AN: Ugh. Not too happy with how this turned out, but I figure at this point I should just push it out into the world and be done with it.

To those of you in the comments asking for breeding stuff, I might do that in a later story. I didn't see the request in time to incorporate it into this one. The closest you get in this one is a pregnant victim and abortion-by-cock. (Skip the last snuff if you want to avoid that.)

Enjoy the follow-up to Melanie's bus chapter.

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Brigitte’s home economics textbook was much less interesting than she had hoped it would be. Brigitte – tall, willowy, and brunette – was turning 14 at the end of the month. She was by far the most womanly out of the four Gardner sisters, with her developed, milky tits, her height, and her bulging belly that already had two broken hearts tattooed on it, commemorating previous late-term cockbortions. Her nose was spangled with freckles, and she had a crop top on that labeled her as the rimmer for the local middle school’s Oral Overload team.

It was a class largely focused on snuff and cannibalism. The proper preparation of girlmeat, the proper management of daughters in the home – it was important stuff, and theoretically quite hot. Certainly, thinking about doing any of the things described in the textbook to the baby growing in her own belly made her at least a bit slick around the pussy. But this book was so dry, so clinical, that it was hard to get into it. Even the illustrations, rather than being posed in the porn-like way she’d gotten used to with other school subjects, were flat and emotionless. The one decent image she’d found so far was of the inside of a slaughterhouse, with rows of headless and limbless torsos hanging on meat hooks in a cooler.

Her sister Katie was beside her on the couch, her blonde hair up in pigtails. Her presence wasn’t helping with Brigitte’s focus. She was upside-down on the couch, legs up in the air and splayed open to reveal her hairless little girl holes. She was watching her cartoons, and – with a rape or snuff scene twice or three times per episode – it was hard for Brigitte to ignore it in favor of the much less titillating content of her studies.

The doorbell rang. Brigitte set aside her book and began to get up, but her heavily pregnant belly slowed her down. She was just about ready to pop, and with that big of a baby bump on her thin 13-year-old frame, she was clumsy and ponderous nowadays. Katie, meanwhile, was a bundle of energy as always. “I’ll get it!” She thrashed around, almost falling off the couch, and hit the pause button on a frame of the adventurous young heroine’s crying face as a slimy purple tentacle pulled her arms behind her back.

Katie did indeed get there first and opened the door, slightly out of breath, naked other than a nipple-hugging bikini top and a pink butt plug. Her surviving sisters – Brigitte, as well as the two younger girls – came around the corner just after her and stopped in the foyer. They were barely more clothed than Katie was. It was rare for girls to wear much around the house in the Gardner family.

“Good afternoon,” said the policeman outside the door. He was in uniform – a windbreaker and hat, with a gun, handcuffs, and a spiked dildo hanging from his belt – but the uniform wasn’t what was most notable about him. Brigitte actually recognized him. It was her Uncle Cole! She rarely saw him, even though he was officially her owner. He had so many girls in his legal ‘household’ that he’d been happy to leave their mother to her own devices. Now, though, he was here, and Brigitte felt a little flutter in her belly. He was a big man, well-muscled under his suit. His smile was kind, but Brigitte had seen him casually torture enough girls at family reunions to know that it was a thin facade.

He smiled down at his little cluster of nieces, focusing on the little blonde in the front. “Katie, right? It’s been years… you’ve grown nicely. Are you girls the only ones home?”

Katie was frozen in the doorway, so Brigitte stepped forward to take over the conversation. “Yes, Officer Cole,” she said demurely. “Our mom is at work. What do you need? Can we do something for you?”

“Oh, probably. But we’ll get to that later.” He smiled, and her own face responded instinctively despite her nerves. “Brigitte, right? I remember you. I’m here both in my role as your family member, and as a police officer, to inform you that your mother is dead. She was snuffed today on the bus home.”

“Oh.” Brigitte was a little stunned by the sudden change in her position. She was the eldest surviving resident of this house… she supposed that meant she was in charge.

…Well, no. Uncle Cole was in charge. But of the members of their little sub-family, it would be Brigitte. For how much longer that would last, they would have to see.

She stepped back and gestured deeper into the house. “Why don’t you come in, and we’ll talk about what happens next? Ellie and Wendy can polish your shaft with their tongues while we talk.”

Officer Cole entered obligingly, taking off his coat and hanging it beside the door, and then stripping off his pants as well. This freed a truly gut-busting cock, which flopped like a sleeping sea monster between his legs. A glance at his nieces, though, made it stir, starting to rise and harden.

He moved into the living room, noting Katie’s childish program with a charmed smile, and sat himself down on the couch. The two youngest girls – Ellie and Wendy – sat down on either side of him, while Katie skipped in and settled herself between his knees to suck his balls. As Brigitte watched them, she considered life without her mother. Her mom had been almost 25 anyway. She’d always known it was just a matter of time. This, though, was very sudden, and she wasn’t sure what to do now.

“Did she have a good snuff?” Brigitte asked by way of small talk.

“From what I hear, yes. She confessed her place as a worthless cunt, got fucked hard in the ass, and then pissed herself as she hung. The other women on the bus say it was pretty hot to watch.”

“Well, that’s good. Lick his slit, Ellie. That’s it…” The youngest girl licked at her uncle’s engorged, massive cockhead while her sisters worked the shaft and the sack.

“Now, you’re probably wondering where this leaves you," Cole said, relaxing under their ministrations. "The best option would be to send you to live with a relative or a caretaker. But my house is pretty full at the moment, and none of the other family members have the space or the interest, so… do you know of any responsible grown-ups who could look after you instead? Preferably a man, so that you can all be properly owned and trained?”

Brigitte shook her head. She looked to Katie, who shrugged.

“No, I don’t think so,” Brigitte said.

Katie’s mouth popped off of Cole’s balls to add “We all have different dads, and most of us were conceived at gangbangs or during random fucks on the street, so we don’t even know who they are.”

“I see. And no female friends of the family either?”

“All snuffed. All the ones I can think of, anyway,” Brigitte said with a twist of her lip.

“There’s Aunt Lily!” Katie put in again. Cole rested a hand on the back of her head and pressed her back into his balls to stop her from interrupting.

“Well, yes, there is Aunt Lily,” Brigitte admitted. “But she’s 26. She’ll be going to the slaughterhouse on her birthday in, like, three weeks, and then we’ll be right back here figuring out where to go next.”

“I see. Well, the second option I would usually offer would be the orphanage system. However, they’re full at the moment. If it was just one of you, I could maybe find a way to squeeze you in, but with four, there’s no way. Same for foster care.”

“So snuff, then?” Brigitte inferred.

“You’re getting ahead of me. In the absence of–”

There was another pop, this time of Wendy separating her lips from her uncle’s shaft. “Are we gonna get snuffed like mama!?” she asked excitedly. He slapped her across her developing tits, making her squeal with laughter and pain in equal measure.

“If you’ll let me finish!” he said, and forced her to join her younger sister in working on his cockhead. He let out a little gush of urine, making the two of them focus on gulping it down and slurping at his slit. “Ahem. Yes, the long and short of it is that if we can’t find you an appropriate home, the four of you will have to be tortured and snuffed. We can’t have unowned girls running around, and you certainly can’t stay here. Now that your mother is dead, this house belongs to her employer, as does everything in it – and I assure you, they have no interest in keeping any of you.”

Brigitte squirmed uncomfortably. She knew she was going to get snuffed eventually, but to have it be so immediate… it She glanced down at Katie. “Can you think of any other options? ‘Cause I’m at a loss,” she said. Katie, dutifully polishing his nutsack, just shrugged. She reached down and started pumping her little pink plug in and out of her prepubescent asshole. She was quite clearly getting aroused by the whole situation, and given all the snuff porn the little blonde watched, Brigitte doubted she would have provided another option even if she came up with one.

Brigitte sighed resignedly and turned her attention back to Cole. “Fair enough. Okay, sir, I suppose we’ll go with the snuff.”

“Very good! I can snuff you all here, or take you down to the station and do it in a proper torture room. Or just send you to the slaughterhouse, I suppose, but that’s boring. Brigitte? As the head of the household, I’ll let you decide.”

“Here, I think.” She looked around the familiar living room, with its stack of porn DVDs, its worn-out and stained couches, its pile of toys – both sexual and nonsexual – mixed together in a basket in the corner. It was cozy, and comforting, and for her part, she could think of no better place to get cockborted, tortured, and snuffed. She had been born in this house, in this very room, with her mother squatting right there in the middle of the floor. It only seemed fitting that she die in this house as well.

“Alright then!” He gave Ellie and Wendy a spank and a squeeze, one hand landing on each tiny ass. “Which one of you little ones wants to get raped to death first?”

Neither hand shot up. However, Ellie’s legs rubbed together in a telling fashion. He grabbed the youngest girl around the waist and lifted her up above his now-hard cock – the full length of it almost as long as her entire abdomen. He prodded at her tiny smooth pussy, lining up properly for a womb-crushing fatal fuck.

“No, sir! No, don’t wanna get snuffed!” she squealed, a hand shamelessly rubbing her pussy. She wiggled ineffectually, like one of the disposable side characters in an episode of her favorite cartoon.

“Well, we all have to do things we don’t want to.”

“Even you?”

“Of course not! I love snuffing little girls like you, and that’s, like, three-quarters of my job! The amount of blood this cock has spilled…” He laughed at her horny little shudder and lowered her abruptly onto his dick. Ellie shrieked, rattling the picture frames on the walls, but almost immediately quieted as the massive intruder drove the air from her lungs.

The other three sisters watched with rapt fascination as he ravaged the innards of their youngest sister. She wasn’t even very loud – his first couple of thrusts had knocked the wind out of her, and she was left just staring at him, stunned and agape, shuddering as she felt her body being destroyed from the inside.

“Oh my God, look at that,” Wendy gasped, watching the bulge of Cole’s dick slide up and down through Ellie’s belly. On the next stroke out of her, a gush of blood and gore came with his cock, soaking it and drooling down onto the couch. Ellie whimpered breathlessly, let out a choked sob, and cuddled up against her killer. Thrust after thrust, she waited helplessly for the torture to end and death to mercifully claim her. He kept bouncing her hips up and down on his lethal cock, but the damage was already done. This was all for the sake of his pleasure at this point.

“Mmm. Your sister’s broken uterus feels so nice,” he hummed, not to any of the girls in particular. They all dampened at the words. Katie – still nestled between his legs – darted in and began licking up the gore that was flowing down his shaft and sack. She was openly masturbating to the sight and occasionally leaned up to kiss her dying sister on the anus as well – a move that was as much comforting as it was sexual. Their mother had kissed each sister’s anus goodnight for years now, so the feeling of soft lips on her asshole helped Ellie to relax and slip away.

“Do you have a barbecue?” he asked abruptly after humping himself with the young girl’s dying body for another minute.

“We do,” Brigitte confirmed.

“Go and fire it up,” Cole ordered. “Medium heat.”

“Who’re you gonna roast!?” Katie asked, bouncing excitedly on her knees. She had two fingers curled deep in her pussy, and her other hand had pulled out her plug and was now eagerly rooting around in her tight preteen asshole.

“You and Brigitte can talk about that. Meanwhile, I’ve got one more little one to take care of. Excuse me.”

He dumped Ellie’s body out of his lap, pulled a leash off his belt, and looped it around Wendy’s neck. She looked terrified, and gave a glance to the other two sisters seeking help as she was led away. Brigitte just shrugged. They were all in the same boat, and all of them deserved whatever tortures the police inflicted on them for the crime of being born female. Cole knocked Wendy’s feet out from under her, and the little girl had to crawl up the stairs behind him to the second floor. A moment later, Brigitte could hear bath water running.

“Drowning her?” Katie asked.

“I guess. Let’s go start the barbecue. Do you want to be grilled alive? Or should I?”


Meanwhile, upstairs, Wendy sat nervously on the edge of the tub, fidgeting. Uncle Cole’s cock was still soaked in her sister’s gore, and he was humming a happy, carefree little tune as he prepared to murder another Gardner sister. He had stripped naked now. His body was hardened and muscular from inflicting many casual snuffs and beatings.

He caught her staring, and walked over to present his blood-soaked crotch to her. “What’s the matter? Want to give your sister a last goodbye kiss? Most of her body is downstairs, but there’s enough right here that I think it counts.” He jiggled his dick, letting a piece of what had once been Ellie’s uterus slide bloodily down the skin.

No, Wendy wanted to say, No, I don’t want that. But it would have been a lie. There was a gush in her nether regions that she could practically hear. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and licked a path across his cockhead. The earthy, sour taste of her sister’s flesh overwhelmed her senses, but when she looked at Cole’s cock again, she actually giggled. There was an open path now – a streak of clear skin surrounded by blood and gore. She licked again, and again a new patch of untarnished cock appeared from under the mess.

“Are you gonna break my insides like that, too?” she asked in between increasingly bold licks and slurps. She was getting used to the taste now, and even began to chew some of the chunks.

“Maybe,” he said, his cock twitching at the blunt question from the tiny ten-year-old. “Do you want me to?”

“Maybe,” she said in her turn, squirming on the edge of the tub. Her smooth pussy ground against the porcelain, leaving a slick smear like a snail’s trail.

“Now’s not the time to be shy, babygirl,” he said with a knowing smile. “I’m going to fuck you either way, and I’m going to snuff you either way. You may as well ask for me to do it the way you want.”

She squirmed, thinking about the look of pain and horror on her sister’s face as her insides were torn apart by the murderous cock in front of her. She sucked on it as she thought, tasting those same insides.

“I want,” she said at last, with difficulty, “To be fucked hard, and have my young little womb torn up. And then I want Katie to give me a ‘goodbye kiss’ like I just gave to Ellie. Is that okay, sir?”

“I can do that,” Cole agreed. He leaned forward and shut off the water. “Get into the tub, put your head underwater, and stick your little child ass in the air. I promise you’ll get to feel your womb being torn up before you die, just like your sister.”

It wasn’t much of a promise. If she had the option to get almost any other promise, she would take it. But he was right. She was dying anyway, so she might as well make the most of it. She swung her legs into the tub, knelt down in it, and then pitched forward to put her face under the surface.

Cole was in the tub behind her almost immediately. A big hairy hand landed on the back of her head, forcing her face deeper. She tried to stay calm, but it was hard – especially when she felt that big, gore-slicked cock kissing her tiny pussy lips. They parted for him, then parted further, and further, and further still. She squeaked, sending bubbles to the surface. Her lungs were straining already from the panic and the pressure.

Lubed in equal part by her arousal and her sister’s smeared guts, the cock shoved deep into Wendy until it pressed against her cervix. The force shoved against her diaphragm, forcing more precious bubbles out of her mouth. It was nothing, though, compared to the burbling scream when he speared cleanly through her cervix into her womb. Her hands flailed, only to be caught. She bucked, trying to come up for air, only to be grabbed between the shoulders and shoved back down. She was helpless – just a tiny fucktoy for the cop, to do with as he pleased. She couldn’t tell how much of the liquid running down her thighs was blood and how much was arousal.

He pounded her hard, raping her preteen womb and filling her tiny vagina with her own blood. Her face was pressed against the bottom of the tub. Her lungs burned, empty and convulsing. Finally, she breathed in, sucking in water – only to be pulled up, coughing and spluttering.

“Not yet! You’re not properly raped to death!”

“W-what!? I’m not!? But it hurts so mu-”

She barely caught her breath before she was shoved back underwater. His fucking renewed in its intensity, and she felt one thing after another tear or pop. She was open-mouthed with shock, tasting the blood and the gore that was seeping into the water. She could no longer even control her breathing. She breathed in and out, water and gore flowing into and out of her lungs with no air in sight. At some point, she orgasmed. Good girls, she knew, didn’t cum, but she couldn’t help it. Raped to death in her own home, knowing her sisters would soon taste her guts off this same cock… it was intoxicating, and it made her ruined young cunt quiver and thrum with pleasure.

She was barely aware when he pulled out and came all over her back. She felt the warm spatter on her upturned ass, the gaping emptiness where her womb had once been.

She fully accepted and expected this to be the last thing she would ever experience. But Cole, as it turned out, had one last torture – or possibly one last gift – in mind for her: he pulled her up out of the tub, still drowning, lungs full of water, and, rather than helping her dislodge any of it, he placed his cock against her lips.

“And now you can compare the tastes,” he said. She had just enough presence of mind to stick out her tongue and lap weakly at it. She was pleased to note that her own mulched uterus tasted better than her sister’s. It was a strange victory, but a snuffslut has to take what she can get.


When Cole came back downstairs, cock still covered in gore from his second snuff of the afternoon, the two remaining girls were not in evidence. He made his way through the unfamiliar house, past the kitchen, and through a glass sliding door to the backyard. There he found the surviving sisters, standing buck naked next to a smoking barbecue. He quickly noted that Katie’s smooth skin was shiny with cooking oil. He supposed they’d made their decision. It was appreciated, avoiding burns and blackening, but he wasn’t going to cook her all the way right now. That was the job of meat processors and the cooks. He was just a cop.

“Hello, young ladies,” he said as he reached the bottom of the stairs. “Which of you am I killing first?”

“Me!” Katie’s hand shot up. “That way, it’s in increasing order of age! Ellie, Wendy, me, then Brigitte!”

“Plus Brigitte’s fetus,” he added.

“Well, yeah, but she doesn’t count,” Katie said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Mm. If you say so. Speaking of which…” He went back inside for a moment and returned with a thick marker. He went down to one knee in front of Brigitte and, on her belly, right next to the pair of abortion marks, wrote the word “VEAL” in all caps.

“There you go. Now you look like a proper abortion slut,” he said, giving the belly a couple of fond pats.

“Thank you!” she giggled. “Just what I always wanted!”

“Yeah, she says that sarcastically, but it’s true,” Katie said conspiratorially. “She was so excited when she got pregnant the first time. Not because she wanted a baby! She just wanted to start wracking up those tattoos.”

Brigitte gave her a little swat on the arm for having revealed what she considered an embarrassing secret. Then she looked down dejectedly.

“I only ended up with two, though…” she said, pouting. “Aunt Lily has almost twenty of them if you count both full and broken.”

“Aunt Lily is also more than ten years older than you,” Cole reminded her. “I think you did very well for a girl of your age. If it makes you feel better, though, we can abort this one and draw on a third mark with a marker before we snuff you.”

“That… would make me feel better, actually,” she admitted.

“Alright! It’s settled. We’ll snuff your sister, then terminate this little veal morsel, and then you.” He grinned at Katie. “Ready, Snuff Slut Number 3?”

Katie actually moaned at that, clenching her legs together. He moved to the barbecue to check its temperature, smirking at her reaction.

“What? Do you like that? Being just one more nameless piece of meat?”

She nodded and stepped closer to him. He grabbed her and, in one fluid motion, bent her tiny body over to show off her ass and holes. He rubbed a finger through her folds.

“Well then. Think about this while I snuff you: I’ve killed dozens of dumb, interchangeable, useless little cunts this month. I’ve snuffed hundreds this year. I don’t remember a single one of their names. As soon as we’re done here, I’ll forget all about you. You’ll just be meat, with no impression even left in your killer’s memory.”

She quivered. “Oh, please just fuck me already, sir!” she begged.

“Pff. You’re just meat! Why should I bother? I think I’ll just grill you up.”

“Please, sir. Please use my holes.” Tears were in her eyes at the prospect of becoming meat without a cock in her.

“Are you sure?” he teased, his cock trailing up and down her slick folds. “I could just grill this little pussy. Have you spread your holes on the barbecue and sizzle and singe.”

“I want you to fuck me, sir.”

“Alright. Taste your sister’s broken womb first. It was her last request.”

Katie practically lunged on his gorey cock, slurping and moaning. As she sucked, he gingerly leaned around her and wrote the words “Snuffmeat Number 3” on her left asscheek. She seemed to enjoy the phrase, so as far as he was concerned, that was her name now.

He let her enjoy the taste for a few moments, then roughly picked her up, turned her around, carried her two steps, and dropped her, tits-first, on the grill.

Her shriek would be enough to wake up the neighbourhood if everyone weren’t so used to the sounds of suffering and dying sluts. Her back arched, and her hands flailed, trying to dislodge her from the cooking surface. Cole was right on her, though, and forced her back down onto the hot bars. He breathed in the smell of sizzling girlmeat and sighed in contentment.

“Perfect,” he said. “Spread those holes. I’m coming in.”

“Can’t! Can’t, can’t, can’t!” wailed Number 3.

He picked up a poker from the bed of hot coals and pressed it to her ass, making her wail again.

“Focus! Fucking focus!” he berated. She quieted down to a more contained series of wracking sobs. “Are you a snuffslut, or aren’t you?”

“I am, sir.”

“Are you a snuffslut?!”

“Proud to be, sir.”

“Then act like one! Spread your holes!”

With effort, she reached back to spread her young, tight holes for him. Cole climbed on a block at the end of the barbecue and dragged her towards him, making her sizzle anew.

“Agh! Oh, please, sir!”

“It’s gonna last a while, whore. Get used to it. This is all you’re experiencing for the rest of your life.”

She cried harder at that, but there was a subtle shifting of her body language – a spreading of her legs, a tensing of her fingers on either side of her holes. Her pussy spread wider, and drooled arousal down onto the coals, making hisses and spits of evaporating pussy juice.

Cole went for her ass instead. She gasped, eyes rolling back. “Ow! Sir! My ass! Please-”

“I’m not even going to remember you in a week,” he reminded her.

That shut her up in a hurry. She lay there, sizzling for a moment. Then, sounding embarrassed, said simply “More?”

“More what, slut?”

“T-tell me how little I matter,” she choked out.

Oh. Well, that he could do gladly. He shoved her down harder onto the grill, getting into a rhythm with his thrusts. The heat rippled against his legs and his balls, but he was careful not to touch the machine itself.

“Once I’ve snuffed you, I’m going to send you to the meat packing plant. You’ll be sorted in with other girls your own age,” he told her. “You’re just going to be one of thirty-five thousand little dead twelve-year-olds being processed. The first step will be to decapitate all the bodies, so you won’t even have a face to identify you – just your unidentifiable body. Somebody is going to casually cut meat away from your bones while thinking about their lunch break or how much they need to pee. Nobody will care enough to wonder what your name was.”

She whimpered, pussy dripping even more.

“Piss yourself and rub it in.”

“Aaa! Why?”

“It adds to the flavor. I don’t give a damn what you feel right now. You’re a consumer meat product, and a piss-slathered pussy fries up better.”

She did as she was ordered, biting her lip as she let go of her bladder into her own hand, then wiped it liberally across her own folds. She locked eyes with her last living sister as she did so. Brigitte caught the look – the pleading in it – and joined in.

“I don’t care about you either. The second you hit that grill, you stopped being my sister. You’re just Snuffmeat Number 3, and I’m just Snuffmeat Number 4.”

Number 3 nodded happily. “Sir? If piss makes my cunt taste better, will you please pee in my pussy? Not to have sex with me!” she added hastily. “And not for my pleasure! Just for… seasoning I guess? Oh God this hurts…”

He pulled out of her ass, and stuffed his cock into the entrance of her cunt instead, beginning to fill her up. She cooed at the sensation – being just meat in preparation, even here, while still alive. He kept his cock there for a few moments to let her marinate, then pulled out again and went back to pounding her asshole, drawing out squeaks of agony from her whenever he pushed her down hard into the barbecue.

Slowly, the fight went out of her. For a while she was energetic, humping her ass up towards Cole’s thrusting cock. Then she laid still and just took it, crying and moaning in equal measure. At the tail end, she murmured the words “Snuffmeat Number 3…” over and over again, fading away into nothingness.

“Great,” Cole said at last, pulling out and stepping away. He dusted off his hands with a satisfied grin. “Congratulations, Brigitte. You’re the last surviving member of your family. Or, should I say Snuffmeat Number 4…?”

“Brigitte is fine,” she said with a shake of her head. “That was Katie’s fetish, not mine. But speaking of mine…” She laid a hand on her pregnant belly, just above the lovingly written word VEAL. “…I think there’s one more loose end to tie up before we can truly say I’m the last Gardner girl.”

“Fair enough. Shall we make you a sole survivor?”

“I think we shall!” She stepped in close and slung her arms around his neck. At the same time, she raised one leg invitingly and braced it against his hip. “C’mon big boy. I’ve got a mark to earn.”

He chuckled, and hefted her up with slightly more effort than he had used to manhandle her sisters. Her big belly and taller frame made her almost the weight of an adult. But then again, he had thrown plenty adult women around too, some of them more heavily pregnant than this willowy little thing. He got her up high enough to be above the tip of his deadly cock, and then paused. She reached down to stroke the tip, biting her lip.

“Terminate me, daddy,” she whispered, and laid the tip of his member against her slick pussy. His eyes flickered with pleasure, and he let her drop, allowing her own body weight to plunge his cock up through her vagina and cervix, into her twice-broken womb.

Her mouth went wide in a silent scream, eyes streaming tears, locked on the heavens. Cole rocked his hips back and forth, pummeling her baby room and reducing what was inside it to mulch just as extensively as he had destroyed the uteruses of her little sisters. His cock kept it all clogged and corked up inside for now, but after a couple of minutes of violent rutting, he was essentially fucking a balloon full of gore.

“What to do with this…?” he wondered out loud.

“B-barbecue!” she gasped. “Make me give birth to the goop onto the barbecue!”

“Not going to be very salvagable as meat that way.”

“Don’t care!” She shook her head vehemently. “Please, sir!”

He walked her towards the still-hot bed of coals, his cock pulsing inside her, until her plugged cunt was positioned directly above the cooking surface. She looked down over her shoulder, biting her lip and arching her back in preparation of expelling what remained in her womb.

“Okay, slut. Give birth, then.” He pulled his cock out of her bullied womb, and she immediately pushed, groaning as a tide of gore washed out of her. She visibly deflated with the first push, and was left sweaty and panting.

“Again,” she said. “Again, daddy!”

He turned her around so she had a better view, and then plunged in deep again. His cock scraped the sides of her womb, freeing up dead meat and viscera as she squirmed and screamed in agony. When he pulled out again, she pushed a second time, “giving birth” to the rest of the mess that might have eventually become a baby. She panted, exhausted, leaning back against Cole’s chest.

“Again?” he asked. She shook her head.

“No… no, if this was a… a normal cockbortion, we’d keep going. Root it all out to make sure nothing stays in there and gets infected. But the fun bits are done, and I’m about to get snuffed anyway, so nothing will have time to get infected.”

“Makes sense to me.”

He put her down, and she leaned against the side of the house, catching her breath. She barely noticed Cole moving around the yard and going into the house, until he came back with his marker… and a knife.

“That for… that for me?” she asked, blinking blearily.

“It sure is. Both of them.” He knelt down in front of her again, and stenciled in a third broken heart right next to the other two. It was temporary. But then again, so was she.

“Beautiful.” She swelled with pride. “And the knife?”

Rather than answering, he grabbed her and dragged her away across the yard. She struggled instinctively, knowing that her snuff was coming. Her struggles became more violent when she saw the noose he had strung up while she was recovering from her cockbortion. It was hung over the branch of the old tree in the back yard – the one she had played in as a kid, the one she would now die in.

“Oh God…” she whispered as he placed her under the tree branch. He punched her in the face and then the stomach, stunning her just long enough to get a cord tied around her hands. “Oh God, oh God…”

“Up you go!” Cole said merrily, securing the noose around her neck. Then he pulled, and she was hoisted up off the ground with ease. Her feet kicked uselessly, knocking over a chair. Cole casually moved a second chair away before she could stand on it, and then stood in front of her with his hands on his hips.

“Mighty fine family you had here!” he said with a smile, looking up into her crying blue face. Then he flipped the knife in his hand, drove it into her sternum, and sliced all the way down to her pussy. Her eyes rolled back, lip quivering, guts spilling. He took a step back to avoid the mess and wiped off his hands.

“Nice meeting you, miss Gardner.”

Before he turned away, he could almost swear she was mouthing something. It almost looked like… “Nice meeting you too.”

He chuckled. He would never understand cunts… “Alright, babe. You hang tight there, alright? Got to pack your sisters into the meat coolers now, so if you’ll excuse me, you go right ahead and die there, alright? I’ll be back for your body. Enjoy your last moments.”

He walked away, whistling his happy little tune.

As he was packing what was left of Wendy into the meat locker in the back of his car, he heard his radio crackle.

“We’ve got a female shoplifter at the Spread Orchid Mall. Security has her, but they need a pickup. Nearby officers, check in.”

A policeman’s work was never done. But snuffing cunts in the name of justice…? there was no other job like it.