CONTRACT SNUFF PORN

Shooting, Headshot, Child(12), Forced Masturbation(g), Masturbation(M), Urination, Defecation.

When Roel first became a hired gun, snuffing out cops, rival gangsters, and cheating wives sounded like it would be a lot of fun. There was the thrill, that rush of adrenaline, as he ended the life of a target, and made his way from the scene of the crime; not to mention, spending the next few days expecting the police to show, and hoping that your client wouldn’t try to screw him over, or have him knocked off as well. Yet, just like an afternoon riding roller coasters, his career was spending a lot of time waiting around, only for a brief moment of excitement. The pay was great, though; plus it still beat the slow monotony of sitting in an office all day looking at a screen, or stacking boxes in some warehouse. After years of doing it, and dozens of jobs, even killing can begin to lose its’ thrill.

Along came Roel’s latest job, and another milestone in his career, long after he was sure that he carried out every unsavory act that he was willing to do. Yet, he stood in front a young girl, Beverly Hoffman, just a month shy of celebrating her thirteenth birthday, floating around on a inflatable swan raft, in the pool behind her family’s country home; her eyes were closed, as she slept in, with a peaceful smile on her face, and completely oblivious to her impending death. Beverly was pretty, too; Roel was always confident that he was not attracted to girls her age, but as she laid in her raft, only a thin red thong covering her smooth prepubescent pussy, and her developing breasts, topped with puffy nipples pointed at the sky, wet and glistened in the setting Sun, his ideas of what was too young for him seriously came into doubts. Though he killed a few cuties during his career, this one, perhaps because of her innocent age, seemed different. He hoped this wouldn’t complicate his assignment.

If this job even remotely resembled his typical assignments, he would put two bullets in her forehead and leave. Her parents would come home to find her still floating, a stream of crimson flowing alongside her bright, orange, curls into the water. While he held his gun, a 9mm semi-automatic, in his other was an expensive 4k camcorder; a camera he needed to pay an instructor to learn how to use properly. Her father, chief of police in Dallas, busted up a major child porn operation, and arrested dozens of producers and thousands of their customers. Some of the higher ups wanted to punish him, and didn’t feel that simply killing him, or his daughter for that matter, would suffice. They wanted more than just a quick snuff.

With a few adjustments, the camera was set to record video, and snap five still every three seconds. He sat it on a chair facing Beverly, taking in her half-naked preteen beauty as she enjoyed her last moments of true happiness. Aiming his gun carefully, he fired off two shots. The crack of thunder echoed through the empty fields, as two bullets pelted the water, sending up a fine mist. Beverly’s eyes opened, first slowly, as she took in her surroundings, and then they shot open into a fearful bulge in their sockets when they gazed upon the strange man pointing a gun at her.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” Roel drawled.

She sat up, scooting back against the head of the swan, hands covering her breasts. Her chest contracted, her mouth opened.

“Don’t scream, or you will regret it.” He pointed the gun at her belly, index finger tight on the trigger. She watched him, contemplating her options, for several seconds before closing her mouth.

“What do you want? You’re a fucking pervert!”

“That the kind of of language you want to use for your last words? Because this is being recorded.” Roel pointed at the camera, watching her stare at it, slacked jaw, as the realization hit.

“Fucking pervert,” she repeated, in a low whisper this time. Then she looked at him again. “You’re going to kill me?” Her question almost seemed to be a statement, needing no response, as the tears in her eyes spelled out clearly.

“I am, but first I’m going to need you to do something for me. You may or may not like it.”

Beverly sniffled and wiped tears from her eyes. Sobbing, she replied, “if you’re going to kill me either way, why should I do anything you say? I’ll do what you say if you promise to let me live. Please, I don’t want to die.”

Roel shook his head. “Sorry, but you will be dead before I leave this property.”

“Then I won’t do what you say. You’re fucking stupid for not thinking about that, you know?” She buried her face in the fabric of the raft, sobbing. “Please just don’t kill me. I’m just a kid.”

A long sigh escaped his lips as Roel considered his options. His clients would dock three-fourths of his pay, almost six-hundred grand, if he just shot her, but it would be easier, and quicker. Roel was never the one to take the easy approach, being the kind of man who enjoys a challenge; plus, he just needed to see this for himself.

“If you don’t do what I want, you’ll die now. If you cooperate, you get to live until I’m done with you.” Roel pointed the gun at the center of her torso. “Your choice. I’ll give you until the count of ten. One, two, three, four…”

“Okay!”

“Say it again.”

“I-I’ll do what you want. But I beg you to think about letting me live, please. I’m too young to die.” She turned around, rubbing her eyes, sniffling. “What do you want?”

“Are you old enough to know what masturbating is?”

Her teary eyes shifted focus to the camera, then back to Roel. “Yes. Jacking off, right?”

Roel nodded. “Though, for girls it’s usually not called that.”

“Well, I call it that,” she shrugged.

“Do you know how to? Have you done it before? Or will I have to give you instructions?” Roel licked his lips, unsure which answer would be more enticing.

“Well…,” Beverly glanced nervously at the camera again, “I havebeendoingitfortwoyears,” she said quickly, saliva falling from her mouth.

“Huh?”

The girl took a deep breath and, with a sharp hint of sass in her tone, “I have been doing it since I was ten.” She looked to the side, cheeks flushed with red.

“Good, because that’s what you’re going to do for me. But first, I’d like you to pose for the camera.”

Roel grabbed the camera, placing the gun in its’ holster, and disabled the auto snap feature.

“Stand up, facing me. Smile. I know it won’t be genuine, so fake it.”

Beverly got up, falling the first two times as the raft rocked to the side, responding to the shift in weight.

“Get out of the boat and onto the pavement.”

She did as he said; fell into the water, then swam to the edge and climbed out, soaked. Roel backed up, making sure she was out of arm’s reach of his gun, while keeping the camera trained on her.

Beverly stood there, arms to the side, and a wide grin on her face. Roel snapped, burst mode, taking ten pictures instantly. He pressed it two more times.

“Now, thrust your pelvis out just a little.”

Beverly did, and Roel focused the lens on her crotch, as the thin outline of her slit bore through the wet thin fabric covering it.

“Turn around, and bend over slightly.”

Roel’s camera took in her creamy white ass, with only a thin band running through her cheeks. Roel licked his lips, and felt the urge to suck dry the streamlets of pool water flowing down her ass.

“Smack your ass with your left hand, and leave it.”

With a loud crack, her ass cheek jiggled as her hand connected with it.

This girl could be a model, Roel thought to himself. Probably could’ve been if I hadn’t shown up in her life. That, or a porn star.

“Now remove your thong.”

Beverly hesitated for a brief second, her eyes narrowing and her fake grin faded, then pulled them down. With a kick, they flew towards Roel, landing on his foot.

“Spread ’em. Your ass cheeks.”

Beverly sighed, and dug her fingers into her crack, spreading her cushions as Roel took good footage and images of her small asshole.

“Good! Nice! Now I want you to turn around and sit, legs open.”

Finally, his camera focused on the child’s bare pussy, smooth and untouched, as Beverly displayed the fleshy morsel with reluctance. With another order, she spread her labia, as Roel took in her tasty pink hole.

“Now, I want you to masturbate until you cum.”

“Can you please reconsider killing me afterwards. Please!”

“Just start masturbating, or I’ll kill you now.” Then, after further hesitation, “Do you like dicks?”

Beverly nodded.

“Then I’ll give you some live porn to help you get going.”

Roel unzipped his pants, and pulled his erect, throbbing, cock from his underwear. He reached down, picking Beverly’s thong off his shoe, and wrapped the soaked fabric around the tip of his penis as he stroked the shaft.

“Now, get going or I’ll go ahead and shoot you.”

After another deep breath, Beverly started rubbing her clit. Then she inserted her middle finger into her that, making a wet sloshing noise as she thrust in and out. Her mind zoned out, and Roel hoped she was imagining his cock inside her, as he was. She did occasionally look up at his dick, fingering herself harder as she watched him jerk off into the thong that touched her pussy mere minutes ago. Beverly reminded herself to prolong herself as much as possible, knowing what awaited if she had an orgasm; as her mind delved deeper into fantasy, the present situation seemed less important.

Even with Beverly holding back, the race to orgasm first was close. With a loud grunt, and long, breathy, sigh, Roel jizzed first, spraying his warm, sticky, seed into her panties, and onto the pavement. This was too much for Beverly, and, seconds later, a long moan escaped her lips as she came. Concealing her orgasm was impossible, as arcs of her juices sprayed everywhere. Her pussy pulsated, twitching, as she ejaculated for the last time.

“That was great, but nothing last a forever.”

Roel drew his gun, as Beverly’s eyes swelled up with tears.

“Please change your mind. I don’t wanna die! Please sir! Please! Please!”

Her chest heaved and contracted rapidly, Beverly began hyperventilating, as Roel aimed the gun at her forehead. A shot rang out; blood sprayed from a newly-formed hole in her head, as her body fell back. A rancid smell filled Roel’s nostrils, as she shit and pissed on the ground, her bodily functions relaxed, her life gone from her cooling remains.

As per his own policy, however, Roel aimed again and fired six shots into her chest, before holstering the gun.

He leaned over with the camera, taking shots of her corpse from multiple angles. Then he turned her on her stomach, getting a few final shots of her ass, before shutting down the camera. He cleaned the sperm he sprayed on the pavement, using bleach he found in their kitchen, and stuffed her panties into his pocket.

While Beverly’s corpse slowly cooled in the night breeze, Roel found his way into her room and to her laptop. He uploaded the video and images to her Facebook and Instagram accounts, tagging everyone. He even found a anime-focused message board that she was active on, and posted the images there; anyone she listed as a friend or talked to via private messages got their own personal copy.

After getting back at his hotel, Roel uploaded copies of the footage to two flash drives; one for his client, and one for himself. Then he turned on the TV, and fell asleep while watching reporters break the news of his latest kill to the nation.