You hum as you meander down the hall. You lived your life without harming a single person only to murder four teenage girls in the span of a few minutes. You also fucked a thirteen-year-old. You’re not only a murderer now, but also a pedophile; hebephilia, to be more accurate. Any other time or place and you’d be going to prison for life, but here you can just leave and go about your life. There’s probably about eighty or so girls still waiting for you, depending on how much luck the other guys are having,
You’re leaving an empty classroom, the sixth you’ve searched, as three girls are turning onto your hallway. A busty Latina in lingerie is the first to turn the corner. She stops and turns as you aim your rifle.
“Don’t come this-”
Her face explodes as bullets tear through the back of her head. Two blondes run around the corner next, screaming as they stare at the Latina’s corpse twitching in a pool of blood and piss. The first, thirteen and topless, is silenced as blood erupts from her tits amidst a barrage of lead. Piss soaks through her booty shorts as she writhes on the floor spewing blood. The other, sixteen in a sports bra and workout shorts, stumbles back as a bullet goes through her foot. The gun clicks as you try to put a bullet in her head.
“Gimme a second.” You reload your gun and follow the blonde as she crawls away whimpering.
You take aim as she hits a wall. The crotch of her shorts is damp. Is she just aroused or did she actually piss herself? You laugh. Perhaps it’s both. You press the barrel against her stomach and slide downward, stretching her shorts. You start rubbing the gun against her slit until she moans.
You pull it out; sticky strings drip from the barrel as you move the gun to her lips. She opens her mouth and you insert the gun. She licks and sucks her juices from the barrel. Her hand slides under her shorts and she starts rubbing herself as she closes her eyes.
She probably hopes you’ll give her a goodbye fuck. You want to give her one, but you can’t stop and fuck every single girl, even with the sex stimulants they gave you. You wouldn’t have time to get a good kill count.
“I’ll give you until I count to sixty to orgasm. Then I’m going to blow your brains out, whether you’re ready or not.”
You start counting. The lump in her shorts bounces as she thrusts her fingers into her hole. She lifts her bra and squeezes her tits as she masturbates. She hastens her thrusts every ten seconds until her hand is smacking against her labia. When you get to fifty she slides her other hand into her shorts and strokes her vulva. Her tits swell with every breath.
“Fifty-nine,” she howls and arches her back, “sixty.”
BANG! Her final orgasm is ruined as chunks of brain explode through the back of her head. Her head slumps to the side as piss soaks through her shorts.
You turn to leave when your boot bumps the Latina. The other girls have their tits out, so why not? You grab her.
“Ugh!” Pieces of brain tissue, along with part of her eyeball, drops out of her ruined face as you turn her over on her back. You rip her bra open, her brown melons plop out. “Oooh, but these still look nice.” You suck on her brown areoles and walk away.