This story written as the response to https://www.gurochan.cx/rp/res/2322.html#3873

[m/f, rape; hanging, neck breaking, shooting, strangling; loli, necrophilia; non-con]

Adjusting my position and stretching my arms and back as much as the car will let me, I sweep over the rather fancy house with binoculars once more, finding all but one room just as dark as they were for the last two hours. The coast is as clear as it can be, when am I finally gonna get the go-ahead?

After like another 20 minutes my intercom crackles to life, giving only three words before falling silent again. “All clear. Go.” Finally. I start my car and park it two streets away before returning without any obvious haste, heading for the main gate to the property. The cameras were disabled earlier today, but the key – courtesy of an insider – works just fine and I enter undisturbed. Not even a single watchdog, they were really putting a lot of trust in their tech and huge gate; their loss, but if it makes my job easier I'm not gonna complain.

I silently and swiftly approach the house, even if I doubt anyone is gonna notice me. From the open window to what's probably the master bedroom I can hear several girl's voices and laughing; from the looks of it my target has a whole group of friends over, some eight girls all in all, too bad for them none is gonna survive the night. I'm really only after one girl, but whoever hired my company was completely fine with collateral damages, so as long as the pay is right, it's little issue if I kill one girl or eight.

I open the front door and silently enter, readying my silenced pistol just in case one of them is going for the bathroom or something right now, then make my way up the huge marble stairs, another smaller stair, and through a hallway, to reach the door to the bedroom. Right about now both Amanda's parents and her older sister are about to suffer various 'accidents'; I don't know nor care why someone wants the entire family dead, but I can appreciate the pay that comes with such a huge job. Especially since I clearly got the easy task – well-deserved after saving the utter shitshow that was out last job –, if anything I got the opportunity to have some fun with a few of the girls.

I double-check my pistol before opening the door and entering, swiftly locking it behind me with the master key before turning to look over the room. As I saw before there's eight girls, including my target, all of them around 11 years, and all in their nightwear, spread over a huge bed and a bunch of distinctly sweets- or confectionery-themed pillows, by now looking at me in surprise or confusion.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” A dark-haired girl wearing yellow pyjamas complete with a matching nightcap steps in front of me with what she probably thinks is an authoritative expression. “This is private property, you-”

I cut her off by raising my pistol and pulling the trigger, placing a bullet right between her eyes and with hardly a sound the girl falls over backwards, dead in an instant, a puddle of blood slowly growing under her head. It takes a few seconds of dead silence for the other girls to realise what just happened before they variously start screaming or crying, backing away from me to the far side of the room.

I slowly scan the room again, deliberating on the next target, when from the corner of my eye I see an orange-haired girl make a dash for the open window. My reflexive shots miss her completely and she manages to vault onto the windowsill and, despite us being on the second floor, jump, landing with a small cry and a thud half a second later.

Rushing to the window, I find the she didn't quite stick the landing, and judging from her limp sprained her ankle or something, making her a pathetically easy target to line up as she tries to escape by slowly limping away in a straight line. I land two shots right in her knee, the second one actually enough to sever her lower leg completely as she faceplants the grass, her sobbing audible from up here as even now she tries to drag herself away with her hands.

That resolve is remarkable, but she's definitely gonna bleed out well before she gets anywhere. I'm half tempted to just leave her and see how far she gets, but with her crying she might attract unnecessary attention, so after letting her crawl for a few seconds longer I aim again, putting a bullet into the back of her head and she immediately falls silent and stops moving.

I turn around just in time to see a redhead girl in a pink nightgown with a hood with cat ears on it fumbling with her smartphone, probably trying to call the police. We got people standing watch in the area, so it's not like the cops could ever be here fast enough to stop me from shooting all the girls or without me knowing. But I would like to take my time here, so I shoot at her hand twice, completely ruining the phone and blasting off her right index and middle finger, and while she's still incredulously staring at her mutilated hand, just empty the rest of my magazine into her chest.

Her screams abruptly cutting off, the girl sinks to the ground next to the bed, a trickle of blood running from her mouth as she clutches her chest, only serving to partially tear away her nightgown, the shredded and blood-soaked fabric revealing her, for her age, decently-sized budding breasts with small pink areolae. A huge pool of blood quickly growing under her, it only takes the girl a few more seconds of struggles before her movements weaken and she goes still.

By now the remaining girls are cowering in various corners, my target besides another brunette girl in one, and a girl in a yellow camisole protectively placing herself in front of her dark-haired friend in another. The last one, another brunette with a frilly pink camisole and glasses is futilely trying to open the locked door, shrieking in fear as I grab her and pull her into the middle of the room. “P-please d-don't kill me!”

“Hm...” I leisurely reload my gun before pointing it at her and she shies away. “Would you rather I shot one of your friends instead?” I level my gun at the girl trying to protect the other.

“No, not her!” The girl with the glasses screams and I return my attention to her.

“Then who?” After a few seconds of tense silence I continue. “I am going to shoot one of you, you just get to choose. Who's it gonna be? You or your friend?”

“...Take Amber instead!” She blurts out after a few more moments, pointing at the girl with the long brown hair and blue nightgown right beside my actual target, and before Amber even has time to realise, I shoot her into the stomach four times and she falls over, clutching her stomach, sobbing and coughing up blood, but not nearly about to die as fast as the one before her.

While Amber is still writhing on the ground in pain and the girl with the glasses is just standing there in shock, I walk over to Amanda, roughly grabbing her wrist and tying it to the radiator next to her with a cable tie. “You better watch.” I tell her. “All of this is your parents' fault, and now they're not even here to save you.” As she starts crying again and weakly tugging at the tie, I turn back to the girl in the other corner, who gets up and tries to block me from reaching her friend as I approach her.

“What's your name?”

After a brief confused pause she answers. “M-my name is Jane. ...Why are you doing this?”

“Not your problem. However what is your problem is that dear Amber seems to be in quite a bit of pain.” As if to underline my point, just then Amber cries out again before cutting herself off with another coughing fit. “Because your friend”

“...Katie.”

“Because Katie chose you over her. Don't you at least want me to end Amber's suffering?”

“P-please.” Looks like she at least realises there's no way out.

“Of course. I just need you to do something for me.”

“...Huh?”

“Do you know what a blowjob is?”

Jane looks at me with a confused expression. “My brother talked about it once, but Mum said I'm too young to know what it means.”

“Then you get to learn now. Strip.” I command and Jane hesitantly complies, revealing almost flat budding breasts and a completely smooth pussy before covering both with her hands with a blush, as I open my trousers to pull out my dick, quickly getting hard. I grab Jane's shoulder and force her onto her knees in front of me. “You're going to suck and lick my dick, but be careful with your teeth, or I'll break them.”

Jane fearfully nods, then slowly opens her mouth to take in the tip, licking it before making a face. “It tastes salty.” Given that Jane has absolutely no idea what she's doing, she's doing an okay job, properly licking and sucking my dick while doing her best to take it far in, and, encouraged by my reaction, slowly picking up speed. I'm not particularly trying to hold back, so it only takes me a few minutes until I'm ready to cum, and just as I'm about to, I grab Jane's hair, forcing my dick deep into her throat, shooting several loads into her mouth as she chokes on it, until I finally let go and she quickly pulls away, coughing and splattering my cum all over her chin and breasts before looking at me. “W-what was that about?”

“It means you did a good job. So Amber gets to die quickly.” I step over to the wounded girl who is still – barely – hanging on, weakly shuddering and whimpering, but hardly seems to notice me as I point the gun right at her head and fire, twice just to be sure, cutting short her sobs as she instantly goes limp.

Amanda still can't do anything to get away, and Katie has sunk to her knees, sobbing into her hands, so she's not gonna be a problem either. I back to Jane and her friend, the former trying to wipe my cum off her chest, but mostly making more of a mess, while the latter shrieks and tries to back away some more as I approach them, pushing past Jane to grab her and starting to sob as I press the pistol against her chest.

“You really seemed to want to protect her. I wonder, how far will you go?”

“Don't touch her!” Even now Jane almost looks like she's about to jump me, but she's also smart enough to know that she has no chance. “Take me instead!”

“Oh, you're both going to die. But one will die quickly, the other slowly and painfully. You get to choose.”

“N-no, let her go! Brittany hasn't done anything to you!”

“Kill me slowly.” Brittany suddenly says in a low voice, looking straight at me and making Jane cry out.

“No! Don't! Please, let me-”

“Sorry, Jane.” Brittany manages to say as I let go of her, pulling Jane closer and into a chokehold instead, before placing the second hand on top of her head and sharply twisting, easily breaking her neck with an audible crack, and she instantly goes limp, a small puddle of urine forming between her legs as I drop her slightly twitching body onto the ground, turning back to Brittany.

“How heroic. But don't think this is gonna save you or something.” Brittany tries to remain defiant, but her fear quickly starts to show as I pull down the bottom of her pyjamas, her eyes filling with tears again as I push aside her panties and force the barrel of the gun into her pussy, then pull the trigger several times, producing a massive spurt of blood as she starts sobbing and screaming in pain.

Pulling out of her and wiping the gun as clean as I can on her shirt, Brittany continues struggling and shrieking, only to suddenly fall silent after only a handful more seconds, her expression blank as she goes into shock far faster than I'd hoped. But regardless, she's going to die within minutes, so I turn to Katie.

The girl has hardly changed her position in the meantime, dragging her onto the bed and just tearing open her camisole to free her very slightly larger breasts and equally smooth pussy. Only when I kneel onto the bed in front of her and push her thighs apart she finally shows a reaction, trying to back away, but I easily hold her in place. “N-no, please! Don't!”

“You should try to relax. Who knows, you might even enjoy it.” Though I doubt it. I pull Katie closer and she starts crying as I push my dick against her labia, briefly pausing to spread some spit on it as improvised lubrication, then push deep into her in one swift motion. As I break her virginity, Katie lets out a small scream, then starts whimpering as I begin slowly thrusting back and forth.

Her pussy is seriously tight, and wet enough to not offer too much resistance, and judging from her flushed face and rapid breaths Katie is actually getting into it too. Too bad she's not gonna get to enjoy it, as I pull out a length of wire from a pocket, looping it around her neck before she even has time to react, then pulling it tight. Katie immediately starts gasping for breath and trying to pull the wire away, but no avail, her face quickly turning red and tears streaming down her cheeks.

As I continue strangling and fucking her, Katie rather quickly seems to lose her strength, soon only weakly shuddering and twitching, but her convulsions making her pussy even tighter around my dick, and before long I'm about to cum again. Just as I climax I pull the wire even tighter, and Katie lets out one final series of desperate gasps and futile struggles as I shoot my load into her, but by the time I'm done and winding down, she's completely motionless, her vacant eyes looking past the ceiling.

I pull out of Katie's limp body, wiping off my dick on the covers before turning to Amanda who by this point is clutching her knees in front of her chest, weakly sobbing, her eyes red and bloodshot. When I approach her, she looks up with fear in her eyes backing away from me as far as she can, her wrist that was tied to the radiator red and sore from her ineffectual tries to break free. “W-why are you d-doing this? What did we ever do to you?”

“Nothing.” I see no reason to lie to her, it's not gonna make a difference anyways. “But we're being paid good money for your whole family to die tonight. The other girls just had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Taking a longer piece of wire, I pull up the chair from the nearby desk and climb on it to tie the wire to the rather sturdy-looking ceiling fan, and fashion the other side into a noose, then pull out a knife to cut Amanda's wrist free, only to force her onto the chair and place the noose around her neck before she even realises what's going on.

Not even giving her any chance to plead for mercy one final time, I pull the chair away and Amanda falls into the noose, stopping with a gasp after just a handful centimetres. The fixture of the fan creaks a little as she starts struggling, but it seems to hold, so I leisurely sit on the chair to enjoy the show.

Amanda is frantically gasping for air, her legs wildly kicking and her hands clawing at the wire to no effect other than her fingernails leaving red marks on her neck, the intensity of her struggles only serving for the thin wire to dig into her skin even deeper, eventually drawing a trickle of blood running down her neck and collarbone. Amanda's struggles and agony are just fucking hot, and I start absent-mindedly rubbing my dick as I'm hard again already, now I'm kind of wishing I'd done the same to her as to Katie.

But the show Amanda puts up makes up for it, as her suffering lasts far longer than Katie's, her thrashing and flailing only slowly weakening, her chest desperately heaving for breath that won't come, her face starting to shift to purple as her suffering lasts for several more minutes. Finally slowly but surely she starts to run out of strength, her movements reduced to weak twitches and almost inaudible gasps, and before too long her eyes roll back with one final sigh, and shortly after a wet spot of urine forms in the front of her pyjamas, dripping to the floor.

Letting her body hang for a couple more minutes, I take Amanda down, taking off her pyjama shirt and bottoms, wiping her pussy and thighs dry before tossing the clothes to the side, then place her onto the bed next to Katie's limp form. No reason not to enjoy her body too.

Squeezing what little breasts she has, I lift Amanda's upper body to inspect the bloody marks on her neck and her face frozen in a grimace of pain and fear up close, before deeply kissing her, even though she's completely unresponsive her tongue and lips are nice and soft and she tastes a little sweet. Making sure to lube up both my dick and her pussy with my spit, I push into her, once more breaking past her virginity easily and finding her just as tight and hot as Katie, if not even tighter.

Caressing Amanda's breasts and face as I keep thrusting into her lifeless body, it doesn't take long until I'm about to cum yet again, but this time I pull out in time, jerking off the last few moments instead to cum all over her chest instead, decorating her neck with a nice white pearl necklace to go with the scratch marks and the deep red line the noose left in her skin.

Drying off my dick on Amanda's hair and putting on my trousers again, I start taking a bunch of photos both as proof for out client and to share with my co-workers, then radio for the cleanup crew.