against the wall by the bullets slamming into her. Her bullet-ridden chest was doing its best to gyrate under the onslaught, each impact causing another spurt of blood and pulped flesh, and more of Kate's severed insides to flop out of her wrecked body onto the remains of her lower half.
Liquidised tit flesh sprayed from an ever-increasing number of holes in her bucking breasts, as bullets continued to tear into her. Shards of Kate's shattered ribs were driven out of the exit wounds in her back and sides, carrying with them shreds of most of the policewoman's heart and lungs. There wasn't enough of her left to support her body now, and she began to slide again.
Still they kept firing, emptying their machine guns into Kate's body as it fell. The bullets severed her left arm and shoulder, and as her head fell into the vacant space it was hit.
Kate's jaw and teeth were smashed, and carried up into her brain by the bullets, before they burst from the top of her head, splattering lumps of bloody hair and skull. Both eyes exploded as they were caught in the stream of lead, the liquid spraying out onto her bullet-ridden cheeks.
The men cocked their guns and turned away, leaving the policewoman's steaming remains in a spreading pool of blood and guts.

HER END

MACHINEGUNNED POLICEWOMAN VOL1 (SUE MOORE)



W.P.C Sue Moore was running for her life, her 38fff tits swung and wobbled uncontrollably, hanging through the tattered remains of her uniform, down to her waist. She could not cover herself because her hands were held behind her with her own handcuffs. Sue’s short blonde hair was matted with spunk from the six cocks that had come over her face (during her gang rape.) and was now drying on her cheeks, and still running from her cunt and arse. She knew these men now wanted her dead! (So do I!)
Sue ran into a doorway, and hid there panting, her massive chest heaving. She heard the men coming and started to run
in the opposite direction. Sue rounded the corner and was faced by the Phalanx gun (20mm cal and 20,000 rpm, that’s 333 bullets every second from each gun) mounted on a stand.
Sue screamed and turned to run, but she was too late. Before she could turn it fired.
Blood sprayed as the 20mm dum dums ripped into Sue’s body from two directions, but despite the large calibre the mass of her body ensured she remained in the streams of lead for several seconds. The heavy bullets tore into her at waist level, spraying shredded flesh and guts through the enormous holes they had created.
The stream of lead smashed into her stocking clad legs, hips and pelvis, and sending fragments of her black skirt flying, along with shattered bone and shredded flesh. She staggered back guts tumbling from her opened stomach, stumbling as her feet became tangled in the steaming coils. With each step it was as though Sue was being punched (what a great idea! I think I'll do a "beaten and raped" story), by a huge fist (!), each convulsion causing her massive tits to swing. The heavy bullets continued to rip into her, spattering her guts as they tore through the red curtain of innards hanging out of her. Sue's shattered pelvis collapsed, causing her bullet ridden, but somehow still stocking clad legs to divide and the upper half of her body to sink into the relentless stream of lead.
Sue’s huge breasts exploded (like water melons hit with a sledgehammer,) as the dum dums tore into her chest, blood, shredded flesh and splintered ribs erupted from the saucer sized holes they created in her back.
Sue puked blood as her lungs, stomach and heart were turned to mincemeat by the lead onslaught, the contents of her chest spurting out through shattered ribs and covering the now bullet ridden wall behind her.
Her shattered body began to collapse, but the stream of bullets continued, blasting more of her away with each impact and driving her into the wall. Her body sank further, more bullets smashing into the tattered remains of her breasts and shoulder blades, shattering them almost instantly.
Her neck vanished in a spray of blood, dropping her head into the relentless stream of lead.
Sue's blue eyes never saw the bullets that smashed into her head, flinging it against the wall. Sue's blue eyes exploded as bullets ripped through them on the way through her skull.
Her head was held for a few seconds against the bloody masonry before exploding in a shower of bone and brains.
The heat seeking guns re targeted on the largest area they could see, and put a burst into her as yet fairly undamaged legs, which jiggled and danced as the bullets ripped into them.
Sue's remains steamed.


THE END

With two silenced MAC-10's loaded with 9mm full metal jacket bullets in my hands, I was ready to crash the sorority. I rang the doorbell.

A stunningly beautiful blonde opened the door, wearing the cutest and tightest pink pyjamas ever! She had really perky C-cup breasts, a perfectly flat tummy, and a sexy, meaty ass. I felt my dick instantly growing when I saw her, and the butterflies in my belly went crazy over the idea of shooting her. She smiled and said something to me, but I didn’t hear a thing. I just lifted my MACs and opened fire, emptying both the 30-round magazines in her boobs in 1.5 seconds, with the amazing speed of 1 600 rounds per minute.

The hot lead ripped through her young, soft, thick, firm breasts, which made them quiver and shake wildly. Every hole spurted warm blood, and bits of wobbling tit-matter sprayed down her body and face.

She stumbled backwards as the bullets riddled her fleshy jugs; the gunfire seemed to be never-ending in her dying mind. She didn't feel any pain right away, but she saw that she was getting shot. Her only thought was: “What the fuck...” Then only pain.

She was so afraid of dying, and the bullets just kept ripping through her chest and breasts! Her breasts were literally being ripped to shreds by the bullets, and some of them exited out of her smooth back, tearing bloody shreds in her pink pyjamas to the front and back.

When the magazines were empty, she slumped down on her back. She wasn't dead yet, she tried desperately to breathe, but her lungs were minced and her spine was shattered. She was paralyzed. She stared at me in horror. She knew was dying, but she was so afraid.

I reloaded my MACs and went up to the terrified, dying girl, aimed one gun at her beautiful face, and pulled the trigger. A short burst went through her cute nose and intense, deep eyes and exploded out of the back of her head, blowing her brains out, killing her instantly. I lifted her shredded shirt, exposed her perfect belly, and emptied the mag into it, mincing her dead guts just for the hell of it.

The shower was on. The dead, bullet-riddled girl was lying on the floor, and blood and flesh had spurted everywhere. I had to kill the girl in the shower before she’d find her dead friend and scream to alert the rest of the girls.

I was looking forward to riddle her naked milky jugs with furiously hot lead and shoot them to god damn pieces!

I tried the bathroom door. It was open, I went inside. She didn't notice me, the shower was making too much noise, and she was behind a white shower curtain. I could see her shadow: She had a magnificent body, long hair, and a beautiful pair of fleshy mammaries.

I noticed her bra on a chair and checked her size. DD-cups. I smiled, threw her bra away, quickly slid the curtain to the side and pointed both my MAC's at her. Her big breasts were the most perfect I've ever seen. She gasped and raised her hands, and I could not think of a better pose for her to get shot in.

I was determined to empty the magazines in her boobs, so I moved the guns in small circles to hit every part of her naked and madly jiggling breasts. The holes sprayed down her chest with gore, but the running water promptly washed it away, clearing the visibility of the ragged wounds.

Her shoulders were jerking violently as the bullets were grinding her breasts to mincemeat, ripping off pieces of skin, flesh and mammary glands. This was so cool; here I was, shooting her fucking boobs off, and the girl couldn't do a goddamn thing about it!

The bullets exited out of her back and slammed into the tiles behind her, embedding her DNA in the wall. In less than 2 seconds I had riddled her breasts with so much lead that they were really just shreds of bloody mammary glands and torn skin.

The girl fell into the wall and slid down with a grimace on her face, leaving bloody trails with pieces of skin and flesh. She died before she reached the floor, and her face slowly relaxed and her dead eyes stared into the air.

The running water was still rinsing off her shot-up body, making her a very pretty kill with a considerable amount of missing flesh.

In less than thirty seconds, I had brutally shot and killed two beautiful, innocent girls. I was hungry for more. I went back into the hall where the first dead girl still lay and started checking for more victims.

I reloaded my MAC's and went towards a closed door. When I put my right ear into it, I could hear soft, female laughter and feminine voices. I knocked the door.

"Come in!" It was quiet in there now.

I aimed my MAC's at chest level, waiting for someone to open the door. I knocked again, and eventually, someone opened, sighing “I said, Come in!”

It was an adorable brunette. She had long hair, nice C-cup breasts, and a flat belly. She was wearing a tight, light-blue top, which did little to conceal the curves of her perfectly shaped breasts.

“Fuck you,” I said and opened fire, pumping her defenceless mammaries full of red-hot lead. Blood and flesh were rapidly spraying out of the holes, both to her front and back, and the four other girls inside the room were screaming. The girl was stumbling backwards, and I redirected my aim to her belly and peppered it full of lead with the rest of the bullets in both MAC’s. She gulped blood while shaking uncontrollably: It almost looked like she was shaking pieces off her tits by herself. A rather large chunk flew off her left boob, blowing it wide open.

The girl collapsed when the shooting stopped. I reloaded the MAC’s and peppered wildly at the chests of the remaining three girls. They were already screaming before the bullets hit their soft bodies, spurting blood.

Their tits jiggled and bounced out of their tops as their bras were shot up, revealing the ragged holes in their soft, firm jugs. Small bits of skin and flesh were torn off their boobs and chests, and some stray bullets hit smooth necks and pretty faces too. I blasted away until the magazines were empty. Both mags were empty at the same time. The girl who I'd shot first was silently resting with 60 bullet holes in her body.

What a fucking mess. Five girls lay blown to bits in random places of the room, heavily bullet-riddled. The walls were painted with gore and sprayed with a lot of flesh. Two of them had accidentally been shot in the head and were dead. However, two of the girls inside were not quite dead yet.

The two remaining girls were badly injured, and were whimpering and moaning softly in pain. Their soft tits lay splattered across the room. I walked up to the one whose boobs had been damaged the most, absolutely beyond repair, and teased: “Nice tits, bitch.” She whimpered louder as if she was more annoyed that I had destroyed her boobs than the fact that she was dying.

I reloaded my MAC's, aimed one of them at her belly and one at her chest and fired. Her body shook wildly as I peppered her in her boobs and belly, filling her soft tummy up with shredding lead. I stopped shooting when the mags were empty. The girl was now dual-machine-gunned with four mags emptied in her tits and belly. 120 bullets.

The last remaining girl had just seen three of her friends been shot to smithereens, and she knew she was next. She had mixed feelings of anger, relief, fear and curiosity about dying. She didn’t have the time to sort out these feelings properly before one single bullet hit her in the head and switched her off in less than a second. Gone. Then I shot her dead tits off.

I'd killed six young, defenceless girls. Shot them apart, riddled them with bullets, and blown them to bits. However, the killing was just getting started.

Several soft, young girls were waiting to be riddled with bullets. My dick was so hard and I was so damn horny now that I could go off any minute without even touching it.

There's such a kick to shoot a cute, innocent girl in her young, fleshy boobs! Girls seem to think that they can’t be shot in the tits, and they almost never show it in the movies because it’s taboo. This is reality.

I was right outside the door to the dorms, and I decided on a silent entry. I slowly opened the door.

A tall brunette was just walking by, topless, only wearing pink lace panties. Her milky mammaries were adorable, perfectly shaped, and topped with cute, erected, brown nipples. My guess: C-cups.

I grabbed her throat with my right hand, prevented a scream and held her steady while I emptied one mag into her jiggling jugs, sweeping back and forth, until it was empty.

The girl shook from the impacts, and her face was twisted in pain. Her tits were tattered from the holes, and little pieces of skin, flesh, fat and mammary glands had been brutally ripped off. I let go of her throat, and she clumsily took one step forward, looked down at her blood-soaked, bullet-riddled chest, and slowly sunk to her knees, before falling face down onto the floor.

I hid my guns and knocked a door. A stunningly beautiful teenage girl, maybe 17, wearing a tight, pink t-shirt with the sarcastic text “Look at my chest when I’m talking to you!” and white lace panties opened the door. She was a fertile, sensual creature with nice jugs, firm and perfectly rounded.

"Hey," the sexy, young girl said with a cute smile. I looked at her tits.

The girl giggled. She was proud that her boobs had caught the eyes of a cute boy. I wanted the girl to be conscious of her fleshy chest before I destroyed it.

”Nice tits,” I said and casually rose my guns. The girl gasped, and froze with fear and confusion. Why would anyone point a gun at her? She’d never done anything wrong in her whole, short life!

One gun aimed at each mammary, I pulled the triggers. Raking her tits, sweeping quickly back and forth, I was pumping no less than fifteen slugs through each of her fleshy mounds.

The cute girl jerked as bullet after bullet brutally tore through her soft, jiggling breasts, expanding in the soft flesh. They inflicted ragged holes spurting hot blood and bits of pink flesh and fabric, and pushing air out of her lungs. There was no milk, but a misty mixture of blood and jellylike fat was spurting out. Her upper arms were also inevitably riddled with bullets, and bits of skin and flesh flew off them too.

Her top was torn open, exposing her still-jiggling, bullet-riddled boob remains. When the bullet rain stopped, the girl took a few steps backwards, grabbed her mangled breasts, and collapsed. She landed on her back, writhing slowly in pain and gulping blood. She wasn’t dead yet, she was fighting for her life, but her vital chest organs were destroyed.

Juiced up on adrenaline, I wanted to pump more rounds into the soft, female body.

"Bitch."

I sent another burst across her already torn tits, mutilating what was left of them further. Blood spurted along with chunks of flesh and bone as the girl jerked on the floor, pushing more gore out of her mouth and nose. She was fucking dead.