Home Defense

It was in the early hours of the morning when Robert heard a door slamming downstairs. He had a long history of what was called Exploding Head Syndrome—where a person hears a sudden loud noise as they’re trying to fall asleep—and dismissed it as such. Robert did stay up pretty late that evening, and it didn’t surprise him one bit. He simply turned over and tried to go back to sleep.

As he closed his eyes and tried to doze off, he was once again stirred from his sleep by the high-pitched laughter of a young girl. He sat up in his bed and threw off the covers, before grabbing the shotgun underneath his bed.

Another giggle reached his ears as he opened his bedroom door and quietly crept down the hall towards the stairs.

“Shut up, stupid!” Another girl said, trying and failing to be quiet herself, just before the giggling became a muffled by what he assumed was a hand.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and immediately noticed the light from the kitchen. Immediately to the left of the kitchen entrance was a large cabinet with mirrors, through which he could see the reflection of three girls hanging around in front of his refrigerator, one putting things on it.

They were all around twelve-years-old, if he had to guess, and all clad in outfits that seemed more appropriate for strippers than children. The one putting things on his fridge, a girl of Asian descent with long black hair, was only wearing a sports bra, and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks. To her right, with dirty blonde hair to her ears, so short that Robert would’ve mistaken her for a boy were it were not for the feminine curve of her hips, wore a sports bra marching that of her friend, and a skirt so short, he could see her bubbly ass. The girl to the left, long, platinum blonde hair, was only slightly more moderately dressed; a pink dress that, while stopping just below her ass cheeks, at least covered her torso.

Robert approached the kitchen quietly, watching the girls through the mirrors. He looked around the corner; the girl in the dress was the first to notice him. She immediately dropped the large stack of papers she was holding—each one of which contained pornographic images, which he realized they were taping to his walls and furniture—and tried to run out of the kitchen. She didn’t make it far when Robert leveled the gun with her face and pulled the trigger. Her head above her jaw disintegrated in an explosion of blood, pulverized skull fragments, and mushed brain tissue, and she collapsed to the floor. Robert watched with fascination as the dead girl’s legs spasmed, kicking up her dress and giving him the full view of her panties as they turned yellow with her piss.

The two remaining girls erupted into a chorus of frantic screams. The Asian girl rushed over to her friend’s corpse, while the one in the skirt grabbed her head and collapsed to her knees.

“Samantha! Saman—”

The Asian’s screams were muffled as Robert shoved the barrels into her mouth. Pushing her with the gun, causing her to gag, he forced her back against the wall.

He held her there for a few moments, watching as the preteen girl realized that she was going to die. The perky buds poking out beneath her bra rose and fell rapidly, tears rolled down her cheeks, and her muffled, incoherent, speech, begged for mercy. She started to piss herself, and he gave the girl a few moments to feel urine soak her shorts, before it ran down her smooth, caramel-tone, legs, then he pulled the trigger. The back of her head exploded, filling the newly-formed hole in his wall with a bloody brain slushy. She slid down the wall, leaving a streak of crimson, and sat there, twitching in a growing puddle of her own blood and urine.

Robert approached the short-handed girl, who was still on her knees, shaking and sobbing as he approached.

“Say goodbye to the world,” he growled and stopped a few feet in front of her.

The girl started gagging, then started vomiting on his floor.

“Ugh! That’s disgusting.”

“Please don’t kill me! I don’t wanna die. I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Will you? Lift up your skirt and show me what you got.”

The girl did not hesitate to raise her skirt. Robert wasn’t the least bit surprised that she wasn’t wearing any panties as he examined her puffy pussy. He shoved his underwear down to his ankles and kicked them off, then stood there with his erect dick hanging out.

“Go lean over the sink.”

The girl followed his order without hesitation, and bent over the sink with her ass sticking out as far as she possibly could. Whether she was eager to be fucked, or just trying to do what she needed to survive, he couldn’t determine; not that he cared. He just killed two half-naked little girls and he was horny.

His erection out front, Robert approached the girl and raised her skirt. She spread her legs, presenting her cock-hungry cunt to his stuff hog. She grunted when he stuffed it in, and let out a sharp yelp as he broke her hymen.

Robert knelt over the pretty little home invader, his hands resting on her bare shoulders, and he fucked her hard. Each thrust tore her tight virgin hole as his dick pushed deeper. She breath and moaned in a rhythm, punctuated with the occasional grunt. Robert approached climax, then tried to hold it as long as possible; he was a child killer, but he always prided himself on being able to please his ladies before he finished. It didn’t take long, and he felt her pussy contract around his cock as she screamed in ecstasy. As she orgasmed, he finally let loose, and spilled his seed in her preteen pussy. He filled her hole until a faucet of sticky cum drizzled onto the floor.

The girl collapsed against the sink, breathing hard as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. Robert stood there, his dick still in her pussy, as he caught his breath. He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a large knife. Robert put his hand on her forehead and pulled her head back, placing the knife against her throat.

“Wait! I thought you would let… ack!”

He pulled the knife across her throat, and carved out a big gash. Blood sprayed into the sink as if from a busted pipe. The girl spasmed and flailed on the end of his cock, inadvertently stimulating his cock. It didn’t take Robert long to climax again, and he shot another load into the dying girl’s pussy; this time, without a single thrust of his own.

He hoped for a second free orgasm, but the girl’s movements grew weaker as her consciousness faded. Still horny, he started fucking her again, pounding her pussy as she expired. He felt a warm liquid flowing down his legs, but ignored it. He finally came a third time, and overflowed her dead pussy with another injection of his seed.

A few more minutes later, Robert pulled out, and watched her tiny body slide to the floor.

After drinking nearly a gallon of coffee, Robert sat to work cleaning up the gore fest he made in his kitchen, trying to come up with a good lie if the cops showed up to ask about the gun shots. He got luckily, as they never showed up to ask him anything. He kept a few souvenirs; panties from the one they called Samantha, while he kept the Asian’s shorts, and the other blonde’s skirt. He placed them in a lockbox in the attic.

The bodies of the girls ended up in a large wooden chest until the next evening. Robert eventually took it out to a nearby lake, filled it full of dirt and rocks for weight, locked several chains around it, and dropped it in the water. By the time it was discovered, Robert had already died of old age.