Incestuous Children Executed

1.
The executioner sighed as she entered the chamber. Three children, a boy and girl, twins just weeks shy of their thirteenth birthday, and a younger girl who was probably seven or eight, awaited her in their underwear, flanked by six armed guards. The twins, she once knew personally.

Michelle once lived next door to the Whitefields, and even watched Samuel and Laura on several occasions; Elle, the youngest, was born after she moved. The news that they killed their mother, and almost killed their father, after being caught fucking was shocking enough, but she never imagined that their lives would end at her hands. Yet here they stood in her execution chamber waiting for her to send them to their graves. They stood, gazing upon her with eyes of hate and dread; although she knew they couldn’t recognize her under the cloak and mask, but her heart still broke to know that this would be the last expression she ever saw on their faces.

“Come with me,” she told them and led the children to a thick metal door. Michelle entered a typed a sequence of numbers into the keypad and the door opened. “Enter.”

Laura entered first followed by Samuel. Elle looked at Michelle for a brief moment, pouty lips and tear-filled eyes. One of the guards nudged her with his gun and she followed her older siblings, as the door closed behind her.

Six screens flashed on, showing the interior of the chamber from multiple angles. The same feed from those cameras was streamed to a screen in the waiting room, and the Internet. Michelle accessed a terminal nearby and set up the device that would kill them.

2.
Elle immediately dropped to the ground and bawled, thrashing her arms and legs as hard as she could. “I don’t want to die! Please let me live!” She screamed repeatedly.

“What a crybaby,” Samuel said aloud, as Laura rolled her eyes.

“This is your fault for being nasty,” Elle screamed at them. Laura chuckled.

Laura’s hand reached out and grabbed Samuel’s crotch, squeezing his cock through his underpants until she felt it swell up and stiffen.

“They are legally bound to give us five minutes to say prayers and make peace” she kissed him on the lips and winked, “so let prey.” . He grabbed her, hands snaked beneath her panties and planted firmly on her ass cheeks, and locked his lips with hers.

“You two are gross! Stop! You’re not supposed to do this!” Elle screamed.

“Shut up,” Samuel told her, “besides, it’s not like they can do anything worse than what they already have planned.” Samuel kissed his twin sister again as his younger sister buried her face into her palms.

Laura unfastened her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor, and proudly thrust her round buds into her brother’s face. Samuel pushed his underwear down and kicked them at Elle. His erection sprang forward, and Laura happily wrapped her hand around it. She kneeled and wrapped her lips around the head, sloppily suckling the knob as she stroked his shaft. He groaned, quickly building up. As he grew closer to climaxing, she took the entire shaft down her throat, until he was about to cum. Then she pulled away.

“Aww!” He groaned.

“Oh, don’t worry. I got something better for you to cum in,” Laura said as she pushed her panties to her ankles. “Remember how before I said I didn’t want you to get me pregnant? Well, now that doesn’t matter. Lay back.” She kicked her panties, landing them on Elle’s head, who briefly looked up with a grimace on her tear-soaked face.

Samuel laid on his back, stiff cock pointed at the ceiling, as he awaited his sister and lover. Laura crawled on the floor and sat on his erect member, taking it into her moist prepubescent pussy, and caused both of them to grunt sharply. He thrust his pelvis forward as she bounced her ass back forth, smacking each other as his dick pounded her cervix.

The sliding of a panel in the ceiling, followed by loud buzzing, caught their attention. Elle looked up immediately, her eyes widened and mouth gaped, as drones, small narrow bullets attached to rotaries, swarmed into the room by the dozens. She immediately sat up, sobbing harder than before, and scooted back against the nearest wall.

Samuel and Laura ignored the drones and continued fucking. They fucked faster, and within seconds strings of warm, sticky, sperm shot into Laura’s womb. She pounded her pelvis against his relentlessly, milking as much of her brother’s cum as possible. As the buzzing grew closer, she closed her eyes and focused on getting her own last orgasm before everything blacked out.

As her last orgasm began to blossom, Laura was stunned by a sharp pain in her right ass cheek. A loud explosion rattled the room. Laura screamed as an excruciating agony erupted from her ass and washed over her entire body, and blood poured down her legs. She quickly realized that her entire right ass was gone, blasted into red pieces of flesh that flew across the floor. Laura immediately tried to run, but a second bullet drone stuck her lower left leg and exploded. She fell to the floor and rolled onto her back next to Samuel, screaming and clutching her leg.

Samuel looked up with an “O” on his face. Before he could stand, four of the drones attached themselves to his legs, two for each one, and multiple explosions tore them apart. His screams joined Laura’s. Their eyes widened further as several approached their crotches. Rather than pierce them, the bullets exploded several centimeters away, spraying their genitals with hot shrapnel.

Elle watched, completely paralyzed, as her older siblings were blasted apart a little bit at a time by what she could only describe as robotic wasps. She anticipated the moment one would turn towards her with utmost dread, but for now the horrid things seemed content with the twins.

Few of the bullet drones actually pierced flesh; instead, exploding some distance away to embed their bodies with small bits of shrapnel and prolong their suffering. Blood pooled around Samuel and Laura as they thrashed in it like dying fish in a shallow puddle. Another drone, larger than the others, dropped in after fifteen minutes, and pink mist sprayed from several nozzles, coating the twins. Whatever the substance was, Laura and Samuel seemed to thrash more vigorously, and their screams became more piercing. It flew back through the panel as several more bullet drones exploded in front of their faces; to them, the world went dark forever as their eyes were pierced with small chunks of contorted metal. The last four embedded themselves into their nipples, and exploded; Laura’s newly-developed bust disappeared into red craters, and the blast shattered bones and ruptured their lungs. Their screams became gurgled, as blood bubbled up. Their chests heaved erratically, and each attempt to breath brought a burning agony that enveloped their chests. They slowed, and eventually stopped moving. Piss poured from what remained of their genitals, adding a distinct yellow to the blood between their legs.

In silence, Elle looked on as her brother and sister expired. A sense of relief washed over as there were no drones left; they decided to spare her after all, she thought. Her hope was short-lived, as another bullet drone buzzed through the panel. Her only respite, as Elle was reluctant to go along with her siblings, was not sentenced to an agonizing death.

A scream pierced the silence, as the small autonomous bullet raced across the room towards the frightened child. As a deer in headlights, she waited until it was less than eight centimeters from her to move. Elle made a run for it, but the drone stuck itself to her forehead. Blood, skull fragments, and brain tissue sprayed the floor as a fiery explosion blasted a hole in her forehead. Elle tumbled to the floor, twitching for several seconds. The crotch of her underwear turned yellow, as her body stiffened forever.

3.
Michelle, a stoic expression on her face, watched as the Whitefields perished, until Elle fell to the floor and pissed herself. She methodically confirmed each death in the computer, deactivated the drone execution system, and called in the clean up crew to remove the corpses and clean the mess.

She left work for the day, and called in sick for three days.