OK I lied. Let's try one more with better formatting.

A knife for Daddy
=(Snuff, Cons, Loli, Inc, Submissive, cunnilingus, gut)=

Sandy had a very special present for her Daddy - her life! It was his birthday and as was tradition he was allowed to chose anything he wanted. He had chosen her life - but she had to choose how he killed her. So today, on his birthday, the only present for Daddy was a small knife.

"It's for you to use on me!" The shy 11 year old girl suggested to her Daddy as she knelt in front of him. "I want to show you how much I love you, and dying in pain will do that."

"What a wonderful present!" He said. "You sure know my tastes!"

She blushed, and looked down, thrilled with the praise.

"Come here," He said, patting his knee.

She gracefully arose and walked forward to her father, then before she could settle onto his knee, he pulled her pants down in one swift motion, and using his knee spread her legs. Her cunt was inches from his face, so close his breath visibly rippled across the dusting of newly sprouted hair across her mons. So close he could smell the faint sour tang of the sweat from her recently removed panties, and see the faint indentations in her stomach from their elastic.

He leaned forward sticking out his tongue, and run it lightly along her slit. She angled her head forward and kissed the top of his head, thrusting her pussy toward his mouth. He buried his face into her little cunt and she shuddered, her legs shaking as his tongue explored her virgin depths, returning again and again to her tiny clit.
She was almost at orgasm when, becoming bored, he fumbled with his hand for the knife.

Seeing this she helped guide him to it. His hand closed on the knife and the thrill of knowing what was about to happen shot through her like electricity, forcing her muscles rigid and somehow both bringing her to the ragged cusp of a desperate orgasm and simultaneously making her terribly desperately clear headed.
"Wait, Daddy, Wait! I haven't cum yet" She said, suddenly frightened and unready.

He gently but firmly pushes her back by the throat, and she reaches down to her clit, hoping to give herself release at least.
A swift swipe with his knife and she holds her bleeding hand; he can't tell if he got the whole finger or just part of it, but she got the lesson - no orgasm for her every again.

She starts to sob now, death suddenly far too real."I'm sorry," she says, "wait, wait, please don't kill me Daddy. I will be good, I will do anything you want." She looks at him with tears in her eyes and even now cant help but hump against him, still chasing that orgasm she was denied even while begging for her life.
He chuckles, "Oh Sandy honey, you are being good." He brushed the hair from her eyes and kissed her forehead. Then, pulling his arm back he aligned the knife with her gut and looked into her eyes.

She couldn't help grabbing his arm, but her weak little stick arms were no match for boys her age, and her Daddy was not an 11 year old boy. He thrust the knife forward as if she had offered no resistance and the knife sunk into her belly with a sock pop. She was silent for a second, shock on her eyes, and he smiled at her before zipping the knife through her gut, opening her and severing countless blood vessels in the process.

All her good intent and conditioning vanished as the pain hit, and she no longer cared about orgasm. She shrieked and wailed, desperately trying the hold the gaping wound closed, as blood pored over her pussy and down her legs.

Her father pulled the knife out of her ruined gut, annoyed with the sound, and sunk it into her the side of her head with a follow thunk.

She slumped suddenly to the floor, her eyes unfocused but still trying to follow her fathers face. She no longer could move her head or body, but out of the corner of her eye she could see her limbs twitching and she felt really far away. Piss puddled under her and she could hear her guts slithering down her belly to join the puddle on the floor as she slumped forward. Daddy stepped forward, pumping his cock as he watched her die and so using the last of her control and energy and despite her new overwhelming desire to die and escape the pain, she felt she had to say something.

He was pretty sure she was trying to "I love you Daddy" and "Happy Birthday", but half way through "Birthday" he started to cum, so he pulled the knife out of her head and buried it in her throat. Her last words were "I love you Daddy, Happy birglarghhhhhhkkkk….."
She quickly was dead - his cum dripped down off her nose, and down onto the bloody mess on the floor.
He stretched, and admiring the ruins of Sandy, pulled up his pants.
Not too bad, a top 10 birthday, he had to say. He wondered how her sister was going to top it next year!