“Did you like marching band practice” the adorable little eleven-year-old asked in her adorable red marching leader’s outfit. Her cute pink hair up behind her in a high ponytail, the red cap adorning her head like cherry on top of a delicious parfait. Looking down at her, her preteen breasts just barely poked the front of the uniform outwards underneath the red fabric, gold trim, and shiny buttons. All condensed down to a pleated short skirt, just ripe for lifting and exposing her cute red panties.

“I loved it.” a man said smiling and gently reaching down to cuff the side of her cheek, “you were the image of a general commanding her troops. Thanks for staying after everyone left.” he continued and reached over to a bag he was carrying.

“What’s in there?” she asked, her large curious blue eyes tracing over to the brown duffle bag.

“A general isn’t complete with her weapon,” he said and brought out a rifle, complete with bayonet. The girl gave a slightly worried expression and stepped back, but he held out a consoling hand. “Relax, it isn’t loaded or anything.” he said, showing her the chamber.

“I don’t bring ammo around or anything, these are all for reenactments. Even the bayonet is dull so I can’t cut anything,” he lied.

The girl stepped closer and swooned at being able to touch the gun. He even let her hold it, letting her feel the weight of the wood, and metal. She grinned cutely and barked out some of her marching commands while holding the gun at her side.

After a few minutes the man chuckled and slowly took the rifle away.
“Though giving you the rifle is only part of the reason I’m here.” he said kneeling down to her. The girl suddenly turned a gentle shade of red and nodded and leaned into kiss him.

“I missed you.” she said gentle opening the front of her uniform. Underneath, because her young breasts were small enough, she wore no bra - the petite C size breasts popped out. The man slowly leaned in and kissed her nipples, eliciting a gentle giggle from the girl.

His hand slowly wrapped around her waist, down, and up her skirt to stroke her preteen butt cheek, and gently stroke her fragile slit. She shuddered as his middle finger slowly caressed her panties and she immediately dropped them and kicked them to the side.

“Please, I’ve been waiting for so long. Take my first time.” she pleaded with her large blue eyes. The man smiled and nodded but also gave a sigh in his head. Unfortunately that’s not why he was here. He was here to teach her father a lesson. That his employer was not to be betrayed.

“Face the wall and put your hands against it, I’m going to take you from behind - this will give you leverage to brace with.” he said. The girl obediently bent to the wall, her adorable adolescent butt poking up, her virgin sleek pussy coming into view.
The man gently moved forward and kissed her slit, and slowly moved his tongue up it. The girl squealed spreading her legs and clenched her fists against the wall, her little breasts bouncing gently forwards as her back arched.

He licked again paying special attention to insert his tongue into her small vaginal canal, tasting her, savoring her. Her little vagina was so small, petite, and fresh - he would be the first, only, and last man to experience it.

“Please put it in me!” she whispered.

“Okay.” the man said and in a very practiced and purposeful movement, pulled the rifle from the side and slid the sharp bayonet into the girl’s love canal, the swift movement left no time for the girl to even react as the blade easily sliced through her hymen and pierced her womb.

Her body arched, she flew up to the balls of her feet, tears flew from her eyes, and from her lips came an ear splitting scream as her perforated vagina let loose of a torrent of blood to the floor. Her bladder instantly released and a stream of urine quickly mixed into juices flowing onto the floor.

With the discipline of a butcher the man supported the girl by the stomach, and fucked the eleven-year-old with the rifle, the blade pistoning and out of her desecrated vagina. With each motion more blood and piss spilled out of her until she turned pale, her voice weakened and she crumpled to the floor.

The man unzipped his pants, turned to the side, and a stream of semen on to the floor. He didn’t want to dirty the body, he wanted the cops to find her in pristine condition except that her womanhood had been violated to the point of her death. He pulled out a small note and left it on her, not caring about fingerprints, or DNA samples. He wasn’t in any database, or watch list, he was a ghost assassin - the most brutal of them all - the Kunt Killer.

“You’re beautiful” the man said to the little girl who was still barely conscious on the floor. Her young tears still pouring from her eyes, her soft little voice trying to squeak out cries for help. She just helplessly laid there in a growing pool of her own blood streaming from her private little girl parts. He kissed her on the cheek and left the girl to expire.

--End--

BONUS: Picture enhanced story
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