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[Anon] Cleaner [2016]

Chapter 1
A Night-Time Snack

The window opened softly to the touch of his hands. He had done this many times before. His backpack came off his shoulder, he placed it by the window, and then went inside. The living room was pitch-black with parcels of light from the window coming from the night sky. He could make out a dining table, couch, and television. There was leftover pizza on the sink and he could almost smell the pepperoni from the dishes.

He playfully stuck his finger on a plate and licked the taste off from his gloves. Pepperoni? No, actually it was sausage. He had a giddy feeling in his heart. That excitement you get from being in a place you weren't supposed to be. Here he was the stranger. An anomaly. The danger that lurked beneath the bed, scaring little children at night. It was intoxicating, mesmerizing, and laughable. How would they taste? How would they smell? The more he thought about it the more his hands clenched into little white marbles.

His tongue began wagging disgustingly from the corner of his mouth. He immediately restrained himself, and returned to a calm shadow-like demeanor. No, not yet. It was too early for him to start to 'play'. He crept into the corridor, passing family photographs, taking each one with heightened interest. A family of three. A husband, wife, and their adorable little girl. Ah, this must be her graduation from elementary school.

And this must be her room.

A little pink bunny rabbit was stuck in front of an immaculately white door. It was so white it almost glowed in the dark. A grin passed up his face and he caressed the knob lightly before heading further down the hallway. There was an order to this that he had to follow. A sort of safety first guideline he made when he started this strange hobby. Big People First. Little People Later. Easy rule as long as you didn't get carried away.

The parent's bedroom gave off a more mature feeling. There was no lights. Just a light snoring. He carefully opened the door, and crept inside. The mother and father were sleeping on the bed, embracing each other blissfully unaware of his presence. His heart began to race as he approached the mother's side, before stopping just at the edge of the bed. He sat there for a bit, leaning on the bed and listening to her softly breathing in her sleep.

It was strangely calming in a way. To listen to this woman sleeping. He liked to think his mother was like this at some point in his life. A person that would make you feel safe just by being close to you. Or pat you on the head, saying she was proud of you. He never met his mother. So he could only guess and pretend. Pretend that she was singing him lullabies and holding him tight. Pretend she was worrying where he was going to at night. It was nice to pretend. It made him feel good.

He giggled silently to himself, and pulled out the knife from his pocket. It was a kitchen knife he had bought from one of those door to door salesmen. He made a really good pitch about it being able to cut through meat like nobodies business. And well? It did. There was a pained moan as the knife sank into the woman's armpit straight into her heart. She shuddered for a moment, and then relaxed as her heart was split in two. He had learned in history class this was how medieval knights used to dispatch their fallen foes. Painless it said. Easy it said.

He went over to her limp body, and sank his hands past her undergarments and into her breasts, gripping it firmly in his hands. It was a soft marshmallow feeling. He then placed his other hand over her mouth to keep her from spitting out the blood, and turned her body slightly using her breasts to face away from her husband so blood wouldn't spill over him.

Having finished the deed, he went over to the husbands side and finished him off the same way. Funnily enough the man actually started to spasm after the knife hit his heart. Like a zombie coming back from the dead. He smiled at the absurdity of it all and stabbed the husbands neck a few times to make sure he really was dead. He then lightly flipped the dead man off the bed before snuggling next to his dead wife covered in blood.

She was still warm and her breasts felt as though they were made of cotton candy even as he pulled up her shirt up and began sucking on them. He liked to twirl her nipple in his mouth, savoring the taste of it as he bit and squeezed it dry. He kept sucking on it before moving up to her chest and kissing her affectionately on her lips, taking in her motionless tongue and twisting it in his mouth.

Sucking her dry. Sucking the life out of her. He moved his fingers over her eyelids and pried them wide open so he could look at her expressionless face. Her vacant eyes staring at him as she was a doll. He fiddled around in her panties, prodding her clit, and sinking his fingers in her vagina. Yet, no matter what he did. She would return that same empty look. It was fun. It was hilarious. It was a game. He would touch every crevice, explore her in ways no one else could. His hands grew bolder, caressing, feeling, digging. She never changed, even as his fingers sank deeper into her flesh, becoming wet with her insides.

She looked at him as if he was a speck of dirt. An ant crawling on her thigh. Those empty eyes saw straight through him. He didn't exist. He was invisible. He was a nobody. He laughed softly to himself at the perfection of it all. Of the art he had created. His loins flared up as he brushed his dick up her leg gradually sinking into the sweet flesh tempting him inside. Perfect. It was so perfect. He could feel every quiver of her body as his dick plunged deeper and deeper. Her eyes began to roll back. Her hips rising up with the rhythm of his thrusts.

He tucked her arms around him like a blanket, curling her legs around his back in a lover's embrace. She was his, and he was hers. Her tongue falling out of her gaping mouth. He squeezed her breasts, clinging to them as if she was a raging bull. Thrust! And her arms would flail wildly. Thrust! And her legs would fall apart. A broken doll, a flesh doll. He clung to her tightly touching the deepest parts of her body. He was inside. Inside her mind. Inside her soul.

She couldn't resist him. She had to love him. He could feel her giving way. The contours of her flesh changing with each penetration. Welcoming it. Devouring it. He shuddered, pushing so deep that her legs came up over his shoulders. And then it all drained away. It was like a river passing into the sea. Seconds that seemed like hours as he lay atop her motionless body, quivering as sperm rushed into the very bowels of her being. He felt her uterus convulsing around his dick as a response, and juice spewed from her vagina. She came. She came even though she was dead.

He laughed, clutching her shaking legs. Even corpses can have orgasms. He breathed in deeply, and lay exhausted on her breasts. He bit on her tit playfully sucking on it, a bit bored. He kept his dick inside her, marinating in the sauces in her body. If she had been alive that stuff inside her might have actually become a baby. It was a funny feeling, churning life inside of a dead woman. If he stirred his dick fast enough would she still get pregnant? He giggled to himself, and caressed her hair, remembering all they had gone through to become one.

It was like this all the time. The ritual. The bonding. It was what made life worth living. He kissed the woman on the lips, and then blissfully lay on top of her. The only problem with his little hobby was that doing it with the same corpse became rather boring after a while.

Call it lover's remorse or the honeymoon phase. It was all the same to him. Bodies were like toys. It was only a matter of time before you needed a new one. He sighed and began mindlessly pounding her while thinking of his next idea. Her legs throbbing with each push of his hips. He twitched as he ejaculated inside her for the third time.

If she was smaller he could carry her around in his backpack, but she was too big. He could cutting her to pieces, but vaginas weren't really fun to play by themselves.

Another one night stand. How boring.

He slapped her butt. Her legs twitched beneath his weight. She had come again without him even noticing it. He pushed inside her one last time, kissing her affectionately, before releasing another load.

Her chest heaved mightily as everything went into her womb, filling her up.

"It was nice meeting you," he whispered into the dead woman's ear. He grunted pulling out, making sure that nothing spilled on the way out, closing her clit with his fingers, and placing her panties back over her privates. He playfully slapped the woman's boob, seeing her all dressed up, and zipped up his pants.

Now what about that little girl?

He sneaked out of the parents bedroom, and down the hallway. The immaculate bunny rabbit door which was once off limits now looked more inviting, tantalizing like a fruit that was about to ripen. He held his hands together giddy with excitement, and prodded the door open as quietly as he could. She was in there sleeping, not knowing her dad is dead and that he had just raped her dead mother. A grin turned to a smile. His hands reaching for her bedside, a creeping shadow in the dark. A blanket full of dancing ponies, and rainbow colored land.

He carefully stretched out his hands like a swath of ominous clouds, measuring her in every way. The lock in her hair, the soft whispers of her breath, the serene look that everything would be the same when she woke up. He smiles again. A new fresh body. A new wonderful game.

He barely contains the laughter in his voice as his hands gradually press down on her chest, groping her undeveloped breasts. Her face showing the slightest discomfort. An imaginary monster. She must be thinking. A nightmare. She must be feeling. He chuckles to himself, watching as her emotions materialize on her face. Is it nice and lovely? Is it wonderful and sweet? He moves his face two inches away for hers, seeing her slowly wake up as he molests her again and again. It isn't a dream. He is real.

It takes her two seconds to realize a stranger was in her room. She tries to scream, but it's too late. He grins maniacally as he kisses her before she can let out a word, smothering her with his body as she tries frantically to escape her bed. She tries again, turning her head away to scream, but he simply plows her face into the pillow muffling it entirely. Children were so easy. So simple. Scream all you want. It doesn't matter.

She struggles herself loose from the pillow, but that only makes him press on her throat with one hand, blocking her airway completely. She is losing it now. He can see it in her face. Please don't hurt me. Please stop hurting me. Her thrashing becomes more violent, but still he doesn't let up. He looks warily as his other hand rips apart her pajamas, and touches her panties. Ah, it is as good as he thought they'd feel. He sinks his fingers into her one at a time despite her tossing. But then her vaginal muscles start closing up, not wanting him to go inside.

She doesn't accept me. No. She doesn't love me.

He stares curiously at the girl, tightening his grip around her neck. Accept me. Love me. He wants to say but it only makes her fight that much harder. He pulls out his penis and begins ramming it into her vagina. It doesn't go in. It's locked up tight. He grins, finding it funny. He pulls back farther this time and rams it in harder. Her little body spasms violently, and he goes in a few centimeters deeper. He can feel her muscles contracting painful beneath his weight, but still she doesn't give up.

He pulls back even farther this time. A terrified face stares up back at him. She shakes her head not wanting it to happen. He smiles, slamming into her even harder. The child's bed creaks as her legs flail wildly at his side. Her arms start losing strength and her eyes roll into her head. Halfway in. He looks at his dick curiously, seeing if he can push it in deeper. She isn't moving that much now. He grabs her hip and tries to pull himself inside, but her muscles were still locked tight, bobbing her long hair up and down with every attempt.

Her legs wrap around his back, before he can try for a third attempt. Her body is trembling now. Her hands shaking, begging him to stop as she regains consciousness. He brushes her hair aside, staring at her beautiful face. She almost looks happy now. Relieved even as he loosens his grip on her throat. That is until he lifts himself up off the bed with her body in tow. He smiled, never leaving his eyes off her horrified face as he slammed both their bodies into the bed.

Her back grotesquely contorts at the impact and her legs tightened up around his back squeezing him tighter than humanly possible. He can feel her shaking beneath him, gurgling white foam from her mouth. He laughs quietly, kissing her face. He could feel it now. The deepest reaches of her body. They had finally become one. Together forever. He stroked her hips, pushing into her secrets, sharing in her life. She didn't have to be afraid anymore. He would always be here to protect her. To save her. He smiled, as his body trembled, ejaculating into her tiny womb.

He lay on top of her satisfied, stroking her hair. His hips still continuing to move, plunging in and out of her unresponsive body. As he whispered sweet things into the girl's ears he heard a strange banging noise from the floor below followed by a yell.

"Keep it down up there! Some of us are trying to sleep!"

He grins to himself holding the limp girl in his hands, feeling her tiny flesh wrapped around his dick. They don't even know what I did. That I am here. He giggles, lying motionless with his prize, her hips pumping rhythmically with her own. She is a doll, and I am the puppet master. He relieved himself inside her and then carried her up to her small desk by her bed.

Interestingly enough. She is small enough for him to carry around unlike her mother. He could make her his pet? Maybe, a cat? He manually bounced her body up and down his lap, moving it around to stimulate his dick inside her cervix. Her body was still spasming uncontrollably like a large vibrator. Her hair dangling precariously every time his dick struck her womb. It felt good. Painfully good. It was a pity he had came so many times inside her dead mother, otherwise his dick would still be shooting sperm. As it was he simply painfully ejaculated empty blanks. Still, it was always funny to see the girl spasming with every thrust of his penis.

He looked interestingly to some of the pictures the girl had drawn on her desk and picked up a crayon using her lifeless hand, and began drawing.

"This one is an elephant. And this one is a zebra," he whispered to her softly, bouncing her up and down his lap. He grunted again, pressing her body against the table, trembling as he ejaculated another blank into her still form.

"I think that's enough learning for tonight," he giggled, carrying her up with him. He took her up through the living room, and got a rope from his bag tying her ankles and her arms around his shoulder like a backpack so that his dick could be inside her all the time. She was now his human sex doll. Genius. Absolutely, genius. He lightly jogged, feeling her petite body banging on his dick with every step. One jump. One penetration. It was getting to the point where his dick felt more natural inside her body than outside.

He sat at the table, and poured himself some cereal. He had to admit all this sex had gotten him hungry. He maneuvered himself around his sex doll, allowing himself one thrust every two bites. Stroking her gently, he felt her unconsciously shaking as he ejaculated another blank into her body. Ah, he could never get rid of this lovely feeling. He grinned, putting on a jacket to hide her naked body, and slowly crawled out back through the window. Time to return home with his prize.




[Anon] High School Shooting [2016]

Avery Knudson fidgeted in his classroom going over the scene in his head. He was going to shoot them, every last one of them. The cheerleaders who bullied him, the jocks who beat him up, the emo kids for laughing at him, and the nerds for because they were assholes.

Everyone was going to die, and they were going to know that Avery fucking killed every last one of them. He pulled out a gun right as the bell rang. The rest of the students had started to sit down.

His teacher was the first to notice. She had a wide doe-eyed look as she saw the gun in his hand. She was carrying a stack of their tests that she had graded last night to pass to each of them in the morning.

“Avery! What are yo-”

*bang*

He shot Mrs. Clayton right in the forehead. Dead. She fell to the ground, dropping all the papers to the ground.

“Holy shit! He’s got a gun!”

*bang* *bang*

He shot Phillip in the head and then in the chest. The kid dropped to the ground, with a bloody cavity in his body. The rest of the class went into a panic, running straight for the door.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

More shots into a crowd. Melanie Summers a cute girl with a white daisy dress was hit in the side of her head, blowing her brains out into the wall. Jeffery Coleman made it halfway out before getting shot in the stomach and head. Lori Rodriguez was hit in her back and fell down before even making it to the door.

She looked at Avery pleadingly, shaking her head as he walked over to her.

*Bang*

She was dead now. Twenty-three assholes left to go.

Thirteen of his classmates made it out the door before he could stop them, leaving ten of the slower ones hiding behind their desks.

“Yo, Avery! Stop! Man, this is crazy.”

“Quit hiding, Oliver.”

Avery looked over the desk trying to get a good shot.

“Just die already.”

“I don’t wanna die, man. Just don’t kill me. Don’t k-”

*bang*

Oliver’s head peeled back as a new bullet hole made its way to his brain.

“Kyaah!”

Tricia Henderson fainted on the spot.

*bang*

Now, she was dead on the spot. Her legs twitched as she began to pee on the ground.

Avery turned around.

*bang*

He shot Nathaniel Perry in the back of his head as he tried to sneak behind him. His white polo-shirt now ran red with his blood.

*bang* *bang*

William Aldridge and David Jackson were both hiding under the teacher’s desk. Their bodies slumped into the foot of the table.

Joshua Michie, Christine Taylor, and Clifton Regan tried to hide in the supply closet. He shot up the closet seven times, and opened it to make sure they were dead. They all were slumped inside, like a human tetris, leaning up against one another. He took a moment to reach inside Christine’s dress and fondle her boobs.

He had always thought she was the cutest girl in the class. She had these nice looking button up dresses with the frilly sleeves and long skirts. It was too bad she had to hang out with asshole Darren Young and Paul Hart. Maybe, then she wouldn’t have had to die.

Two more left in the classroom.

“W-Wait! Avery! N-No! Don’t kill me. I can have sex with you! I can suck you off! Don’t! Please! No!”

Avery turned over a desk and there was Tanisha Grey huddled down in a corner covering her face.

“Please! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to...please…”

“You got twenty seconds,” said Avery, feeling the hard-on on his dick. Fuck. If he was going to die after this he might as well have sex. “If you don’t make me cum in twenty seconds. I shoot you. Start now.”

Tanisha quickly scrambled to his pants and took in his dick in her mouth. She sucked him off as if her life depended on it. Her tongue licked his dick and worked its way to his ballsack.

He leaned back into a chair and sat down as the girl got up and pulled off her skirt. She wasn’t even wet. He could see a hint of pain on her face as his dick went straight raw into her vagina. He pointed the gun right at her head.

“Fifteen seconds.”

She embraced him. Pushing his dick as deep into her. Grinding her hips against him as quickly as possible.

“Ah...Ahh..Ah...”

There were tears on her eyes as he started to countdown.

“Eleven. Ten. Nine…”

“N-No. Please don’t shoot. Please don’t shoot.”

“Six. Five. Four.”

She kissed him. Her legs hugging him tightly, willing him to release his sperm.

“Zero.”

*bang*

He shot her. Her head knocked back at an odd angle, leaving her vagina twitching sporadically in shock. He tingled, feeling more pleasure than he had ever felt in his life.

“What the...oh..ah..”

The naked teenager was still sputtering in her death throes as her legs tightened around his waist. Her breasts beating against his chest as her brain lay spattered on the ground.

God. She was still breathing. His hand moved up her bra, revealing her nubile breasts. He squeezed it, gently hugging her, feeling the last vestiges of life draining away from her body.

*ba-dum* *ba-dum*

He was coming inside of her now. His penis spewing out hot cum inside of her womb. Her vaginal muscles twitching, accepting every drop.

*ba-dum…* *badum…*

Her heartbeat was slowing down now. He held her close, burying his face in her chest, sucking on her tit.

*ba...dum…*

And then it was gone. He came inside of her as it slowed to into nothingness. Feeling her withering away in his hands. Her arms slacking down, lifeless to her side. Her legs relaxing over his hips.

Her waist shook as his dick tingled inside her vagina. She was finally dead. Ah...it felt so good.

He let her drop to the ground after squeezing the last bit of sperm he had into her unresponsive body.

“Fuck,” said Avery, “If I knew it felt that good. I’d have sex sooner. Shit.”

He looked to the last girl in the classroom. Mitsuki Kukichi. She was hiding behind the last desk near the window, looking absolutely mortified.

“Come over here. Or I’ll shoot you.”

“No.”

“I’m going to shoot you.”

“You...are going to shoot me anyway.”

“Hmm,” paused Avery, walking towards her half-naked “Yeah, you’re right.”

*bang*

He shot her in the leg, causing her to scream.

“AHHHH...Ah….ah...a….ah...”

“It would help if you start begging for your life.”

“Fuck...you…”

He shot her in the shoulder.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH.”

“Hurts doesn’t it?”

“ah...aah…”

“Have sex with me.”

“Eat..shit...Knudson…”

“Wrong answer.”

Avery punched her in the face and began to beat the shit out of her, leaving her bruised and bloodied on the ground. He looked up at the clock in the middle of the classroom. Five minutes had just passed. He had to find the rest of those assholes before the cops arrived.

He dragged Mitsuki up to a rolling desk and put her face down with her butt towards him. She was wearing a pair of jeans so it was harder for him to take it off. He unzipped her zipper and pulled it down to her ankles.

“They...are going to shoot you….fucking Knudson….cops..are gonna…uhh!?”

He stuck his dick into her before she could finish, pulling her panties off to one side.

“What were you gonna say Mitsuki? I couldn’t hear you.”

He pounded her from behind, watching her long hair thrust forward with the motions of his dick.

“Yo...assh-”

She couldn’t even finish a sentence as he fucked her. He rolled her out, fucking her as he carted the rolling desk into the hallway.

He heard the shooting bell ring through the intercom as he made his way to nearest classroom.

“Attention. Jefferson High. There is a shooter on campus. Remain calm and inside your classrooms. I repeat. This is not a drill. Lock your doors and remain in your classrooms until the all safe signal is given.”

“Well, damn it,” said Avery, fucking Mistuki. She lay in front of him as he pressed his dick back into her vagina. He watched almost gleefully as her legs were writhing underneath him, almost revolted by his touch.

She hated him. Oh, she hated him. And now he was fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

“Avery! Come in. There is a shooter-”

*bang*

He shot Mr. Hamilton. His history teacher. The idiot actually opened the door. He pushed the cart into the history classroom, watching everyone scream as he walked in with a gun. That’s right. He was the master now, bitches.

“He..lp…”

Mitsuki tried to reach for everyone in the room who had ran to one corner of the classroom. Her hips still firmly planted in Avery’s dick.

“Shut up!”

He plunged his dick deeper into her body causing her to cough blood.

“I! Am! The! Master!” said Avery, fucking her with every word. Her hips moved in response, causing her body to lurch forward.

“Uahh~ahh~”

He swept his hand into her blouse and grabbed her small a-cup breasts, cupping her firmly onto his penis. He pointed the gun at her head, as he slowly pounded her while watching the rest of the class.

“Now...uh~ah~” said Avery, cumming inside of Mitsuki, again. “Where...uh~are the rest of those assholes in my classes.”